"Master, I can sign it. You are not allowed to burn me with real fire in the future."

"Yes, as long as you perform well, I will never punish you. Parents like obedient children.

You have refined it by yourself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is my child. As long as you really work hard for me, even if you lose your soul, I will recover you through the theater."

Shang Biao's words of deceiving ghost made Gui Tong grin unconsciously. He was moved but he had accumulated a lot of contempt.

If you force yourself to sign a slave contract, which parent will do such a careless thing?

When the soul deed was signed, an inexplicable connection appeared in Shang Biao's heart.

As long as he is willing, a thought can make the ghost boy lose his soul. This is the domineering aspect of the slave contract, and Shang Biao is very satisfied with it.

After picking up the pen and wiping the ink, after a few failures, he successfully drew the talisman he needed.

Good things come one after another, no wonder Buddhism and Taoism emphasize good rewards. Today, Laila's life was saved, but he actually changed his bad luck in the past.

Empty the messy thoughts in your heart and sit cross-legged in the formation where Yin Qi condenses.

A yellow talisman was pasted in the Dantian, and bit his finger and activated the talisman with the help of his own essence and blood.

The continuous yin energy hit Shang Biao's acupoints, and a needle-like feeling came from his whole body. Although the shortcut is easy to walk, it still has to pay a considerable price.

This kind of talisman is usually just used as a supplement and needs to be torn off, otherwise it will not be fun to enter the body.

However, Shang Biao relied on the theater as a backing for treatment and unscrupulously absorbed the yin energy and ran along the meridians. After the dantian was full, he released the yin energy.

After repeated this, Shang Biao finally felt a different feeling than the Yin Qi entering his body.

"Whether to comprehend the martial arts "Taishang Lingbao Sutra" covers the original template martial arts "Little Zhoutian Qixing Method". Tip: The martial arts skills extracted by non-professional templates will limit the release of some skills, please choose carefully."

There was actually this restriction, and Shang Biao gave up the idea of ​​covering the martial arts.

When he was inquiring on the movie tickets, he really didn't notice this restriction.

But the problem is not big. The cinema's cultivation level is only improved by improving its martial arts. It doesn't know the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month, as long as it can be used in reality.

I looked at the time and it was already the next afternoon.

Shang Biao patted the dust on his body and fell into the pool along the waterfall.

There were constant jingling sounds outside. In order to hide the things behind the waterfall, Shang Biao could only wet for a while.

Climbing out of the waterfall, what caught my eye was a dozen women repairing the courtyard wall and cleaning under the command of a child.

The Mediterranean driver stood in the shade of the tree, beside him, Cao Cai chewed betel nuts and played with his cell phone bored.

"Master Huang, you have been practicing under the pool, so I can wait."

Shang Biao suddenly appeared attracted everyone's attention, and Cao Cai vomited betel nut and spoke first.

"Have the goods arrived?"

"Just at the foot of the mountain, I see that Master, you have no place to settle here, so I didn't bring them up."

"It's okay, just bring them here.

Seeing that Shang Biao insisted on doing this, Cao Cai didn't say much, and called the phone and asked the subordinates to bring the person up.

"Laila, let them go back first and come to work tomorrow."

Shang Biao said to the child who was pointing fingers over there, saying that he would send someone into the water curtain cave later, but it was always bad to be seen by so many people.

"OK."

Laila turned around and replied with an unfulfilled thought. Shang Biao only saw clearly her appearance. She turned out to be a girl.

He didn't look closely yesterday, and with Laira's short hair, he thought he didn't seriously distinguish her gender.

Laira is clean now, and she looks not ugly. She has big black eyes and a high nose bridge, and looks a bit like a mixed race.

Fortunately, she is young and thin, and she is usually dirty, otherwise she would have been caught by slum traffickers or imprisoned to pick up customers and make money.

After the villagers left, a group of strong men held weapons and punched and kicked all the way, sending more than 20 elderly, weak, sick and disabled people up.

"Master, are you satisfied with this guy?"

"How much is it."

"I'll make up for you and you'll have 600,000 yuan.

Shang Biao took out all the gold bars and threw them one by one at Cao Cai.

"Except for the payment, I will exchange the rest for Nanyang coins."

"Okay, gold is hard currency, and it is more popular than Daolle in Nanyang."

Cao Cai picked up a drop and dropped it a few times, smiled with satisfaction, and then asked his subordinates to leave together.

The ground boy Guman under the shade of the tree noticed what Shang Biao was thinking and manipulated the crying people to jump into the pool.

These old, weak, sick and disabled people who were sold as goods were on the verge of collapse, and it was not difficult for the earth boy Guman to manipulate them at one time.

"There is a cave after the waterfall. If you have any questions, please let me not go in."

Shang Biao instructed Laira, and jumped hard and jumped into the waterfall.

After the people were already unconscious by the ground boy Guman, they were lying in a row in a row in the cave.

Shang Biao picked a woman casually and made the first skin painting.

Shang Biao did not know how to peel, so he directly summoned a ghost messenger from the skinning hell and let it possess it on a special skinning knife to operate.

A thin skinning knife fell on the spine of the chosen woman, and the blade slowly moved, revealing the yellow fat and beating muscles under the skin.

A thin piece of skin spreads its wings from its back to its sides.

The blade gradually accelerated, and within a short while, a piece of human skin was peeled off completely.

Blood spreads twisted patterns on the ground, making it look strangely cruel.

The last step requires Shang Biao to cast the spell himself before the skin can be formed.

The bright red heart was taken out by the broken chest, Shang Biao tried hard on his hand, and the scattered essence and blood in his heart were gathered and scattered onto his skin.

The whispering ghost words came out of the mouth, and the yin energy fluctuated.

The blood on the ground flowed back instantly, and the body that had lost its skin turned into a pool of paste-like flesh paste, which was integrated into the painted skin.

After the skill is over, a painted skin is successfully made. The whole process is basically not difficult, just the caster needs to have a dark heart.

Half of his mana was consumed and he could not continue. Shang Biao put away his skin and meditated to recover.

One by one, with Shang Biao's magic power, if you don't rest, you can make four copies a day in exchange for a pay of 800 yuan.

Seven days later, when the last material was used up, Shang Biao stretched and entered the cinema to make up for his sleep.

He only rested for three or four hours a day for these seven days, which really made him exhausted.

But this is also worth it. Including the Mediterranean driver, he made a total of twenty-five paintings. One was 200, and one was paid for 5,000 yuan. He got it.

Shang Biao, who was sleeping, suddenly heard the notification from the theater, and his whole body was clever, and his sleepiness immediately disappeared.
Chapter completed!