Mahina lifted Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said in English fluent than Kishi, "Sir, please take off your clothes." ”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the turtle shell needle dizziness and the wooden stick that was about to be struck, felt his scalp tingle, and quickly shook his head: "No!" ”

Mahina was anxious: "Sir, before the high priest finishes chanting, we need to give you the first pattern, otherwise the connection between the spirits will be lost." ”

Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses.

What "Kahuna Ta Tatau", Ya is a tattoo artist!

Don't look at him as a fucked person, he speaks openly.

In fact, his parents were the traditional ideas of the older generation.

In the past, if he dared to get a tattoo, it would affect his height because his father would break his legs.

In this world, my parents are afraid that they will not appear at all, but the concept that has always made Zhao Chuanxin very resistant to it in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's reluctance, Kihi persuaded him, "Sir, this will strengthen your spiritual connection with the gods and our clan. In the future, when the Kanaka people see these patterns, they will think of you as their own. Moreover, the pattern that the High Priest asked Mahina to give to Ling had the supreme Ku'upakoko Talisman, which even the eldest High Priest in all of Hawaii was not eligible to have. Only a god incarnation like you, who possesses a surging and unparalleled hemp twist, has this qualification. ”

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

Damn, just put him on the altar?

His mind struggled.

Is it to leave a pure land on the body, or to bury a thorn in the lonely territory of the mildew?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you can get a tattoo, but you can't tattoo your face, otherwise I'll be in a hurry." ”

Mahina finally took off his clothes without any problems.

When you raise the stick, you are about to put down the needle,

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Wait, this needle needs to be sterilized." Come, I'll give you alcohol, you can put it in it and soak it for a while. ”

Mahina listened to the high priest chanting the carol, and her heart was anxious, but she could only patiently put the turtle back needle into the alcohol.

When the bubble is ready, take it out, and hold it to tie Zhao Chuanxin's back.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Eh, wait a minute." ”

Mahina: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "In addition, tell me what the composition of this pigment is, what if I am poisoned......

"......" Mahina frantically said: "Sir, the ink used is called 'mocha', which is made by mixing the pigments extracted from more than ten kinds of trees, such as toner, ground salt, coconut oil, and agave trees, which are fired from macadamia nut shells, and are not toxic. ”

Zhao Chuanxin really couldn't find any excuse to prevaricate, and his face changed, but Mahina didn't give him a chance to delay, and the wooden stick knocked down.

"Oops, I'm ...... Cao"

Zhao Chuanxin exhaled painfully.

Everyone present was stunned.

God of War incarnate afraid of pain?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the god of war or not at this time, grinning in pain, shouting, and even interrupting the high priest's chanting for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something again: "Don't you have a draft?" If the pattern is crooked, isn't it useless? ”

He was reluctant to accept a tattoo, but he couldn't help it.

But he didn't accept the crookedness of the tattoo.

Because Mahina needed her full attention, Kirch explained, "Sir, this is a sacred ritual, and the priming is disrespectful to the gods. Mahina is the most gifted of our clan in a hundred years, and she will never make a mistake. ”

As she spoke, Mahina took the needle again and again, quickly and intensively, and the piercing Zhao Chuanxin ghost cried wolf.

"No, no tattoos, no tattoos, hurry up and get water to wash off for me......"

Mahina ignored it and continued to take the needle, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to struggle too hard, in case it was crooked, it would be even more ugly.

Kirch said, "Sir, this ink can't be washed off when it pierces under the skin." Rest assured, it won't delay you on board. ”

Miao Cuihua next to her was shocked and asked Li Shutong: "What are they doing?" Isn't it a scourge to shout like this......"

Uncle Li explained: "This is called a tattoo, and Shi Jin, the nine-pattern dragon in the Water Margin, is how he tattooed his body. However, the tattoos of others should not be as exaggerated as the salary. ”

Miao Cuihua couldn't understand why she was painting on her body.

Uncle Li can understand English, he thought thoughtfully, and comforted: "I think although he is reluctant, but he has other plans, let's not interfere and miss his big event." ”

Sure enough, when a regular geometric figure jumps out behind it red and not swollen.

The high priest stopped chanting, and Mahina stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin got up suddenly, took out a small mirror and handed it to Miao Cuihua, and took out a small mirror and held it in front: "Sister Hua, aim at my back, if this dog thing makes me a-like pattern, I can't spare them." ”

Miao Cuihua looked at his back flushed, and touched it with some distress, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took a long breath, but he didn't scream, for fear of scaring Miao Cuihua.

It hurts.

Through the insinuation of the two mirrors, he saw that there was only one more regular geometric figure on the back, which was obviously not even a semi-finished product, but the pattern was regular and not ugly, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The high priest straightened his feather cloak, walked over and smiled at the wrinkles of his old face, and said, "Friend from afar, I am indeed right, you are the embodiment of the gods. You see, you don't have any swelling on your body, it's just a slight redness, and that's the best proof of that. ”

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, but his words were out of his mouth after all.

Red but not swollen, is it because he has a good physique and strong immunity, and has a hairy relationship with whether he incarnates or not?

Immediately, he was annoyed and said, "This tattoo is half-willing, I'm going to leave now, what should I do?" ”

The high priest pointed to Mahina: "Mahina voluntarily follows you, friend from afar, you take her with you, and she will complete Ku'upakoko for you." ”

Mahina looked at him expectantly.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt deceived.

Did they do it on purpose, looking for a long-term meal ticket?

On the other side, the Japanese and white customs officers were a little uneasy.

Because Zhao Chuanxin and the others have been gone for too long, in case this group of people really wants to stay on the island secretly, they will be considered derelict in their duties.

"It's all your fault, they gave such a little money, and you let it go."

"That man is very evil, I think he knows how to demons, do you dare to provoke him?"

Ghost legends are rife in Japan, and many people believe in them.

"So what now? The superiors strictly ordered us not to allow the Qing people to enter the country. ”

"If you don't say it, if I don't say it, the superiors won't know."

As he was talking, he saw five people, a horse and a dog walking in the distance on the Kiki beach.

It was Zhao Chuanxin who paid them, and there was one more person, who seemed to be a local Kanaka.

The Japanese and white customs officers breathed a sigh of relief.

Approaching, Zhao Chuanxin was shirtless and waved his hand at them: "Hello guys." ”

The faces of the two stiffened.

Although there is still some pain in the back, Zhao Chuanxin has recovered his mood.

He ignored the two of them and went straight to the dock.

Before getting on the ship, Uncle Li communicated with the crew and bought an extra ticket.

The crew pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Those who are not in disheveled clothes are not allowed to get on board!" ”

Zhao Chuanxin pulled him away: "Get out, something like a dog, who the fuck would dare to stop it?" ”

The crew was pushed away, but when they saw that Zhao Chuanxin was tall and his face was not good, he didn't dare to say much.

Mahina was secretly amazed.

The Kanaka people are a typical people who look vicious on the outside, but are actually friendly.

But Zhao Chuanxin is the opposite.

He was smiling a moment ago, and he would turn his face in the blink of an eye.

This kind of moodiness is something that Mahina has never seen.

But Uncle Li was accustomed to them.

Zhao Chuan's salary is very clear inside and out, and his elbows have always been turned inward.

Got on the boat and settled Mahina.

Mahina did not have the fear of leaving home, and immediately found Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Sir, I will continue to tattoo you." ”

Zhao Chuanxin: "......"

Are you in a hurry?

But looking at Mahina's posture, this tattoo is definitely going to be done, even if it drags on for a year.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth, moved the chair out, advanced the back of the chair, and lay on it for Mahina to operate.

"Be careful, the boat will shake after all, don't be crooked, I'm sensitive to anything with lines."

"Don't worry, sir, I'm the best of all the Kanaka people in Hawaii."

She doesn't know how to be humble at all.

In this regard, Mahina is indeed very reliable.

This is their traditional project, the men in the clan have to get tattoos, and the craft has been passed on to her, and after years of practice, she has become more than comfortable.

"Mahina, didn't you leave Hawaii a little unsteady or scared?"

Mahina was injured and kept moving, and said, "Don't be afraid, because you are the embodiment of the gods, and we Kanaka people are willing to be closer to the gods." ”

Awesome, people of faith are just different.

The tattoo on the spot here attracted a large number of passengers hanging out on the deck.

There is a white young man who sees that the design of the geometric pattern tattooed on Zhao Chuanxin's body is very exquisite, with triangles, diamonds, squares, pentagons and other graphic permutations and combinations.

And this tattoo is black, which makes it even more mysterious.

He couldn't help but ask: "Madam, I am a soldier and I also want this kind of recognizable tattoo, how much does it cost?" ”

Mahina was displeased: "Sir, please show respect, not everyone can tattoo it." ”

The young man frowned: "Why?" ”

"Because you don't deserve it."

"You ......"

The white youth choked and almost rolled his eyes.

Among Polynesians, tattoos were a symbol of status between warriors and tribes.

On the battlefield, the enemy will know who he is facing, which also has a certain deterrent effect.

Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo is different from ordinary warrior tattoos.

Not to mention this white young man, even the high priest is not qualified to tattoo.

Others are depicted with Hawaiian eagles, turtles, wild boars, or hibiscus, orchids, flamingos, etc.

But Zhao Chuanxin's tattoos do not show any images of animals and plants at present.

In the next few days, Zhao Chuanxin was guilty.

The needle is knocked during the day, and at night it is necessary to sleep on its side or on its stomach.

He often flipped through his diary to resist this pain.

Finally, when the ship was about to dock, the first tattoo was completed, accounting for a quarter of his back and half of his shoulder.

In the diary, "I", the goblins, and the four brothers and sisters also arrived in the human city-state.

(End of chapter)