Survival in the Mist: Beginning Evolution Pingtouge

Chapter 305 The Tattoo Parlor in the Desert City
After Zuo Bing entered the desert, the situation on Liu Kun's side became very strange, as if he had come to another world.

Desert City, the city under the desert.

This place is very big, with many streets and many human beings, just like a normal city.

Xinxing Street, Qingfeng Tattoo.

At this time, there were no people on the street, and most of the shops were closed.

Only the barbecue restaurant was still in full swing and bustling with people.

But Qingfeng Tattoo, a tattoo shop, still had the lights on.

Inside the store, the owner Wang Xin was sitting on the sofa. Besides that, there were two other people in the room.

One person is a fat man, in his early thirties, with a bald head, a beard, and a bunch of phoenix eyes on his hand. He is sitting on the chair opposite the coffee table.

Looking carefully, this person's face was pale and his lips were bloodless, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

The other is a 24-year-old young man with a handsome appearance and a mysterious aura between his brows.

The young man sat on the single sofa, his brows were not stretched, and his eyes glanced at the fat man from time to time, as if he was a little puzzled.

"Old Wang, since I got the judge tattoo, why do I always feel like someone is following me? It seems like they want to harm me."

"Especially at night, it feels like I'm going to be arrested. Sleeping is also a nightmare after another nightmare."

The fat man said in a low voice, with a hint of fear in his tone.

"I said fat man, you must be thinking too much, why should anyone follow you if they have nothing to do?"

"Still arresting you? Why? Arresting you to sell meat?"

Wang Xin smiled nonchalantly, and poured a cup of tea for each of them.

"Don't talk nonsense with me, I'm not joking, really, I haven't had nightmares in the past half month."

The fat man didn't care about being teased, and his expression was very serious.

Even a little angry.

Wang Xin frowned when he saw that the fat man really didn't seem to be joking.

Put down the teapot.

"Are you sure you feel this way after getting the tattoo? Are you suffering from persecution delusion?"

"Persecution ass! Really! I haven't had a better time in half a month, before..."

Before the fat man finished speaking, the young man beside him suddenly moved.

Standing up and coming behind the fat man, he directly lifted the fat man's chest, revealing the tattoo on his back.

"What are you doing?"

The fat man turned his head, glared at the young man, and shouted angrily.

He didn't know this young man, who was there when he came.

I don't know what it is for.

I don't even know him, so I take off my clothes when I come up, isn't it too much?

"Fatty is fine, this is my friend Liu Kun, an expert in the world, let him show you."

Wang Xin hurriedly introduced, then got up and walked to Liu Kun's side.

"What's wrong? Kun'er?"

Fatty didn't know, but he knew this young man.

I have practiced Taoism for ten years, and I just came down from the mountain not long ago.

Liu Kun didn't speak in a hurry, and took a second look at the judge's tattoo on the fat man's body, and finally locked his eyes on the judge's hands.

"Brother Wang, where is the magic weapon in the judge's hand?"

"Huh? Magical artifact?"

"Huh? Why is it gone? It's gone?"

"No! It's only been half a month, how could it fall?"

After being told by Liu Kun, Wang Xin suddenly found out that the magic weapon in the hand of the judge who tattooed Fatty was missing.

Now where the hands are, there is only a very faint cyan mark left, which can't be seen unless you look carefully.

He has had tattoos for several years. Even if they were tattooed on the surface of his skin, they would last for at least half a year. Why did they disappear after only half a month?
The fat man was obviously unhappy when he heard the conversation between the two.

"Old Wang, are you fooling me? Believe it or not, I told your wife that you were tattooing her whole body in the middle of the night?"

A tattoo that fell off in half a month, for Wang Xin who has been doing it for several years, unless it is intentional, it is impossible to fade.

Or use bad potion.

"Don't talk nonsense, I can fool no one and I can't fool you!"

"I guess the machine is not adjusted properly, and the lines are too shallow."

Wang Xin hurriedly explained, fearing that the fat man would really tell his wife his little secret.

"Stop messing with me, and quickly make up the magic weapon for me, or I will take care of Xiaoli..."

"Stop! Shut up! Can I give you a hand tattoo?"

After speaking, Wang Xin slapped the fat man on the back, and then went to prepare things.

Liu Kun squinted his eyes and glanced a few more times before putting down the fat man's clothes.

Back on the sofa, brows were furrowed together.

He lowered his head and didn't speak, as if he was thinking about something?
"Liu Kun, right? How old are you this year? Lao Wang said you are an expert in the world, are you a fortune teller?"

The fat man tidied up his clothes and took a sip of tea.

Face full of disbelief.

In his opinion, this young man has just graduated from university, and his estimated salary does not exceed 3000, so Lao Wang must have been fooled.

Liu Kun raised his eyelids to look at the fat man, but didn't say anything.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't help showing anger.

Is this kid crazy?
He talked a lot, but he actually ignored him!
"You're crazy! What's wrong? You..."

The fat man was just about to talk to this rude guy, but Liu Kun stood up and walked to Wang Xin.

"Brother Wang, when you give the needle later, it will be deeper."

Liu Kun lowered his voice.

"what?"

Wang Xin was taken aback for a moment, then understood.

nodded.

"Oh, I see, are you afraid that the color will fade?"

"Don't worry, there will definitely be no problem this time."

"I will do it by hand for him, and he will never lose it in this life."

After speaking, Wang Xin went to the back room again.

Liu Kun looked at Wang Xin's back, opened his mouth, and stopped talking.

Finally, without saying anything, he returned to the sofa.

When the fat man heard what Wang Xin said, he wanted to say something to Liu Kun to vent his anger.

But when I think about it, I am already in my thirties, why should I act like a child?

So he glared at Liu Kun viciously, drinking tea and swiping his phone.

After a while, Wang Xin was ready and asked Fatty to lie down.

The fat man put down his teacup, threw his phone on the tea table, and turned his head away.

He didn't even look at Liu Kun.

"Fatty, I'll give you a deeper tattoo this time, if it hurts, bear with it."

Wang Xin held the tattoo pen and said something.

"It's okay, it's not the first time. Hurry up."

"okay."

Afterwards, Wang Xin started hooking the fat man's back.

The sound of "sizzling" continued, and the tattoo pen was like a paintbrush in Wang Xin's hands, constantly outlining the lines of the magic weapon.

But Liu Kun on the sofa frowned again, got up and came to the side of the two.

He took a special look and saw that Wang Xin's writing was very deep. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably grimace his teeth in pain.

But the strange thing is that the fat man didn't respond at all.

It was as if he couldn't feel the pain, and his face still looked sleepy.

Anyone who has had a tattoo knows that it can be very painful if it penetrates deeply.

There was another point that made Liu Kun feel even more weird.

Fatty's back didn't even bleed!

No matter how Wang Xin tattooed, he didn't see any blood.

However, Liu Kun did not interrupt, but stood quietly and watched.

I have to say that Wang Xin's technique is still very powerful.

It didn't take long for the line to be drawn, and then the coloring began.

Likewise, even though a large area was painted this time, there was still no bleeding on the fat man’s back.

Even looking closely, the skin has not changed in any way.

Seeing this, Liu Kun couldn't help shaking his fingers.

Eyelids also twitched.

Two words popped up in my mind—living corpse!
(End of this chapter)