my weird life.

Chapter 372 'Taishan Baimo Cannibal Feast' (22)

The short, middle-aged man became lyrical while talking.

Su Wu looked at his mouth full of jagged teeth, saliva flying everywhere,

It was extremely funny for a while.

but,

He was also very concerned about the information revealed in the other party's words.

'Into ink' came from the Tang Dynasty,

This skill seems to be used to fight Li Gui,

After reaching Dongliu Island,
Because Dongliu Island cannot realize the truly complicated techniques and rituals of this skill,
So to simplify it,

In addition, he developed his own ink-injection map.

Their Ink Injection still has the power to fight against 'Li Gui'.

But after thinking about it, it is also known that the power of this "simplified version" is not the same as that of the "full version".

but--

I have come to learn the art of exercising the sword,

Ink yourself,
Could it be that, on the way to forging the knife, he may still encounter fierce tricks?
The craftsman sighed for a long time,

The young people in the field also showed longing,

Most of the people in the stone house were immersed in this atmosphere. Only Su Wu was lying on the wooden plank with his back bare, looking at the ground calmly, without saying a word.

"Into the ink,
It is a means of turning mortals into gods!
If Master An Gang, the master craftsman, was not famous for his skill in forging swords, and a great nobleman presented him with a pair of ink painting, we ordinary swordsmiths would have never been able to come into contact with the method of "ink ink"!

Abu, after you are actually engraved with the 'Ink Ink Picture',
You will understand, what is the power that only ghosts and gods can control!
Only a skilled swordsmith has the opportunity to forge a magical weapon that can cut fiercely!
Just like Heiankyo Watanabe Tsuna-sama used 'Onikiri' on Suzaku Street and cut off the arm of 'Rashomon's Guile' with one sword! "The craftsman's words were passionate, full of passionate feelings.

The youths look wild,
He was extremely envious of Su Wu who was lying on the wooden board.

Thoughts swirled in Su Wu's mind,
Entering the 'Past Life of the Knife Maker' so far,
He had heard the name 'Watanabe Tsuna' twice already.

Except for this person,

Does Dongliu Island have no other so-called 'famous swords' that can cut and cut?
If there were, it wouldn't be the case that everyone in the Bladesmiths Association would aim to forge a weapon like 'Onikiri' as their ultimate goal.

The craftsman calmed down his tone, and his expression became a little more serious. He took out a row of eight-treasure gourds from the wooden box one by one, and mixed colorful 'pigments' into a lacquer box the size of a baby's fist. Dao: "If you want to gain the power of ghosts and gods, you need to bear some price.

Abu,

Inking process will be extremely painful,
— Pain beyond your imagination.

No matter what, you must remember that you must grit your teeth and endure this pain, keep your mind awake all the time, and don't fall into a coma for a moment!

Otherwise, if you faint from pain, the resulting price will be beyond your ability to bear! "

"I remember."

Su Wu nodded in agreement.

His eyes looked at the various 'pigments' mixed into the lacquer box by the craftsman,
From these paints, he didn't feel the slightest trickery.

But when they are tattooed on human flesh and blood,

But began to flow out subtle rhyme,
Just like the tattoo on the craftsman beside me.

The craftsman nodded solemnly, and handed a wooden stick to Su Wu: "Bite on this wooden stick, it will hurt too much for a while, so vent all your pain on this wooden stick!"

He handed over the stick,
He took out the 'tattoo needle' and stabbed the 'tattoo needle' in from the position near the back of Su Wu's neck,
Even if this physical body is not owned by Su Wu,
Su Wu still shivered——

Being stabbed from the back, a person like him with extremely keen perception instinctively became alert on the spot, and instantly thought of more than a dozen ways to subdue and kill the opponent by reflexively.

Fortunately, he suppressed the boiling thoughts in his mind,
Let the tattoo needle continue to pierce the back to outline the pattern.

In fact, this step is not too painful.

When it really hurts, it should be at the time of "inking"—that is, when the pigment is pierced into the texture pattern for coloring.

"The ink painting obtained by Mr. An Gang,
It's called 'Taishan Baimo Cannibal Banquet'.

Your current body can't bear the complete 'Taishan Baimo Cannibal Banquet'.

So, this time, I will engrave a part of it for you first - about one-twentieth of the ink drawing, and after you gradually become familiar with its power, gradually complete the whole ink drawing! "

Taishan Baimo cannibal feast?
Does Dongliu Island have 'Mount Tai'?
As soon as you hear it, you can tell that this pair of ink painting must be inextricably linked with the painting of Tang Dynasty.

Su Wu looked sideways at the tattoo pattern covering the back of the craftsman and the left half of his chest, and wondered how far the other party had completed the 'Taishan Baimo Cannibal Banquet'?
If the tattoos are all over the back and chest, it is impossible to completely describe this ink painting,

Wouldn't the complete ink drawing cover most of the body area?

Thinking of this verse, he frowned slightly.

If he could not tattoo the ink-inking pattern on his skin, he would be a little more acceptable.

With gaudy tattoos all over his body, Su Wu couldn't accept it.

The craftsman's hand is steady,

I don't know how many people have been helped to get into ink,

However, even so, for the "one-twentieth" ink painting, he only carved out the pattern first, and it took a whole morning before he could color it.

noon,

The teenagers ate at the swordsmith.

Da Mu also brought food to the craftsman and Su Wu.

The food is pretty basic.

A small bowl of rice, a piece of fish, a dish of pickled vegetables, and a bowl of soup that tastes like rancid pot water, with small pieces of kelp floating up and down inside.

Su Wu lay on the board, ate rice and fish, tasted pickles,

The soup was left untouched, and after being asked by Damu, he brought it over and drank it by himself.

Let's eat

The teenagers who went to eat came back one after another.

——It's not like they have nothing to do, they are all banging in this room, making 'knife embryos'.

But because of Su Wu's entry into ink today,

As a result, they didn't pay much attention to their work, and they were secretly observing Su Wu's reaction.

The craftsman who had eaten was busy for another hour, and finally finished the pattern completely, he picked up the lacquer box, and said to Su Wu in a deep voice: "Abu, I'm going to start ink coloring!

This step hurts the most!
You must persist! "

"it is good!"

Su Wu nodded,
The big wood next to him handed over the wooden stick he had put down.

He took the stick and bit it in his mouth.

Feeling that tattoo needle piercing into his skin again, as the craftsman's tiger's mouth trembled slightly, some cold liquid poured into the previously stabbed wound——

The pain that seemed to be poured on the body by magma instantly covered it!

The veins on Su Wu's forehead suddenly bulged,

Can't help but bite the wooden stick!

This 'inking' coloring is so painful!

The pain caused Su Wu's consciousness to tremble slightly!

Fortunately, after the pain of the first stroke of ink painting, the pain continued to decrease. The pain of being burned by the fire gradually faded away, and the feeling of eroding the flesh and bone and infiltrating the bone marrow gradually spread throughout the body.

For this degree of pain, Su Wu could bear it.

Throughout the whole process, I carefully perceive that as I "ink into the ink",
What changes have taken place in oneself?
He felt the cold and strange rhyme clinging to his flesh and blood,

As a human being, my emotions gradually become silent and cold,
As one's own emotions tend toward nothingness,

A strong sense of power surged from all over the body——

Then he looked up at the young people around him,

Amu, who is carefully assisting the craftsman by his side,
A desire suddenly appeared in Su Wu's consciousness - to kill all these people!

This thought was instantly extinguished by him.

He turned to look at the craftsman again, and saw that the face of the craftsman seemed to be covered with a layer of scarlet, and that layer of scarlet flowed slowly like plasma, gradually forming a hideous face.

The blood-red face seemed to smile at him in a trance.

——'Ink' has something,
Even his consciousness was slightly affected.

Although there is a reason why one's own flesh shell and consciousness cannot rely on each other, but just a ritual of entering ink in a small sword casting workshop can cause a slight reaction of the handwriting consciousness,
The 36 ink-injected pictures called the most miraculous by the "craftsman",

What kind of power will it have?
These inking pictures,
Can it only be tattooed on people?

What will happen if the tattoo is engraved on the body?
The ink drawing stays in the body,
It seems that it will affect people's consciousness, and people will gradually lose all kinds of emotions that they should have.

Why does the craftsman seem to be unaffected?

It looks like it's full of emotion.

Su Wu's thoughts were running smoothly, and the craftsman immersed himself in painting him, but he also ignored his strange state that seemed to be painless at the moment.

at last,

It's almost dusk,
When the teenagers in the house went home in twos and threes,
The master craftsman finally completed one-twentieth of the 'Taishan Baimo Cannibal Banquet' tattoo for Su Wu.

Su Wu saw the sly mask on his face that was gathered from the blood plasma, and suddenly disappeared without a trace - Da Mu, who was waiting next to him, did not notice the slightest abnormality from the craftsman from the beginning to the end.

The artisan put down the tattoo needle,
At this time, his expression was a little cold.

He hesitated to pick up the last gourd in the wooden box, unscrewed the cork, gulped down an unknown liquid, and a slight aroma of rice wine emanated from the gourd.

His cold expression became vivid,

Quickly handed the gourd to Su Wu who was staring at him,

Said to Su Wu: "Have a quick sip of the 'divine wine'!"

Su Wu also imitated him, holding up the wine gourd, a gust of wine poured into his mouth, all internal organs became hot immediately,

The icy feeling that permeated his bones and blood and covered his emotions quickly faded away.

It turns out that craftsmen are not unaffected by tattoos.

It's just that he has the 'sacred wine' that can restore himself to normal people's emotions.

With thoughts in his mind, Su Wu returned the wine gourd to the craftsman.

The stocky craftsman looked at the sky outside the door,
A little flustered again: "It's already this time, it's already dusk...how did it take so long to enter the ink today?"

Turning around, he urged Su Wu and Damu again: "Abu, I wanted to tell you something, but now I don't have enough time, you guys go home quickly, I'll talk to you when you come over tomorrow!
Don't leave your bedroom for seven nights,

If you hear any noise outside the doors and windows, don't be curious to see it! "

Su Wu still had to ask him why,

Da Mu, who was already running around in a hurry, had already put his clothes on him, and pulled him to the door: "Abu, go, go! It's too late when it gets dark--it's too bad!
We have to pick up the lady! "

Seeing how anxious the two of them are,

Su Wu couldn't help thinking about a question - would Dongliu Island become extremely scary after dark?
(End of this chapter)