Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 12 Drawing Talisman Business

Author: Zhu Bajie who pursues dreams

Chapter 12 Drawing Talisman Business

"Woooooooo..."

Vigo woke up from his coma and looked around. It was dark all around, with only a few rays of silver-blue light coming from the ceiling.

Where is this?

Vigo tried to struggle to get up, but with a crash, his whole body and the chair behind him fell directly to the ground.

Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were tied to the chair.

No, you have to run away quickly.

Vigo remembered that before he fell into coma, a special forces team broke into his villa and slaughtered all his bodyguards. He himself was also hit by a tranquilizer bomb.

Vigo gritted his teeth and pushed his legs and knees hard on the ground, just like a shrimp with bow legs, struggling to crawl on the ground.

The hundreds of kilograms of solid wood seats behind him made him breathless.

Vigo didn't dare to stop, even though his knees were burning with pain, he couldn't care less!

Breathe in and out...

Just after crawling more than ten meters, Vigo suddenly froze, and a heavy breathing sound suddenly came from the top of his head.

Vigo raised his head with great effort, and through the dim light, he saw an upright cabinet in front of him, and the sound of breathing came from the top of the cabinet.

What's in the cabinet, an enemy? Or an unlucky guy like him.

Vigo didn't know, and didn't want to know.

What he wants now is to get out of this hellish place quickly.

His knees rubbed against the cold ground, leaving two long blood marks.

The smell of blood seemed to irritate the things in the cabinet. Vigo heard the gasping sounds getting heavier and heavier, and in his ears he could even hear the sizzling sound left by fingernails scratching the steel plate.

Viggo struggled to crawl. In front of him, a green light rose, giving him some hope.

When he finally moved to the green light, the scene in front of him completely scared him crazy.

In front of him was a big pit, a huge sinkhole. The sinkhole was densely filled with corpses.

Pieces of white-bone corpses, hollow skulls with green flames glowing in their eye sockets, stared straight at him.

The green light he just saw was the flames in the eye sockets of those white bones.

"ah!……"

Vigo let out meaningless roars in horror, venting his inner panic.

Click, click, click...

Weird clicking sounds continued one after another, and the bones in the sinkhole were twisting like marionettes. Vigo even saw one of the bones picking off his own skull and holding it under his arm.

Tick ​​tick tick, yellow urine flowed down Vigo's trouser legs.

The gang boss was so frightened by the horrific scene in front of him that he peed.

"God! Is this hell?"

Vigo collapsed weakly on the ground, a bald old man in his fifties, crying like a three-year-old child.

"Mr. Vigo, this is not hell!"

The soft words came from behind Vigo. As the words fell, several huge lights on the ceiling lit up at the same time.

Vigo was unable to open his eyes due to the bright white light. He blinked hard for a long time before he could adapt to the bright light.

In front of him was a huge circular platform paved with bluestone. Surrounding the platform were black upright coffins. The cabinet he encountered just now was clearly one of these oriental coffins.

Thinking of the strange noise coming from the coffin just now, Vigo couldn't help but swallowed.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Vigo raised his head and looked at the man in front of him.

In the middle of the bluestone altar, there is a long red sandalwood table. On the long table, there is a small stone mill the size of a human head.

Vigo watched helplessly as the Asian man in a white Tang suit put a beating heart into the stone mill, poured in red powder and a bag of pale fangs, and then began to shake the stone mill.

The stone mill grinds, and blood-red liquid flows into the stone inkstone at the bottom.

When Vigo saw this strange scene, his scalp suddenly felt numb and his teeth could not help but chatter up and down.

"Mr. Vigo, I heard that you are running the arms business in New York and you are doing pretty well?"

Grind the cinnabar, vampire's heart blood, and fangs into an inkstone of blood ink.

Tang Song took out a stack of yellow paper on the side of the long desk, took out a white jade brush from the pen holder, dipped it in blood ink, and held the pen in his hand. Tang Song did not rush to write, but raised his head slightly and looked towards

Vigo.

"Are you doing it for the arms market in New York?!"

Vigo struggled to get up from his knees and stared at the Asian young man in front of him.

Vigo is afraid of the devil, but a devil is not interested in the arms market.

The courage as a gang boss returned to him. Vigo tried hard to maintain his dignity, but the wet feeling in his crotch made him very uncomfortable.

"Let me go, I will withdraw from the arms market in New York, and leave the business here to you!"

"I want the arms market in New York, and your smuggling routes and customers are mine too!"

The white jade is used as the pole, and the wolf hair of a twenty-year-old weasel is used as the tip. The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and the ink is splashed. The blood ink outlines a series of spiritual lines on the yellow paper.

When the last stroke of the Tang and Song Dynasties was completed, green light appeared on the talisman paper.

"Pooh!"

Vigo spat heavily on the ground and cursed Tang and Song fiercely in Russian.

"Kill me if you can, Russians are not afraid of death!"

Vigo raised his neck and stared at Tang Song with a red face.

"Death," Tang Song chuckled and pointed around with a brush: "Do you think death is the end here?"

Vigo turned his head and looked at the strange surroundings, the upright coffins, and the mountains of bones piled up in the Shitai sinkhole. Vigo felt that the courage he had finally summoned faded away like the tide.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you let me go, the customer list and smuggling routes will all be yours!"

"Well, that's right. If Mr. Vigo does this, we will be friends!"

Tang Song laughed and said, "Kane, take Mr. Vigo down to wash up. You are so rude to your guests!"

In the shadows, Kane walked out, walked to Vigo's side, untied the rope tied to him, half-supported, half-escorted to the elevator on the side.

"By the way, arrange two Ukrainian beauties for Mr. Vigo. I'll treat you!"

The elevator slowly rose, and Tang and Song continued to meditate on drawing symbols.

To draw a talisman is to attach your own energy and spirit to the talisman paper, and use the talisman paper as a medium to cast spells.

If you don't know how to draw the talisman, you will make the ghosts and gods laugh. If you know how to draw the talisman, you will make the ghosts and gods scream in surprise.

In the Tang and Song dynasties, the essence of talismans was somewhat like the integrated circuits of a computer.

The spirit patterns outlined in blood ink are the circuits on the integrated board, and the spells outlined in the spirit patterns are similar to computer programs.

It's just that drawing talismans requires human body essence, true energy, and mana.

Integrated circuits are powered by electricity.

Gold wire in integrated circuits has the best conductivity, and after many experiments in the Tang and Song Dynasties, they found that blood ink mixed with blood from vampires mixed with cinnabar had a very good effect when used to draw symbols.

…………

"boss!"

Tang Song came out of the secret room, and Ryan, Kane, and Frank were all there.

The three of them sat around the table, each with a few cards in front of them. Judging from the card patterns, they were playing blackjack. When they saw Tang Song walking out of the elevator, Ryan stood up to greet him.

Kane and Frank nodded to Tang Song as a greeting.

"These are the little diamond talismans I drew. Each person can take a few and carry them with him. They can withstand ordinary small-caliber firearms!"

A stack of yellow paper with graffiti-like appearance was placed on the table.

Frank picked up a piece of paper and looked at it carefully. It was an ordinary yellow paper with some symbols drawn on it. Can this one withstand bullets from small-caliber firearms?

"boom!"

Before Frank could raise his question, a gunshot rang out.

A golden light glowed on his body and spread from the surface of his body, forming the shape of a golden bell.

A shriveled bullet slid down the surface of the golden clock and fell on the carpet.

Kane nodded and put away the military pistol in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Frank looked at Kane and was about to get angry when the yellow talisman in his hand suddenly burned. In two or three breaths, it burned directly into a pile of ashes.

"Okay," Tang Song waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to sit down: "Kane, how do you know Vigo's business?"

Kane nodded: "Vigo's uncle used to be a logistics major general in the former Soviet Union, responsible for weapons management in a war zone. After the Soviet Union collapsed, his uncle smuggled a large number of weapons out. Currently, this batch of weapons is managed by him and his representative.

My brother is selling!"

Tang Song took the glass of red wine handed over by Ryan and said with a mocking smile:

"From the time the Soviet Union collapsed until now, it seems that this major general has robbed a lot of things!"

After the collapse of the Soviet Union, countless weapons were lost. According to rumors in the underground world, even nuclear warheads were sold during this period.

"But now these things belong to us!"

"By the way, what's the name of Vigo's cousin?" Tang Song took a sip of the slightly bitter red wine: "Don't let this cousin disturb our business!"

"Yuri Orlov, according to Vigo, this man is an international arms dealer! He is now in the Middle East!"

Yuri Orlov, when he heard this somewhat familiar name, Tang Song did not think much and said casually: "Kane, you and Frank will take people to Russia to collect the things in the warehouse. If anyone gets in the way, just

Kill them!"

(End of chapter)