"Brother Jie, you can't do this, what should I do if you're not there?" The twisting man looked pitiful, hugging Brother Jie's body and crying.

"Shout at your sister! I'm not dead yet. ”

"Huh? You're not dead? ”

Brother Jie slapped the twisted man's face viciously: "You still want me to die?" ”

"How so?"

"It's better not to think like this, my life is very big, find me someone, go to the tattoo club, catch those two guys, and then the woman will find me a place to sell, and the man will keep it, I will kill him well." Brother Jie took out his mobile phone and threw it on the face of the twisted man: "Go, find Dalong, do this thing for me more beautifully." ”

"Good Ratcha." As he spoke, the man began to dial a phone number on his phone: "Hey! Big Dragon? There's something ...... here. He stood up and began to say something into his phone.

Su Han walked into the tattoo club.

The scale of this hall is somewhat large, with a hall of thousands of square meters, a spiral staircase in the center, and some separate rooms on the second and third floors, which also have tattoo patterns.

Su Han wanted to find Xiaoying, but found that there was no way to find it.

It's a crowded place, and the flow of people reaches the maximum capacity that a guild hall can bear.

Regarding the popularity of the guild hall, Su Han thought about it and understood it, how to say it? Although the proportion of people who love tattoos in the country is very small, but the base of the people is large, so there must be a lot of people who love tattoos, and there are not many large-scale activities held in the tattoo industry a year, which naturally attracts countless enthusiasts to come to pay respects.

Su Han looked at the colorful people in front of him, and some big men were shirtless, deliberately showing off the tattoos on their backs.

"Oh my God! There are still such tattoos? Su Han looked at a shirtless man not far away, and there was a cartoon character tattooed on his back - bald head. Alas! Brother Qiang, you're here, what should Xiong Da Xiong Er do?

Su Han couldn't find Xiaoying for a while, so he simply looked at the tattoos in the exhibition hall while slowly looking for them.

Anyway, if someone wants to find Xiaoying's stubble, it will definitely cause an uproar, as long as there is an abnormal noise there, Su Han will go to help, and it won't break anything.

After taking a closer look, Su Han found that there were two kinds of tattoos in the exhibition hall, one was physical, that is, he found some models, and the models had sets of tattoos tattooed on their bodies, and the second was just a picture scroll, hung on the wall, or placed in a glass counter for tourists to see.

Among these tattoos, the most popular is of course physical, and the carrier is best female, where Su Han just passed, there was a naked blonde beauty, with a red rose tattooed on her chest, and the handle of the red rose was held by a dark ghost hand.

This "Ghost in the Rose" won a full house, but Su Han felt that the main thing that stood out was not the tattoo itself, but the blonde beauty, whose figure was so sexy, and a bunch of breasts could bury a normal man's head. It's just big, and he is still arrogant, this matter makes Su Han feel quite magical.

"Huh? What about the tattoo weishenme that no one is watching? Su Han looked at a booth about ten meters ahead, and no one stopped, even if someone took a few glances there, they left quickly, as if they had seen a ghost.

Su Han felt very weird, and walked over with steps, but the blonde beauty couldn't arouse his interest at all, he was here to join in the fun, not to see the naked woman, besides, if you really want to see it, you can pay some money to watch a striptease, the girls there are hot enough.

"Damn Su Han, damn violent maniac." Xiaoying was observing the tattoo on the second floor of the exhibition hall, and at the same time muttered in her mouth: "If others don't mess with you, you will beat people?" It's too immoral, and if you can fight it, you'll be a cow? Wouldn't it be great to be able to fight? ”

Although she said this in her mouth, in her heart, Xiaoying still felt a little guilty, she had invited him to come, but she left him behind, which was a little unreasonable.

But just after this thought, Xiao Ying still said stubbornly on her mouth: "It's not okay to beat people indiscriminately, it's just that I don't have grace, how can I drive to pick up such a graceless man?" ”

Her heart was fighting, and she didn't notice that a group of strangely dressed people had entered the exhibition hall, and at the same time, one of the sharp-eyed guys clearly saw Xiao Ying.

The group of people slowly squeezed through the crowd, probably afraid of startling the snake, so the group of people moved very slowly, pretending to look at the tattoos for a while, chatting with each other for a while, and moving towards the spiral staircase step by step.

"Brother Jie, the target is locked, but I only see the woman."

"If you only see a woman, you will arrest a woman, and if you see a man, you will arrest that man, in short, I want to take revenge." Brother Jie's voice was a little excited, and he coughed again while lying on the off-road vehicle.

"Yo! Brother Jie, don't do this, I feel so distressed. The twisting man was tall and big, and he actually took a wet towel to wipe Brother Jie's face, and he looked a little bit of a little daughter-in-law's shyness.

……

"Huh? This tattoo is a bit weird. Su Han stared at the tattoo in front of him.

A cotton cloth pattern vividly depicts a dragon, the triangular smoke dragon in Chinese mythology.

Legend has it that it is the mount of King Qin Guang of the Ten Halls of Hell, who is smoke-driven, travels eight thousand miles a day, does not eat cooked food, and specially selects some poisonous dragons to eat.

It's a relatively evil beast.

In some Buddhist scriptures, the three-cornered smoke dragon has a strange ability to see through people's hearts.

Every time the king of Hades interrogated the newly detained ghosts, he would borrow the mana of the triangular eye dragon to see through the hearts of the ghosts, and he could distinguish between good and evil at a glance.

Su Han carefully looked at the tattoo pattern, the face of the three-cornered smoke dragon was very ugly, it could be said to be extremely ugly, the sharp fangs were rising upwards, and a stream of black viscous liquid was spewing out of his lips.

The three horns are not the domineering branch horns of ordinary dragons, but broken horns, revealing a little bit of the head, broken by someone, and the tiger teeth at the fracture are intertwined, and it is very infiltrating.

"Good guys, just a pattern makes the hairs stand on end." Not to mention ordinary people, even Su Han, after looking at it for a while, he felt like a pinprick in his heart: "Alas! Such a vicious thing, if you can see less, let's see less. ”

If you see too many vicious things, it will affect the Dao heart, after all, Su Han's temperament is mainly fraternity, and he has no bad intentions for most people.

Just thinking about leaving, Su Han didn't take a step: "Hey, I didn't know that there was a three-eyed smoke dragon, but how could I know that this pattern was a three-eyed smoke dragon after just one glance?" ”

Su Han didn't know the three-eyed smoke dragon at all before, and most of the people in the cultivation realm were mortals, although some monks had mana to the sky, but in the final analysis, they were just mortals with more outstanding abilities, and they couldn't be regarded as true immortals, let alone the king of Yama Qin Guang in the underworld.

If you can't see King Qin Guang, how did you know that his mount is the Triangle Smoke Dragon?

Syllable!

He patted his head, by the way, he got the Totem Sutra from the Master of Nine Patterns that day, and on the way home, Manhua told him a lot of strange things, including the Triangle Smoke Dragon, and Manhua seemed to be particularly impressed by this dragon, and explained it to Su Han the most carefully.

That's why Su Han was able to identify at a glance what the dragon in front of him was.

"What Manhua is talking about is a glimmer of opportunity from the Totem Sutra, could it be said that this pattern is inextricably linked with the Totem Sutra?" Su Han was a little excited in his heart, and after thinking about it carefully, he was still a little excited--if it wasn't related to such a demonic Totem Sutra, how could it be so demonic?

Holding back the shudders in his heart and the discomfort in his stomach, Su Han continued to look at the painting, and he summed up a very coincidental place - this pattern is exactly the same size as the pattern of the Totem Sutra, although it can't be accurate to millimeters, but Su Han feels that it shouldn't be a centimeter off.

He would play with the Totem Sutra for a while every night, and he knew very well the size of the cotton cloth in the Totem Sutra.

"It should be related." There was a voice in Su Han's heart shouting.

Just as Su Han was pondering and observing, suddenly, a hearty laugh sounded not far away: "A song of liver and intestines is broken, where to find a soulmate at the end of the world!" ”

Su Han looked over, and an old man with a bent back supported a cane and walked over tremblingly.

The old man's hair is silver-white, but his beard is all black, and he stands proudly on his chin with vigor and spirit, wearing a reflective silk hexagram, black hemp pants, and cloth shoes from old Beijing, which looks very ordinary, but always feels unusual.

"You...... Are you talking to me? Su Han tilted his head and asked.

"Haha, I really can't imagine it, I painstakingly designed this work of "Tattooed Heart Carving Dragon", I thought that the person who understood it must also be a person of my age, but I didn't expect that it was a young man about twenty years old." The old man's voice was mixed with some noise, the sound of the throat rubbing against the throat, like a machine in disrepair, and the crunch sound was indispensable to operation.

Su Han bowed respectfully: "I didn't expect this work to be from the master's handwriting, amazing, tattooed heart carved dragon, this name is quite good, but it's a pity, it's just not the scene." ”

How can an ugly three-cornered smoke dragon be lined up with such a beautiful word as "Tattooed Heart Carving Dragon".

Looking at them separately, each has its own good, but when these two things are combined, it produces a strong sense of discomfort.

The old man listened to Su Han's blunt words, and laughed heartily again: "Xiaoyou's stomach has a few drops of ink, although I am old, I also prefer some poetry and songs, but I have not yet reached the realm of vassal elegance such as selling dog meat on the head of a sheep, if Xiaoyou has time, I am willing to tell Xiaoyou about it, okay?" ”

"I want to hear about it." Su Han nodded, indicating that he wanted to hear it.