Carved Bones of Rebirth

"It's tattooed on the breastbone in front of the chest." In the same position as in the previous life, Yan Leng was actually more worried about Cen Ge's reaction when he found out about it than overthinking it. Yes, he was just betting.In this game of love with Cen Ge, he had already lost everything before it even started. Now, the only bargaining chip he has is himself. Therefore, the bone pattern tattooed on his heart this time is exactly what he did. Use yourself to gamble.

"Are you crazy?!" The little boss frowned, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, and his words were full of disbelief.

"It's okay, I can trust your craftsmanship... Take out the 'Life and Death Certificate' and I'll sign it." Yan Leng is very familiar with it. It's almost half dead, so how can you be frightened by this thing?At that time, Yan Leng laughed a little, jokingly called this statement of responsibility a "statement of life and death", and scolded a coward.

"...Okay! Anyway, it's your tattoo and not mine, you're not afraid, what am I afraid of?! I'll get it!" The little boss seemed to be annoyed by Yan Leng's attitude, and he directly threw the life and death status at him, holding A capacitive pen was gesturing on Yan Leng's body.

Two seconds later, Yan Leng's name appeared on this extremely creepy and ridiculous life-and-death certificate. It was said to be creepy because the clauses on it were all in the event of an accident, if the tattooed person died, and if the tattooed person died in the future. Regret, etc., and say it is ridiculous, because this unpublished statement of responsibility is actually not legally effective, and besides, if you want to trouble him, it is a loophole Can you shirk the numerous responsibility statements?

"You...Come on! I don't bother to say, anyway, I've told you everything I need to tell you, so I'll start!" After the little boss finished speaking, he suddenly revealed a series of strange-looking There are sharp ones, blunt ones, flat ones, needle-pointed ones, and corrugated ones, all of which will act on human bones, which will inevitably bring some blood and coldness.

There is no one in a million who knows how to do bone tattoos. The process is extremely complicated, and the requirements for the tattoo artist's skills are also extremely high. It is not only proficiency, but also talent. This is the responsibility of these customers.

It doesn't count that the flesh was cut open, the little boss also took a stick-shaped thing in and stirred it, the pain was so painful that Yan Leng couldn't catch his breath, and he has been holding on until now.

In addition to concentrating on "dissecting" Yan Leng, the little boss also wiped Yan Leng's sweat from time to time, and told Yan Leng tirelessly to hold on.

On the opposite side, at Yan Leng's request, a mirror was set up so that Yan Leng could watch the whole process of his dissection with his own eyes. When this request was made, the little boss rolled his eyes and cursed fiercely as a pervert.

It's been an hour, Yan Leng looked at the clock on the wall and made a wry smile, but it couldn't be seen on the distorted face.

An hour and a half later, Yan Leng looked at the mirror opposite, but found that he could no longer see clearly because of the excessive pain. Looking at the blur on the mirror, Yan Leng endured extremely hard while thinking about it, about 10 minutes In the past, the guy in front of him has almost cut himself to pieces, and the most difficult time is probably coming.

"It's about to be the most painful time, you must hold back, if you accidentally move, my knife may be inserted into your heart." The little boss poured out his hand and wiped it for himself. Khan, out of breath.

"I know... I got it..." Yan Leng didn't dare to breathe at all just now, and now he is taking advantage of his pause, panting fiercely, even though he has tattooed in his previous life, it doesn't affect the pain in this life at all. No discounts are given, and no sympathy is given.

As the little boss rubbed his bones back and forth with a knife, he felt his heart tightening in an instant, the pain beyond limit was unbearable, but he had to be sober to accept the torture of gouging flesh and scraping bones.

In the first second, he could still hear the sound of the knife scraping on the bone, but in the next second, he suspected that his ear bone was so painful that it was shattered, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he lost even the instinct of thinking. In an instant, Yan Leng snapped the phalanx of his right index finger to overcome the pain with pain.

Yan Leng can still think about it bitterly, to see which one can hurt more.

On the one hand, letting others scrape the bones and engrave characters, and on the other hand, pressing the wound more forcefully, these are tortures that ordinary people can't imagine.And Yan Leng personally chose this kind of torture for himself, tormenting in such a small tattoo parlor is like being trapped in Abi Hell, without end.

Cen Ge... Cen Ge...

Cen Ge...

Cen Ge...

Cen... Song...

"Hey! Wake up! It's almost the last time. If you faint, all the hardships you have suffered before will be in vain!" When Yan Leng was about to enter a coma, the voice of the little boss came from beside his ears. .

But...it hurts...I don't want to wake up...

Yan Leng frowned fiercely, as if he had passed out, and the little boss, who couldn't figure out the situation, didn't dare to use the knife for a while, for fear of accidentally injuring or even killing Yan Leng by mistake.

"...continue...continue..." Just as the little boss was still hesitating, he suddenly heard Yan Leng's voice. Although it was small, it was undeniable.

"Are you sure?" The matter is of great importance, the little boss confirmed again.

"...Continue...Continue..." Yan Leng repeated these words over and over again, not knowing whether he passed out or not.

The little boss gritted his teeth, pinched Yan Leng severely, and then continued to use the knife on Yan Leng's body. First, he gently covered the bone with a little red paste, then sewed up the flesh that had been cut open just now, and finally used alcohol to clean his body. After wiping back and forth, I took another capacitor tattoo pen and quickly tattooed the pattern on this flesh wound, applied a large amount of anti-inflammatory medicine, and it was over.

After the little boss sewed up the flesh, Yan Leng passed out completely, and his whole body fell into the hands of the little boss, letting him be mermaid.

It wasn't until dawn that Yan Leng woke up from the coma. As expected, he had a high fever. Although he woke up, he was still a little confused. He didn't know where he was now, and he didn't know anyone. He was chanting something intermittently, the hoarse and broken throat, the little boss couldn't hear clearly, but it seemed to be telling someone not to leave.

It seems that there is a word "song", it should be the person who is engraved into the blood by the owner of this tattoo, although he doesn't know what happened, but he still admires Yan Leng a little, the veritable deep-seated pain can survive because of Ever been hurt more deeply?Or is it because the pain in my heart overwhelms everything?

Even when you are delirious, you still can't forget it. This feeling can be called unforgettable.

Every once in a while, Yan Leng was given medicine. After a day, Yan Leng finally stopped having a high fever, which made the little boss breathe a sigh of relief.

As for the index finger of his right hand that was broken by himself, the little boss secretly found the old doctor in the orthopedic clinic next door to help Yan Leng straighten his bones, and the little boss paid for it himself, although the little boss would definitely share the money with Yan Leng Many will come back.

After another half a day, Yan Leng opened his eyes. Although he still couldn't see clearly, his mind was finally clear.

"...You are here." Finally, when the verdict came, Yan Leng closed his eyes, his body trembling uncontrollably, waiting for the verdict.

If begging is of any use, I am willing to kneel at your feet and beg you with all my heart, but for you, these methods are useless, and I have no choice but to beg for your mercy silently.