Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Mahina lifted up Zhao Chuanxin's clothes and said in English that was more fluent than Jixi: "Sir, please take off your clothes."

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

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

Zhao Chuanxin realized it.

What is "Kahuna Ta Tatau"? He is a tattoo artist!

Don't look at what he does and what he says.

In fact, his parents have traditional ideas from 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, parents are afraid that they will never appear at all, but Zhao Chuanxin's long-standing concept makes Zhao Chuanxin very resistant to this in his heart.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's reluctance, Jixi persuaded him: "Sir, this will strengthen your spiritual connection with the gods and our tribe. From now on, when the Kanaka people see these patterns, they will treat you as one of their own." . Moreover, the pattern that the high priest asked Mahina to give you has the most supreme Ku'upakoko secret talisman. Even the oldest high priest in Hawaii is not qualified to possess it. Only people like you have the surging and unparalleled talisman. Only the incarnation of the god Na possesses this qualification."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Damn it, just put him on the altar?

He struggled in his mind.

Is it to leave a piece of pure land on one's body, or to bury a thorn in the territory where the evil spirits are hanging overseas?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you can get it tattooed, but not on your face, otherwise I will get anxious."

Mahina finally successfully took off his clothes.

When you lift up the wooden stick and it’s time to set the needle,

Zhao Chuanxin added, "Wait a minute, this needle needs to be sterilized. Come on, I'll give you some alcohol and you can soak it in it for a while."

Mahina felt anxious as she listened to the high priest chanting carols, but she could only patiently put the turtle needle into the alcohol.

After soaking, take it out and stab Zhao Chuanxin on his back while holding it.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Hey, wait a minute."

Mahina: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Also, tell me what the ingredients of this pigment are, what if I get poisoned..."

"..." Mahina went crazy: "Sir, the ink used is called 'Mocha', which is a pigment extracted from more than ten trees including toner fired from macadamia nut shells, ground salt, coconut oil, and agave trees. Mixed, non-toxic.”

Zhao Chuanxin really couldn't find any excuse to deal with it. His expression changed, but Mahina didn't give him a chance to delay and knocked down the wooden stick.

"Oh, I am Cao..."

Zhao Chuanxin cried out in pain.

Everyone present was stunned.

Is the incarnation of the God of War afraid of pain?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the God of War at this time. He grinned in pain, screamed, and even interrupted the high priest's singing at one point.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something: "Don't you even make a rough draft? If the tattoo is crooked, wouldn't it be useless?"

He didn't want to get a tattoo, but he already had one and couldn't help it.

But he didn't accept the crooked pattern.

Because Mahina needed to concentrate, Kixi explained: "Sir, this is a sacred ceremony, and drafting is disrespectful to the gods. Mahina is the most talented person in our clan in the past hundred years, and she will never do it." Mistakes will occur.”

While she was talking, Mahina injected needles rapidly and intensively, causing Zhao Chuanxin to cry like a ghost.

"No, no more tattoos, no more tattoos, hurry up and wash them off with water..."

Mahina ignored it and continued to inject the needle. Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to struggle too hard, as it would be even more unsightly if the needle was crooked.

Jixi said: "Sir, if the ink penetrates into the skin, it cannot be washed off. Don't worry, I won't delay your boarding."

Miao Cuihua next to her was horrified and asked Li Shutong: "What are they doing? Shouting like this, isn't it harmful to people..."

Li Shutong, a member of Bowen Guangji, explained: "This is called tattooing. In Water Margin, the nine-marked dragon Shi Jin tattooed his body in this way. However, other people's tattoos should not be as exaggerated as passing on salary."

Miao Cuihua couldn't understand why she wanted to draw on her body.

Li Shutong could understand English. He was thoughtful and said comfortingly: "I think he is reluctant to pass on the salary, but he has ulterior motives. We don't want to interfere and miss his important event."

Sure enough, a regular geometric figure appeared red but not swollen from behind.

The high priest stopped chanting, and so did Mahina.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up suddenly, took out a small mirror and handed it to Miao Cuihua eagerly, then took out a small mirror and held it in front of him: "Sister Hua, aim at my back, if this bitch makes shit like Patterns, I can’t spare them.”

Miao Cuihua looked at his back, which was all red, and touched it with some distress. Zhao Chuanxin took a long breath, but did not scream, for fear of scaring Miao Cuihua.

It really hurts.

Through the reflections of the two mirrors, he saw that there was only a regular geometric figure on the back. It was obviously not even a semi-finished product, but the pattern was regular and not ugly, so he was relieved.

The high priest adjusted his feather cloak, walked over and smiled, and said: "Distant friend, I was indeed right, you are the incarnation of the gods. Look, there is no swelling on your body, just a slight redness. , this is the best proof.”

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

It's red but not swollen, so why the hell is it because he has a good physique and a strong immunity? Does it have anything to do with whether he is incarnated or not?

Immediately he said angrily: "I'm totally willing to get this tattoo. I'm leaving now. What should I do?"

The high priest pointed at Mahina: "Mahina voluntarily follows you, my 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 like he had been cheated.

Are they doing this 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 others had been away for too long, if this group of people really wanted to stay on the island secretly, they would be considered derelict in their duties.

"It's all your fault. They just gave me such a small amount of money and you let me go."

"That man is very evil. I think he knows magic. Do you dare to provoke him?"

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

"Then what should we do now? Our superiors strictly ordered us not to allow Qing people to enter the country."

"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, your superiors won't know."

Just as he was talking, he saw five people, a horse and a dog walking in the distance on Jiji Beach.

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

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

As they approached, Zhao Chuanxin was shirtless and waved to them: "Hello everyone."

The two of them looked stiff.

Although there was still some pain in his back, Zhao Chuanxin had regained his mood.