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- "Go." Yang Zongbao despised that loser.
"Hey, hey, I'll just drink tea and chat." Hu Dong laughed and disappeared among the ladies.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s mouth almost twisted. Is this guy going to chat under the quilt? No one believes this.
Seeing the two sluts leaving one after another, the delicate little secretary dared to ask weakly: "Dean, where are we going?"
Yang Zongbao thought for a moment and said, "You can play with it yourself." Then Yang Zongbao left behind the pitiful little white rabbit-like secretary who was in a daze, and followed the path in his memory, down to Monk Hua's secret room.
Usually flower monks don¡¯t lock their doors because no one can find the place. It¡¯s just that country R stood in front of that door today. The samurai is also dressed in a sexy and elegant kimono, with a decent-looking sword hanging on his waist. I originally thought it was Hua Monk's special hobby, but when Yang Zongbao walked in, he found a deep chill. This is a feeling, just like some people feel very sunny, and some people feel very gloomy. Through long experience, Yang Zongbao has acquiesced in this unscientific feeling. But people are already here, how can they show weakness in front of the people of country r.
"Mr. Yang Zongbao?" But unexpectedly, Yang Zongbao was called by his name first.
"Huh?" Yang Zongbao was surprised.
"The young master said, you can go in." The warrior made room for one person.
Yang Zongbao¡¯s face was full of disgust. Why did this man put his hands into his sleeves from his chest? The scariest thing is that it looks like his chest is full of ribs. Strangely enough, among all Asians, it seems that people from R country are the least fattening. His body type is that of a thin one, and he doesn't look threatening. But the crazy thing is their spirit The bones of Westerners are obviously larger than those of Easterners, and the muscles are also very thick. Now some experts say it¡¯s because of the different things we eat. People in the East eat more grains, while people in the West eat more carnivores But Yang Zongbao's understanding is that this is a genetic difference, so do people of mixed blood from the East and the West also have genetic differences? Yang Zongbao thinks that he If you have time, you can really study it carefully.
Without saying much, Yang Zongbao walked into the small room.
As soon as you enter the room, there is a scent of agarwood. In the middle of the room, there is a two-layer copper incense burner, in which agarwood is burning.
"What a luxury." Yang Zongbao muttered a few words. Agarwood is a waste of money, but it smells really good and can make people calm down. But there may be another reason why Hua Monk ordered agarwood here, because human skin always has a smell.
Yang Zongbao believes that the reason why Monk Hua burned this spice is because the human skin tattoos in the room always have a smell. Order the spices to cover up. This corpse smell mixed with the smell of spices actually combined into a strange and breathtaking smell. When I first entered the room, I felt a little eerie, but after staying for a long time, I actually agreed with Hua Monk's twisted aesthetics.
Monk Hua¡¯s collection of tattoos has reached an obsessive level. All tattoos must be carved on human skin and have different shapes, but no matter what, they all have one thing in common - that is, living human skin, taken from the human body.
Yang Zongbao had a lot of time, so he appreciated it slowly. Different patterns and colors, but it is easy to see that most of them are made by the same person.
Slowly walked to the desk. There was a big red notebook on the desk, and some of the pages were yellowed. The book was opened, lying quietly under the dim light.
Yang Zongbao walked over slowly, sat down, and opened it.
¡°This is not Yang Zongbao¡¯s intention to spy on others, but everything displayed here is instructing Yang Zongbao to look through that notebook.
The notebook details the identity, family background, background, and time of death of the owner of each tattoo, as well as the process by which each tattoo was removed.
Yang Zongbao flipped through the pages and found that some tattoos could be traced back to more than 100 years ago. There are many memorable names during this period
When the last page was read by the monk, Yang Zongbao rubbed his sore temples. I was planning to take a rest, but I was attracted by the contents of the notes. A notebook seems to be a record of various events in many people's lives. Some of them have a touch of mythology. Anyway, Yang Zongbao just finished reading Strange People and Strange Things. The contents inside are breathtaking. Some were tattooed to improve luck, some were tattooed to curse others, and some were tattooed for curiosity or beauty But the price they paid was not money, but to return the tattoos to the tattoo master after death. , and their descendants will agree to reasonable conditions for anyone who comes to their door with a human skin tattoo.
Seeing this price, Yang Zongbao smiled. How many people will abide by this agreement now? If you come to your home with a tattoo, don'tThere is nothing you can do about him even if he refuses to admit it.
The last page actually records a butterfly tattoo. Yang Zongbao's first reaction when he saw it was to close his laptop, but he couldn't move his eyes. There is an original photo of the butterfly tattoo in the notebook. It is very beautiful and seems to have some kind of magic. A few minutes later, Yang Zongbao closed his notebook and slammed it, his heart beating wildly. A woman's identity is very sensitive. Yang Zongbao now regrets it. Monk Hua pulled him into the fire pit together. The entire tattoo process was recorded in detail in the notebook. To keep the tattoo fresh and fresh, no anesthesia is used. Because after using anesthetics, a person's pores will become larger and the skin will become looser. There will be subtle differences in tattoos. Therefore, women accept the act of tattooing in a sober state. It is believed that the pain inflicted was no less than any extraordinary torture. Following the descriptions in his notebook, Yang Zongbao seemed to be able to restore the scene in his mind. I couldn't help but be in awe of that woman. Regardless of the reason why that woman got the tattoo, she is undoubtedly a person of great perseverance.
After reading the last punctuation mark, Yang Zongbao once again cast his eyes on the tattoos on the wall.
Under the dim light, you can capture the detailed posture of the smoke curling up in the incense burner. Because the air is filled with this illusion, the tattoos on the wall seem to come alive
Yang Zongbao suddenly frowned. He quickly walked to the interior, took a bowl of water, and poured it on the incense burner in one breath. The incense burner went out immediately. The moment it goes out, a stronger smell is released. Yang Zongbao closed his mouth and nose for a while. It wasn't until there was no more smoke to the naked eye that Yang Zongbao opened the lid and scooped up the ashes with his hands.
Sure enough, there were poppy and poppy shells inside. No wonder Yang Zongbao¡¯s thinking was a little confused.
After looking around, Yang Zongbao sighed. This is a huge treasure. If all the people on the notebook fulfill their promises, it is not impossible to subvert a country. But this is also a great danger. If you are not careful, you will get into trouble. Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t know what the flower monk meant
While thinking about it, he exited the room.
"Sir" The samurai was still standing guard at the door.
¡°¡¡± Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t answer. Only a tattoo was found on the palm of the samurai's hand.
Furama is full of revelers. There are hidden trading places as well as public entertainment. There are PRs and princesses, everything imaginable can be purchased here.
After Yang Zongbao walked out of the room, he didn't know how to entertain himself. It seems as if it is incompatible with this environment.
"Brother Yang?"
Yang Zongbao¡¯s face turned red when he saw Ren Yingying coming from the side. Before Ren Yingying walked in, Yang Zongbao smelled the smell of alcohol from her body. Frowning, Yang Zongbao was unwilling to talk. The psychedelic intensity was not over yet. The burning poppies and poppies made all Yang Zongbao's senses more sensitive, so he was not very willing to approach Ren Yingying who smelled of alcohol.
"Brother Yang" Ren Yingying's eyes were as charming as silk, showing off her daughter's coquettishness.
"Ren Yingying, come in and have a drink. Mayor Wu is still waiting." The man who came with Ren Yingying suddenly poked his head out of the box in front.
Ren Yingying cursed in his heart: "Idiot, you really don't understand timing." While worried about Yang Zongbao's reaction, he quickly put away his seductive gesture and said to the man: "It's coming." Finally, he showed a look of helplessness. Turning back three times, it seemed as if the box he was about to enter was a hell gate that forced girls into prostitution.
Yang Zongbao turned a blind eye to the whole process, as if it was none of his business. Originally, it had nothing to do with Yang Zongbao. A woman herself has fallen, and it is impossible for Yang Zongbao to save her heart. If you want to eat well and wear good clothes, but you are not willing to put in the work, what else can you get out of it besides looks? There are gains and losses, and the world is fair. If you want to catch yourself and make a once-and-for-all deal, you must first have a decent capital.
Yang Zongbao shook his head and prepared to retreat.
As soon as I walked to the door, I saw a tall woman holding a man's hand coming in.
The woman obviously noticed Yang Zongbao, holding the man's hand and immediately put it down.
"What's wrong?" The man felt a little empty in his hand.
"This an acquaintance." The woman glanced at Yang Zongbao timidly, not daring to look directly at him.
"Yeah, what's the matter? Don't block the way." Of course the man knew that the woman's abnormality was due to Yang Zongbao, so he got into a fight with Yang Zongbao.
¡°It¡¯s okay, I spent money to buy a prostitute that I haven¡¯t used yet.¡± If it were normal, Yang Zongbao would never argue with a man. The man looked to be in his early 20s, a young man with no brains. This kind of person's reasoning doesn't make sense, and he's at the point where his sanity is being eaten by dogs.Discipline. But because of the influence of narcotics, Yang Zongbao became extremely tough.
"You" Huang Yaoyao's face was pale.
But Yang Zongbao did not let Huang Yaoyao go because of this: "Is it because you don't have enough money? So you sell it? It's not enough to tell me, and it's not like you don't know my phone number." Yang Zongbao was aggressive.
"Keep your mouth clean." The man finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched Yang Zongbao directly in the face.
Yang Zongbao did not dodge, because someone had already grabbed the man's hand in front: "Young Master He, give me some face and don't be violent in the place."
"Give your mother face." The man stared sideways at the security guard who stopped him. Looking from Yang Zongbao's perspective, Mr. He's eyes almost turned into the right corner of his eye.
"Young Master He"
Mr. He shook his hand vigorously, got rid of the security guard, and waved towards Yang Zongbao again.
Yang Zongbao sighed and asked God, why are there such fools fighting, of course
Yang Zongbao raised his foot and kicked the opponent mercilessly in the abdomen.
The legs are always longer than the hands, and that Young Master He was kicked back repeatedly.
"What are you doing?" Huang Yaoyao rushed over to help Mr. He up and glared at Yang Zongbao.
"What are you doing? I'm so scared." Yang Zongbao pretended to cover his chest and pretend to have a heart injury.
"You" Huang Yaoyao was angry.
"What am I? Do you think those hundreds of thousands are to find you a sweetheart? You can't stand looking for a man in just a few months? You must have at least some morals when selling, right?" Yang Zongbao couldn't control himself at all. Mouth, I don¡¯t know when I have been so harsh and mean.
"Your mother"
Young Master He didn't remember to hit her, and he couldn't bear to see the beauty being bullied, so he rushed over again. But before he got close to Yang Zongbao, he was kicked away again.
"Boss, are you in trouble?" Rigui appeared in high spirits.
"Is your waist okay?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"It's already active." The Japanese ghost shook his waist proudly.
"Then what are you waiting for? Beat me to death." Yang Zongbao sounded very impatient.
¡°I¡¯m just waiting for your words.¡± Rigui rolled up his sleeves and walked towards Young Master He with a sly smile.
"What are you going to do?" Mr. He was lying on the ground and hadn't gotten up yet.
"Get out of here." Huang Yaoyao, beauty saves hero.
"Get out." Japanese ghosts do not distinguish between men and women, so don't let him show mercy to women. He slapped Huang Yaoyao aside and started treating poor Young Master He as a sandbag. Begging to share
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