My weird life

The short, stocky, middle-aged man became lyrical as he spoke.

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

It felt extremely funny for a while.

but,

The information revealed in the other party's words also made him quite concerned.

‘Rumo’ came from the Tang Dynasty,

This skill seems to be used to fight Li Wei,

After spreading to Dongliu Island,

Because Dongliu Island cannot realize the truly complicated techniques and rituals of this skill,

So simplify it,

He also developed his own inking chart.

Their ink drawings still have the power to fight against 'Li Gui'.

But after thinking about it, we know that the power that this 'simplified version' can exert is completely different from that of the 'complete version'.

But--

I came here to learn and practice the skills of swordsmanship.

Ink yourself,

Could it be that he might encounter something strange while forging his sword?

The craftsman lamented for a long time,

The young people in the field also showed admiration.

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

"Ink ink,

It is a means of transforming mortals into gods!

If the master craftsman An Gang hadn't become famous for his sword-making skills and a noble nobleman had given him a set of drawings of inking, ordinary swordsmiths like us would never have had access to the method of 'inking'!

Abu, after you are actually engraved with the 'inking picture',

You will understand what power can only be controlled by ghosts and gods!

Only a skilled swordsman has the chance to forge a magic weapon that can cut through the enemy!

Just like Master Tsuna Watanabe of Heian Kyo - using the 'Onikiri' on Suzaku Street, he cut off the arm of the 'Rashomon noir' with one sword! "The craftsman's words were passionate and full of passionate feelings.

The young men looked enthusiastic,

He was extremely envious of Su Wu lying on the wooden board.

Thoughts swirled in Su Wu's mind,

Entering the ‘past life of the swordsmith’ to this day,

He had heard the name 'Watanabe Tsuna' twice.

Except for this person,

There is no other so-called "famous sword" on Dongliu Island. Can it kill Li Wei?

If there was, it would not be the case that every swordsmith here would have the ultimate goal of being able to forge a weapon like the 'Onikiri'.

The craftsman calmed down his tone and looked a little more serious. He took out a row of eight-treasure gourds from the wooden box one by one, poured colorful paint into a lacquer box as big as a baby's fist, and spoke slowly. Said: “If you want to obtain ghost-like power, you need to bear some price.

Abu,

The inking process will be extremely painful.

- More pain than you can imagine.

No matter what, you have to remember that you must grit your teeth and bear this pain, keep your mind awake at all times, and not be unconscious for a moment!

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

"I remember."

Su Wu nodded in agreement.

His eyes looked at the various colors of paint that the craftsman mixed into the lacquer box.

From these paints, he did not feel the slightest trace of strangeness.

But when they are tattooed on human flesh and blood,

But a subtle charm began to flow,

Just like the tattoo on the body of the craftsman next to me.

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

He handed over the stick,

He took out the 'tattoo needle' and inserted it from the position near Su Wu's back of the neck.

Even though this body is not owned by Su Wu,

Su Wu still trembled——

When someone stabbed him in the back, a person with extremely keen senses like him would instinctively become alert on the spot, and his mind instantly came up with more than ten ways to subdue and kill the opponent.

Fortunately, he suppressed the boiling thoughts in his mind.

Let the tattoo needle continue to penetrate the back and outline the pattern.

In fact, this step is not too painful.

The real pain should be at the time of 'inking' - that is, when the pigment is penetrated into the pattern, for coloring.

"This ink drawing obtained by Master An Gang,

It’s called ‘Taishan Hundred Demons and Cannibal Feast’.

Your current body simply cannot bear the complete 'Tarzan Hundred Demons and Cannibal Banquet'.

Therefore, this time I will engrave a part of it for you first - about one-twentieth of the ink drawing. When you gradually become familiar with its power, you can gradually complete the entire ink drawing! "

Taishan Hundred Demons Cannibal Banquet?

Is there Mount Tai on Dongliu Island?

As soon as I heard it, I knew that this ink painting must be inextricably linked to the ink painting of the Tang Dynasty.

Su Wu looked sideways at the tattoos that covered the craftsman's back and left half of his chest, wondering to what extent he had completed the 'Taishan Hundred Demons and Cannibals' Banquet'?

If you can’t fully depict this ink painting even with tattoos all over your back and chest,

Wouldn't a complete ink map cover most of the human body?

Thinking of this section, he frowned slightly.

If he could avoid having the ink tattooed on his skin, he would be a little more tolerant.

Su Wu couldn't accept the gaudy tattoos all over his body.

The craftsman's hand is very steady,

I don’t know how many people I have helped to ‘get into ink’.

However, even so, for only 'one-twentieth' of the ink drawing, he only carved out the pattern first, before coloring it, and it took him a whole morning.

noon,

The young men were eating in the sword-making workshop.

Damu also brought food to Carpenter and Su Wu.

The food is very basic.

A small bowl of rice, a piece of fish, a plate of pickles, and a bowl of soup that tasted like sour pot water, with small pieces of kelp floating in it.

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

The soup was left untouched. After being questioned by Da Mu, he took it and drank it himself.

After dinner,

The young people who went to eat came back one after another.

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

But because of what Su Wu did today,

As a result, they were not very focused on what they were doing, and were secretly observing Su Wu's reaction.

After dinner, the craftsman worked for another hour and finally finished the pattern. He picked up the lacquer box and said to Su Wu in a deep voice: "Abu, I'm going to start inking!

This step is the most painful!

You must persist! "

"good!"

Su Wu nodded,

The wooden stick next to him handed him over again.

He took the stick and bit it in his mouth.

I felt the tattoo needle pierce into my skin again. As the artist's mouth shook slightly, some cold liquid was injected into the previously punctured wound——

The pain, like lava pouring on the body, instantly covered him!

The veins on Su Wu's forehead suddenly bulged.

I couldn't help but bite that wooden stick!

This 'inking' coloring is so painful!

The pain made Su Wu's consciousness tremble slightly!

Fortunately, after the pain of the first injection of ink, the subsequent pain continued to lessen. The pain of being burned by a fierce fire gradually faded away, and a strange feeling of eroding flesh and blood and infiltrating bone marrow gradually spread throughout the body.

Su Wu could tolerate this level of pain.

Throughout the process, I carefully felt the ‘inking and coloring’ as I did so.

What changes have occurred in oneself?

He felt the cold charm clinging to his bones and blood,

My own emotions as a human being gradually become silent and cold,

As my emotions approach nothingness,

An abundant sense of power surges from all over the body——

Then he looked up at the young people around him.

Amu, who was carefully assisting the craftsman,

A desire suddenly arose 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 craftsman's face seemed to be covered with a layer of scarlet. The scarlet red slowly flowed like blood, gradually forming a ferocious face.

The bloody face seemed to be smiling at him in a daze.

——There is something about ‘ink’,

Even his consciousness was slightly affected.

Although there is a reason why one's own body and consciousness cannot depend on each other, just the ink-laying ceremony in a small sword-making workshop can cause a slight reaction in the consciousness of handwriting.

The thirty-six ink drawings called the most magical by the 'craftsman',

What kind of power will it have?

These ink drawings,

Can it only be tattooed on people?

What will happen if the tattoo is engraved on Gui's body?

The ink drawing remains in the human body,

It seems to affect people's consciousness, making people gradually lose all kinds of emotions they should have.

Why does the craftsman seem to be unaffected?

He seems to be full of emotions.

Su Wu's thoughts were running smoothly, and the craftsman was immersed in inking and coloring him, but he also ignored his strange state that seemed to be in no pain at all.

finally,

It's almost dusk,

When all the young people in the house went home in twos and threes,

The craftsman finally completed one-twentieth of the "Taishan Hundred Demons and Cannibals Banquet" tattoo for Su Wu.

Su Wu saw that the sly mask on his face, which was made from blood plasma, suddenly disappeared without a trace - Da Mu, who was waiting next to him, never noticed anything unusual about the craftsman from beginning to end.

The craftsman put down the tattoo needle,

At this time, his expression was a little cold.

He hesitantly picked up the last gourd in the wooden box, unscrewed the cork, and took a sip of the unknown liquid. A slight aroma of rice wine emanated from the gourd.

His hard expression became vivid,

He quickly handed the gourd to Su Wu, who was staring at him.

Said to Su Wu: "Take a sip of the 'sacred wine' quickly!"

Su Wu also imitated him, holding up the wine gourd and pouring a stream of wine into his mouth. His internal organs immediately became hot.

The cold feeling that soaked into 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 ‘magic wine’ that can restore him to a normal mood.

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

The stocky craftsman looked at the sky outside the door,

He started to panic again: "It's already around this time, it's already dusk...why did it take so long to ink today?"

He turned back and urged Su Wu and Damu: "Abu, I wanted to tell you something, but now I don't have enough time. You go home quickly. I'll tell you when you come over tomorrow!

Do not leave the bedroom during these seven nights.

If you hear any noise outside the door or window, don’t look out of curiosity! "

Su Wu was still waiting to ask him why.

Da Mu, who had been anxious for a long time, had already put his clothes on him and pulled him out the door: "Abu, hurry up! It will be too late after dark - it's bad!

We still have to pick up the lady!"

Seeing that the two of them were so anxious,

Su Wu couldn't help but think about a question - would Dongliu Island become extremely terrifying after dark?