I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

"Is it here?"

Yang Shou looked at the signboard emitting a strange red light.

【Beauty Salon】

The colorful beam of light rotates slowly at the door of the store, which is a rare light source in the dark community.

Behind the glass door, there are also bright lights.

You can see the counter seats with haircuts and black hair piled up in the corners.

This looks like an ordinary shop that can be seen everywhere in reality.

It's just that under the seemingly normal appearance, there is an indescribable evil atmosphere hidden.

Squinting his eyes, Yang Shou took the fierce ribs into his arms first.

Push the door and go in, the bell hanging on the glass door makes a brisk sound.

Jingle Bell.

Jingle Bell.

Under the bright and even dazzling white light, a young man greeted him.

"Sir, are you a barber?"

"I'll wash your hair first."

The boy is an apprentice, with a smile on his immature face, warm and polite.

But when he mentioned washing his hair, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Yang Shou's neck.

It seems to be thinking about how to remove the head and take it to the shampoo station to clean "Nine Nine Zero".

"I don't cut my hair, I get tattoos."

"Where's your boss?"

Yang Shou asked casually without looking at the environment in the shop.

The barber table is clean and bright, with all kinds of tools.

It doesn't look different.

It's just that there is an imperceptible trace of blood on the sharp edge of the razor.

In the corners are several model human heads with brightly colored wigs.

Yang Shou took a few more glances, the more he felt that the model looked like a real head.

In the pupils of the model, there is a touch of horror that only humans have.

It seemed that at the last moment, he realized what had happened to him.

"Are you looking for a boss tattoo? Please follow me."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the boy's eyes, and he turned to lead the way.

Pass through the barber shop, shampoo room, and a long corridor in turn.

Push open a small door and enter the tattoo room.

A pale man sat in the deepest part.

It is the creepy tattooist, the owner of this beauty salon, and one of the most terrifying creeps in the community.

But Yang Shou glanced at it, and then focused on the wall cabinet behind.

One by one glass bottles and jars are placed on it, filled with the liquid delivered to the ship.

In a blur, one can see a transparent face soaked in the liquid.

They closed their eyes, as if falling into a deep sleep.

But there was a pained look on his face.

These are forbidden souls.

"Are you here for a tattoo?"

"Whether you are spooky or alive, after I tattoo you, you will get a part of my power.

"Enough for you to survive in the community."

"But the price is that after you die, your soul belongs to me."

The crafty tattoo artist asked the boy to go out, spoke coldly, and then added:

"The deal begins when you step into the tattoo room.

"You can't refuse."

Walking to the tattoo reclining chair and sitting down, Yang Shou smiled and said:

"What if I'm just here for a consultation?"

"You must have a tattoo when you enter the room. This is a strong buy and sell."

"No matter how you understand it." The cunning tattoo artist showed a cold smile.

"You've seen my collection."

"It's my secret, you have to get the tattoo."

Souls are the living and unearthly source, possessing a variety of functions.

Even if it is just swallowed roughly, it can also enhance the strange power.

In order to increase the speed of collecting souls, the cunning tattoo artist will plant a curse at the same time when tattooing.

Every time a tattooed person uses a tattoo, he will consume himself.

If you abuse your strength, you are destined to not live for a few months.

After death, the soul will return to the tattoo room.

The treacherous tattoo artist looked at Yang Shou.

In the Hongguang Homeland, the strangeness and the breath of the living are confused, and it is difficult to distinguish clearly.

It doesn't know if Yang Shou is dead or alive, and doesn't care.

In its view, Yang Shou's eyes are pure and bright, representing an exceptionally pure soul,

Found a good one.

The expression of the treacherous tattoo artist became greedy.

"What are you going to tattoo?"

Smiling excitedly, it got up and picked up the tools.

Yang Shou thought about it seriously, raised his head and asked:

"I already have a tattoo on my back and it's a little too aggressive."

"I want to tattoo one on my chest too, and press each other."

"Can you tattoo Guan Gong for me?"

The treacherous tattoo artist's movements froze, and his eyes were annoyed.

Guan Gong is the legendary martial sage emperor who keeps his house secluded and evil, and can kill evil spirits.

As a weirdo, it is impossible to instill power into such a tattoo.

And it's hard to imagine that there will be weird or tricksters with Guan Gong tattooed on their chests.

"Are you provoking me?"

The tattoo artist's tone was cold, and the room suddenly became depressing.

In the glass jar of the wall cabinet, transparent faces floated up and down, exuding unspeakable weirdness.

"No, I really want to get a tattoo of Guan Gong."

"After I got an extra dragon on my back, I thought so."

Yang Shou turned around, revealing the Kailong tattoo on his back.

"this……………"

Can't help but take a few steps back, the treacherous tattoo artist was shocked for no reason, and then found that under its gaze, the Tianlong tattoo suddenly opened its eyes, revealing a majestic and domineering gaze.

This is a weird natural enemy.

The golden light suddenly shines.

Tianlong rushed out suddenly and threw it straight up.

The cunning tattoo artist's face was ferocious, and he turned into a dark figure, blending into the deep darkness, unable to see his figure.

A series of illusory lines are entangled and gathered in mid-air.

Poisonous pythons, skeletons, blood tigers, and various poisonous insects.

This is the strange ability of the strange tattoo master, who can control the strange tattoo and turn it into a lifeless strange beast.

The deadly beast stopped before Tianlong.

Strands of hair also came out from the gap in the door.

Countless cunning hairs form a big net, trying to trap Yang Shou.

Yang Shou didn't dodge, and went directly to meet him.

After the cunning hair touched him, it burned rapidly and turned into ashes.

"Think I can't find you by melting into the darkness?"

Taking out a talisman from his bosom, Yang Shou threw it into the darkness...

The invisible power spread rapidly, instead wrapping the darkness, gathering it again and again, and finally gathered all the darkness into a black figure.

A piece of yellow talisman paper was being pasted on the body of the tattoo artist.

Taishangzheng has a curse talisman, a talisman for suppressing evil, which can effectively suppress weirdness and suppress bans.

Worried that a talisman would not be able to seal the evil spirit.

Yang Shou stepped forward a few steps, and directly nailed the tattoo artist to the wall with the fierce ribs.

The evil spirit spread and melted the latter's body.

The strange beasts in mid-air began to slacken and their strength weakened.

The golden Tianlong exerted force instantly, tearing up all the strange beasts and turning them into lines again.

Afterwards, Tianlong swam over and bumped directly into the tattoo artist.

A raging flame ignited, burning everything.

Even if it is fierce, it can't stop the repeated attacks and begins to melt.

After a few seconds, the tattooist had disappeared.

"There seems to be a problem."

In the tattoo room, there is still an unspeakable strange atmosphere.

Yang Shou realized something was wrong.

On the wall cabinet, with a snap, a glass jar shattered.

A transparent face emerged, showing a look of pain and struggle, and then suddenly became indifferent.

It opened its mouth and let out the voice of a tattoo artist:

"How many runes do you have?"

How long can a dragon tattoo last?"

"Every soul here is cursed by me.

"As long as one is still there, I can use my soul to be reborn immediately!"

"You can't kill me!"

Yang Shou was surprised, at a glance, there were at least a hundred glass jars on the wall cabinet.

Between existence and illusion, these spirits are hard to harm.

If the stalemate continues, the cunning tattoo artist will be killed again and again.

Even if they can win, they will attract the property and security guards.

"Fierce is really hard to deal with."

4.8 "But since it's a soul, it's much easier to deal with."

Yang Shou showed a gentle smile, which made the tattoo artist shudder.

"I will cause them to enter Nirvana without residue and save them, so that countless, countless and boundless sentient beings will be saved..."

The deep voice echoed in the room, implying the meaning of saving the soul and saving all living beings.

All the glass jars began to explode, and after a while of confusion, the transparent faces smiled and went where they should go.

"Damn it, are you human or weird!"

"This is the Diamond Sutra..."

The treacherous tattoo artist was terrified, watching the golden dragon devour it again.

When it completely disappeared, a chilly force appeared out of thin air, manifesting the appearance of a human tattoo, and then got into Yang Shou's body.

The sea of ​​malice in the bottom of my heart rolled up terrifying waves, visible to the naked eye, and the area of ​​the sea area expanded by one point.

And Yang Shou also felt that his body was stronger.

The speed, reaction, strength and other qualities that are far beyond ordinary people have gained new growth.

"It turns out that hunting fierce people can really make them stronger!"

Yang Shou felt hot in his heart. .