Chapter 48 Heart Carving Dragon

"Brother Jie, you can't do this. What should I do if you're not there?" The twisted man looked pitiful and hugged Brother Jie's body and cried.

"Hear your sister! I'm not dead yet."

Ah? You're not dead?"

Brother Jie slapped the man's face viciously: "Do you still want me to die?"

"How come?"

"It's better not to think so. I'm very old. Find someone for me, go to the tattoo club, catch those two guys, and then find a place for me to sell the woman. Keep the man. I'm going to kill him." Brother Jie took out his mobile phone and fell on the face of the twisted man: "Go, find Dalong and do it better for me."

"Good." With that, the man began to call a phone number on his mobile phone: "Hey! Dalong? There is something here..." He stood up and began to say something to his mobile phone.

Su Han walked into the tattoo hall.

The scale of this hall is a little large, with a thousand-square-meter hall and a swing staircase in the center. There are also some separate rooms on the second and third floors, which also contain tattoo patterns.

Su Han wanted to find Xiaoying, but found that there was no way to find it.

This place is simply surrounded by people, and the passenger flow reaches the maximum capacity that a hall can withstand.

Su Han is clear about the popularity of the club. What should he say? Although the proportion of tattoo lovers in the country is very small, the base of the people is large, so there must be many people who love tattoos. There are not many large-scale events held in the tattoo industry every year, which naturally attracts countless fans to come to the ceremony.

Su Han looked at these colorful people in front of him, and some big men were still shirtless, deliberately showing off the tattoos on his back.

"Oh, my God! Is there such a tattoo?" Su Han looked at a naked man not far away and had a cartoon character tattooed on his back - bald Qiang. Alas! Brother Qiang, you're here. What should we do?

Su Han still couldn't find Xiaoying for a while. He simply looked for the tattoos in the exhibition hall and slowly looked for them.

Anyway, if someone wants to find Xiaoying's fault, it will definitely cause an uproar. As long as there is abnormal noise there, Su Han will go to help, and nothing will be bad.

After a closer look, Su Han found that there were two kinds of tattoos in the exhibition hall. One was physical, that is, some models were tattooed on his body, and the second was just a picture scroll, hanging on the wall, or placed in a glass counter for tourists to watch.

Among these tattoos, of course, the most popular one is physical, and the carrier is preferably female. Where Su Han has just passed, there is a naked blonde beauty, tattooed with a red rose on her chest. At the handle of the red rose, the dark ghost hand holds the rose.

This "Ghost in the Roses" won a lot of color, but Su Han felt that the main thing that was not the tattoo itself, but the blonde beauty, whose figure was too sexy, and a pile of breasts could simply bury a normal man's head. That's all. He is still arrogant. This matter makes Su Han feel quite magical.

"Huh? Why didn't anyone look at that tattoo? Su Han looked at a booth about ten meters ahead, and no one stopped. Even if someone saw it a few times there, he quickly left, as if he had seen a ghost.

Su Han felt quite strange and walked over, and the blonde beauty couldn't attract him a little interest. She came to join in the fun, not to see the woman who was stripped. Besides, if you really want to see it, you can pay some money to see **. The girl there is hot enough. It's spicy.

"Damn Su Han, damn violent maniac." Xiaoying watched the tattoo on the second floor of the exhibition hall and muttered in her mouth: "If others didn't provoke you, will you beat them? It's too immoral. Can you be awesome if you can fight? It's great to be able to fight?"

Although she said so, Xiaoying still felt a little guilty. She originally invited him here, but she threw him away, which was a little unreasonable.

But as soon as this idea was moved, Xiaoying still said stubbornly, "It's not good to beat people indiscriminately, but there is no demeanor. How can I drive to pick up such an ungent man?"

Her heart was fighting, and she didn't notice that a group of strangely dressed people had entered the exhibition hall, and one of the sharp-eyed guys clearly saw Xiaoying.

The group of people slowly squeezed through the crowd and may be afraid of hitting the grass and shocking the snakes, so the group of people moved very slowly. They pretended to look at the tattoos, chatted with each other, and moved step by step towards the rotating stairs.

"Brother Jie, the target is locked, but I only saw that woman."

"If you only see a woman, you will catch a woman. If you see that man, you will catch that man. In short, I want revenge." Brother Jie's voice was a little excited, and he lay on the SUV and coughed again.

"Yo! Brother Jie, don't do this. It hurts me so much." The man was so tall that he took a wet towel to wipe Jie's face, and he looked a little shy of his daughter-in-law.

......

"Huh? This tattoo is a little strange. Su Han stared at the tattoo in front of him.

A cotton pattern vividly depicts a dragon, the triangular smoke dragon in Chinese mythology.

Legend has it that it is the mount of King Guang of Qin in the Ten Halls of Hell. It is melted by thick smoke and travels eight thousand miles a day. It does not eat cooked food and specially selects some poisonous dragons to eat.

is a relatively evil mythical beast.

In some Buddhist classics, Triangular Smoke Dragon has a strange ability to see through people's hearts.

Every time the king of hell interrogates the newly detained ghost, he will borrow the magic power of the Triceratops to see through the heart of the ghost. It is good or evil, and it can be distinguished at a glance.

Su Han looked at the tattoo pattern carefully. The face of the triangular smoke dragon was very ugly, which could be said to be extremely ugly. The sharp fangs surged up, and his lips spewed out a black sticky**.

The three horns are not as domineering branch horns as ordinary dragons, but broken horns, revealing a little bit of the head, broken by others, and the tiger teeth at the fracture are intertwined, which is very oozing.

"Good guy, just one pattern can make people feel upright." Not to mention ordinary people, even Su Han felt like a needle in his heart when he looked at it for a while: "Alas! If you can look less at such a vicious thing, just look less.

Too fierce, too many things will affect Taoism. After all, Su Han's nature is mainly fraternal, and he does not have bad intentions for most people.

Just as I was about to leave, Su Han didn't take a step: "Well, I didn't know the saying of Triangular Smoke Dragon, but why did I just take a glance and know that this pattern is a three-eyed Smoke Dragon?"

Su Han didn't know the three-eyed smoke dragon at all before, and most of them were mortals in the world of cultivation. Although some monks are powerful, in the final analysis, they are just mortals with more excellent abilities. They are not true immortals, and they can't see the king of hell.

If you can't see King Qin Guang, who knows that his mount is a triangular smoke dragon?

Bang!

He patted his head. By the way, he got the totem scripture from Master Jiuwen that day. On the way home, Manhua told him a lot of strange things, including Triceratops, and Manhua seemed to be particularly impressed by this dragon and explained it to Su Han the most carefully.

So Su Han was able to recognize what the dragon in front of him was at a glance.

"What Manhua said is a glimpse of opportunity from the totem scriptures. Is this pattern inextricably linked to the totem scriptures?" Su Han was a little excited. Thinking about it carefully, he was still a little excited - but if it was not related to such a strange totem scripture, how could it be so evil?

resisting the chills and stomach discomfort in his heart, Su Han continued to look at the painting, and he summed up a very coincidental place - this pattern is exactly the same size as the pattern of the totem Sutra. Although it can't be accurate to millimeter, Su Han thinks that it should not be less than one centimeter.

He plays a totem scripture every night and knows the size of the cotton cloth of the totem scripture.

"It should be related." There was a voice shouting in Su Han's heart.

While Su Han was thinking and watching, suddenly, a cheerful laugh sounded not far away: "A song of liver and intestines is broken. Where can I find a bosom friend in the world!"

Su Han looked over, and an old man with a crutch came tremblingly.

The old man's hair is silvery, but his beard is all black. He stands proudly on his chin, wearing a reflective silk gossip, black hemp trousers, and old Beijing cloth shoes. He looks very ordinary, but he always feels unusual.

"Are you... talking to me?" Su Han asked with his head sideways.

"Haha, I really didn't expect that I painstakingly designed this work of Tattooed Dragon. I thought that the person who understood it must also be people of my age. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a young man in his 20s." The old man's voice was mixed with some noise, which was the sound of rubbing from the throat and throat, like a disrepair machine, with a creaky sound.

Su Han bowed respectfully: "I didn't expect that this work was written by the master. It's awesome, tattooed dragon. The name is quite pleasant, but it's a pity that it doesn't deserve the scene."

How can an ugly triangular smoke dragon line up with such a beautiful word as Tattoo Dragon?

Looking at it separately, each has its own advantages, but these two things are together, resulting in a strong sense of discomfort.

The old man listened to Su Han's blunt words and laughed again: "There are a few drops of ink in Xiaoyou's stomach. Although I am old, I also prefer some poems and songs, but I have not yet reached the vassal and elegant state of hanging sheep's head to sell dog meat. If Xiaoyou has time, I'd like to tell my little friend, okay?"

"I would like to hear more about it." Su Han nodded to show that he wanted to hear it.