Zhang Hao nodded, then looked at Hao Xie, "Come, tie him up!"
"Huh?" Fatty Wang couldn't help but have a bad premonition. Looking at Zhang Hao, he couldn't help but ask: "Brother Zhang Hao, don't you need to mobilize so many troops?"
"Don't worry, Fatty, I will never run away today!"
Zhang Hao ignored him, and Hao Xie came over at this time, tied Fatty Wang's hands and feet to the legs of the table, and then nodded to Zhang Hao: "It's done, the shopkeeper!"
"Yes!" Zhang Hao nodded, then picked up the dye and said, "The formula of this dye has been handed down from ancient times."
"It is made from four main ingredients: mermaid oil, crane bone powder, thousand-year-old tortoise shell ointment, and datura flowers, plus hundreds of auxiliary ingredients."
"Fat man, you are lucky!"
“Ordinary people can’t use such good materials!”
"Oh, by the way, there is salt here, sea salt, so it will hurt a little, please bear with it."
When Fatty Wang heard this, his scalp was numb. He stared and said in a trembling voice: "Ah? There is also salt!"
"I'll go. Doesn't this hurt like hell?"
Before he finished speaking, he saw that Zhang Hao had dipped the needle in dye, then pointed it at Fatty Wang's chest and knocked it down.
The needle penetrated three-thirds of the skin and would not really hurt Fatty Wang, but it would allow Fatty Wang to truly feel the severe pain.
So when Zhang Hao's first injection was administered, a scream suddenly came from the Yin Yang Inn.
"Ah!"
Then the second shot, the third shot, the fourth shot...
"Fuck! It hurts so much!"
"Brother, be gentle, please be gentle, no, I can't stand it anymore, my head hurts!"
"Ah!"
"Brother Zhang Hao, stop knocking, I really can't do it anymore!"
At first, Fatty Wang's screams were still clear, but after a while, the only sound left was screams, and what he said was no longer clear.
As for Hao Xie, his back felt cold and his hair stood on end.
He leaned against Zhang Qilin and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Qilin, what's going on with the shopkeeper's tattoo? It shouldn't hurt that much, right?"
I saw Zhang Qilin looking at it very seriously. After a while, he shook his head and said: "This kind of tattoo by the shopkeeper is not an ordinary tattoo."
"The dye looks very precious and very difficult to prepare."
“But the most difficult thing is the shopkeeper’s technique!”
"The shopkeeper?" Zhang Hao looked at Zhang Qilin suspiciously and couldn't help asking, "What did you see?"
Zhang Qilin pointed to the needle tip in Zhang Hao's hand, and then said: "The shopkeeper looks like he is tattooing Fatty Wang, but with each needle, a lot of spiritual power is poured into the eye of the needle. And after the spiritual energy goes in, It was actually well preserved by that dye and was not leaked out!”
"It should be this reason that makes Fatty Wang very painful."
Hao Xie frowned and nodded thoughtfully, then said: "Isn't it very hard for the shopkeeper?"
Zhang Qilin nodded, and then said: "He should be the only one who can control spiritual power to this extent. Now I can feel the spiritual power by describing Zhengqin's official position, but I have no way to control it."
"It's even more difficult to control spiritual power in such a subtle way as the shopkeeper's."
Hao Xie looked at Zhang Hao more seriously for a moment.
If it weren't for Zhang Qilin's explanation, he would have thought that the fat man was just being pretentious and that it was just a simple tattoo.
But I didn't expect that this tattoo would have such a big impact.
So he murmured: "Is this an ancient tattoo?"
"No wonder it's so difficult to pass down. If you want to tattoo this ancient totem, the requirements for tattooists are so great!"
"If the tattoo artist cannot master the control of this kind of spiritual power, even if he tattoos an ancient totem, the totem will just become an ordinary pattern in the end."
"That being said..."
"Brother Zhang Hao is a bit scary!"
Zhang Qilin stared at Zhang Hao with admiration in his eyes.
He said in a voice that almost no one else could hear: "Well! When can I achieve this state of spiritual control?"
At this time, Zhang Hao was taking the tattoo seriously, Fatty Wang Ren was taking it seriously, and Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin were also taking it seriously.
Time passed inadvertently between the four of them.
Two hours later, the sky suddenly became gloomy, and the light in the yard suddenly became very dim.
In the season when the east wind should have blown, suddenly the west wind blew.
The mist surrounding Yin Yang Inn suddenly became thicker at this moment, completely covering the inn in the mist.
Then, suddenly there was a sound of thunder, which brought the dazed people back to their senses.
"Boom!"
Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin couldn't help but look up and were immediately frightened by the sight in front of them.
"Why did the weather change suddenly?"
At this time, after the thunder, Fatty Wang's endurance had reached its limit.
He spread his hands and passed out.
In the sky, the red light shines brightly at the end of the black clouds, which is more brilliant than the aurora and more beautiful than the twilight.
But when a few people looked at it, they felt it was extremely penetrating, because the red light was like a huge eye, staring at this place through layers of clouds and mist.
"Is this?" Hao Xie couldn't help but wonder.
Zhang Qilin next to him frowned, "This is..."
"Xuanwu?"
In the sky, a red light became more and more dazzling.
However, the mist that gradually rose around the inn, like a patron saint, became thicker and thicker, so that the red clouds in the sky in front of Zhang Qilin and others were completely obscured by the thick fog in a moment.
Zhang Hao was stroking the blood on Fatty Wang's body, frowning, and whispered softly: "This should be considered a success, right? But we still have to observe it for a few days to be sure."
Then, he turned to Fatty Wang and Zhang Qilin and ordered: "Fatty Wang has fainted from exhaustion. You can carry him to the room to rest first." Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin nodded, and then walked over Next to Fatty Wang, he was carried into the room.
After settling Fatty Wang, the two gathered around him and carefully observed the tattoo on his chest.
After a while, Hao Xie couldn't help but asked curiously: "Brother Qilin, do you think the tattoo on the fat man's body is stronger than yours?"
Zhang Qilin was also staring at the tattoo on the fat man's chest. He shook his head and saw that the tattoo was lifelike, as if there was really an ancient beast imprisoned on his chest, which was daunting.
The spiritual power instilled by Zhang Hao is constantly integrating with Fatty Wang's body, causing the tattoo to flash a red light from time to time.
After Zhang Qilin pondered for a moment, he said slowly: "My tattoo should not be as powerful as the fat man's. However, the fat man may not be able to control this tattoo, and it may be counterattacked by it."
"Backlash?" Hao Xie asked doubtfully, "What do you mean? Will your tattoos backfire on you in the first place?"
Zhang Qilin shook his head, "I can't remember the past clearly.
However, Fatty's tattoos contain a lot of spiritual power, and his body may not be able to withstand it.
If he can bear it, it will be of great benefit to him! ”
He praised: "The shopkeeper is worthy of being the shopkeeper. He can control his spiritual power to such an amazing level! If I want to reach his level, I'm afraid it will take many years!"
Hao Xie smiled and said jokingly: "The premise is that you practice non-stop!"
Zhang Qilin shook his head and added: "I have to make the shopkeeper unable to practice in the past few years before I can catch up with him."
For a moment, Hao Xie couldn't help but be stunned, wondering if the gap between Zhang Hao and them was really that big?
He shook his head, a trace of envy flashing in his eyes.
“Hiss…” he sighed, “Looking at how domineering Fatty’s tattoo is, I want to get one too!
By the way, Brother Qilin, next time you drive away corpses, can you take me with you? ”
Zhang Qilin raised his eyebrows and looked at Hao Xie without saying anything.
Hao Xie explained: "I thought, I can't stay in the store all the time. After I learn the paper-tying technique, it's time to go out and do some tasks. I'll get familiar with it and wander around for a while. It's just a practice, otherwise I'll stay in the store all the time." There has been no progress.”
Zhang Qilin said calmly: "Then you have to talk to the shopkeeper."
……
At the same time, on the other side, Zhang Hao went directly to the morgue, looked at the ten corpses parked in the coffin, and whispered to himself: "Now we have to deal with these ten corpses. The system It’s just that I need to transport them back to the inn, but I can’t keep them in the inn. But what to do with these corpses?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the system's voice suddenly sounded in his mind.
[Ding, congratulations to the host. It has been detected that the host has successfully driven the Ten Corpses back to the Yin Yang Inn. The hidden mission has been triggered. The host has the right to refuse to accept the mission. 】
[Ding, mission name: The Nine Sects’ Remainers! 】
[Ding, the mission requirement is to send the ten corpses to each of the nine houses in Tanzhou City, Changsha Province, and the last one to the church in Tanzhou City. 】
Hearing this, Zhang Hao couldn't help but have doubts in his heart: "Each of the nine families? Then there is another corpse here that is from the Haoxie family? There is even a corpse that is from Zhang Qilin's family? Didn't they discover these two people? ”
He looked at the ten corpses in confusion, and then discovered that the general symbols on the eyebrows of these corpses actually had a few more words.
【Zhang Jia】【Hong Jia】【Li Jia】
【Chen Family】【Hao Family】【Hei Family】
【Jie Jia】【Huo Jia】【Qi Jia】
【Kaolis】
Looking at the extra words on the charms, Zhang Hao understood that they should be marked with the destination of these corpses.
The bodies of the Zhang family will naturally be sent to the Zhang family, as will the others.
What makes Zhang Hao a little strange is that there is a foreigner sneaking in here.
When he retrieved the body, he had not noticed that because the body had been buried at the bottom of the river for many years, its appearance had already changed, and its hair had fallen out.
So Zhang Hao didn't recognize that there was a foreigner here at first.
I just don’t know why this foreigner was moved to Sanjia Mountain by the warlock who set up the game?
Shaking his head, Zhang Hao felt more and more that the matter of extending the life of the Yangtze River might not be that simple.
But now that there is a hidden mission, Zhang Qilin may need to go there.
He nodded slightly, and then returned to the door of Fatty Wang's room. Thinking that Haoxie and Zhang Qilin should still be in Fatty's room, he knocked on the door and asked, "Haoxie? Zhang Qilin? Are you there?"< br>
After a while, Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin walked out of the room, looked at Zhang Hao with puzzled faces, and asked: "Shopkeeper, what can I do?"
Zhang Hao pointed in the direction of the morgue, and then said: "Come with me, I want you to identify the person."
Hao Xie and Zhang Qilin looked at each other, did they recognize each other? They all looked at Zhang Hao's back with great confusion, thinking, weren't those ten corpses placed in the morgue? What does it have to do with them?
Despite their doubts, they still followed Zhang Hao. I saw Zhang Hao leading the two of them to the black gold coffin, pointing to the body inside and asking Zhang Qilin: "Do you know this person? He should have some relationship with you, but I can't figure out what the relationship is."
Zhang Qilin looked at the corpse in the coffin with confusion at this time, without any impression.
After a while, he shook his head and said: "Shopkeeper, I know nothing about what happened more than ten years ago. This corpse... has no memory at all. Is he really related to me?"
Zhang Hao sighed silently, then shook his head and said: "I only know that this person should have something to do with you, but I don't know who he is. I don't know his identity either."
Later, Zhang Hao came to another coffin and asked Hao Xie: "Look carefully, do you know this person?"
At this time, Hao Xie also shook his head in confusion. The only thing that seemed familiar was the talisman on the forehead of the corpse, which had the word "Hao" written on it.
Hao Xie guessed that this person might also have the surname Hao. Seeing Zhang Hao asking this, could it be that he was from the Hao family?
Hao Xie looked at it for a long time, shook his head, and then said: "This person looks to be forty years old, and he died more than ten years ago. I was still young at that time, and I don't remember this person in my family. And... I have some confused memories of things from my childhood. I may have seen them, but I really can’t remember them.”
Zhang Hao nodded and secretly cursed in his heart: It seems that these corpses are not necessarily those who died ten years ago, maybe twenty or thirty years ago. That warlock is really powerful. Where did he find so many corpses? And they are all from the Nine Sects? Is there any deep meaning behind this?
He shook his head slightly, looked at Zhang Qilin, and then said: "Zhang Qilin, you have to rest for a few days. You still have to chase these corpses."
"Okay, where are you going this time?" Zhang Qilin asked.
"Tanzhou City, Changsha, a family of nine families." Zhang Hao pointed to the talismans on the foreheads of these corpses and continued, "These corpses have been marked whose bodies they belong to. As for this one named Kaolis, you can send it to Just go to the church in Tanzhou City!”
Zhang Qilin said "hmm" and looked at the body with "Zhang" written on it, still thinking about the question just now.
Is this person really related to him?
If we knew who this corpse was, would we know his life experience?
At this time, Hao Xie couldn't help but take another look at the ten corpses, and said with confusion: "Are these really the corpses of our Hao family? Why don't I have any impression at all?" (End of Chapter)