Cheng You's eyes returned to the clear light, and asked Shang Biao to take off his shirt again, reveal all his tattoos, and pull his messy beard to reveal a thoughtful look.

After a long time, he sighed and said, "It is impossible to wash pictures. If such a masterpiece is destroyed in my hands, I will not be able to do it.

But there is no way, it depends on whether you can do it.

Hey, your face is... no wonder you can withstand such a ferocious beast. But if this happens, there is really nothing we can do about it."

Only then did Cheng You notice the strange appearance of Shang Biao and overturned the previous conclusion.

"If you have a fart, let it go. My father and I don't have time to hang out with you, the old drunkard who is waiting to die!"

The old Taoist swears without waiting for Shang Biao to ask.

"What are you urging? Dead bones? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? This boy's natural appearance of evil bones is simply not surprising that he is reincarnated by evil spirits. No wonder he can withstand such ferocious beasts."

Cheng You smashed his mouth and looked at Shang Biao with a look of scrutinizing rare animals.

Although tattoos are not evil things, there are many things to pay attention to. You don’t just tattoo whatever you want.

A serious traditional tattoo must be based on your birth date, horoscope, fate and face. The tattoo master will help you choose a picture that you can carry.

If you cannot bear it, it means that your fate is incompatible, or your fate is weak and you will not have the blessing. If you forcefully tattoo the gods and demons that you cannot bear, you will not only have good luck, but will also have backlash such as blood disasters.

Just like Wen Guan Gong and Evil Dragon, if you don’t have a strong life and can’t bear it, it will be a death.

Seeing that the old Taoist looked cold and seemed a little dissatisfied, Cheng You explained again.

"I was originally going to help him tattoo a righteous god to suppress evil with good, but he is so arrogant that no righteous god is willing to join him.

I'll ask you, your Yinshan Sect also has a magic trick to invite God to possess. Has the gods above responded to your invitation?"

Cheng You stared at Shang Biao and asked.

"It's really not there. Even the ghost immortals in the underworld can't be invited."

Shang Biao was stunned by the question, but he still answered truthfully.

After feeling the feeling of asking God to come down to earth to soar in the first audition ticket, how could he let go of this method that could be used as a trump card to turn the game?

Whether he obtained the "Yinshan Faji" or possessed the inheritance and memory of the Lushan School, he tried to ask the gods to possess it.

Unfortunately, no matter what kind of sacrifice he offered or how sincere he had received, he had never received any response.

As for Master Ma's time, it is probably the people above who saw that he really encountered a life-and-death crisis, so they were willing to condescend to earth and use Shang Biao to help him resolve the disaster.

Otherwise, no matter how strong the Maoshan background relationship is, even if it is the lowest level god general, I will not be able to come.

Being born with evil bones, being disgusted with ghosts, is not a joke.

"You also heard it, dead bones, it's no wonder I am!"

"The righteous god is not good, what about the evil map! Your one hundred and eight ghost thorn maps will not be without a defensive look on my nephew's body, right? If this is true, don't use these rags as treasures in the future, so as to save embarrassment."

The old Taoist clumsy provocation method made Cheng You so angry that he was breathless.

"You are the ancestor, Banban. I am not a relative of this kid. Even if there is a ghost thorn, why should I help him in vain?

Especially when he sees this, he may have more lives in his hands than you, an old ghost. If I help him, I really want to continue. Even if I reincarnate for dozens of times, I will not be able to make up for the cause and effect."

The old Taoist looked at Shang Biao, and said that he had already said this. If he couldn't come up with something that impressed Cheng You, the old Taoist wouldn't be able to continue to force the old guy.

Although the two of them were unforgivable, they lived to their age and had few friends left along the way. Therefore, the old Taoist did not want to have a quarrel with Cheng You and lost these few friends.

"Since that's the case, then just tattoo the god, but it's not for me to tattoo. Master Cheng will see which one is suitable, so I'll bring the person you want to tattoo here."

The good soul can inherit the divine eyes of Prince Ma, so it is okay to write a regular picture.

Cheng You and the old Taoist watched Shang Biao put on their clothes, put their sunglasses back on the bridge of their noses and walked out of the tattoo shop. They didn't know what puzzle he was fighting.

After leaving the tattoo shop, I saw that there was a public toilet. The dealer turned in. After confirming that there was no one, he went straight into the private theater.

"As it true, it seems that although he inherited his own good intentions, he is not a calm master."

When Shang Biao saw that there was no one in the room, he recalled what Shanhun said to him in the end and knew where he was going.

From the appearance of City X, Shang Biao just left the private theater and felt the breath of the clone of the good soul.

"Hu, Huhu, he is saved, he finally comes!"

In a remote alley, Shanhun Shang Biao was carrying a coma woman on her back, constantly gasping for breath.

"Save? Hehe, boy, I want to see who dares to save you!"

Behind him, a playful voice came. A middle-aged man wearing a mysterious suit, holding a money sword, and having three scratches on his face appeared at the entrance of the alley. Beside him was the slag who had met Shang Biao before.

"I advise you not to watch Sister Ya's attention anymore. That person is not as easy to talk to as me."

"You still play such a childish trick when you die. Why? How many Heavenly War Gods have you called for help? Are you going to scare me to death? Hahaha, I admit, this joke makes me laugh. If you make it more vivid, maybe I will be scared away by you."

The middle-aged man smiled wildly, and pointed the money sword in his hand at Shang Biao. Mao Zombie, who had been wiped out, immediately rushed up.

Shang Biao took a deep breath and stimulated the last talisman on his body.

He looked at the pursuer behind him who was still in dispersed and jumped hard. After climbing over the wall, he immediately changed direction and ran towards the location where his evil soul appeared.

"Very good, my baby likes the boiling blood the most. Just run away, I want to see where you can escape!"

With the stiff shoulders, the man also climbed over the wall and followed Shang Biao tightly.

"Friend, Lin Lingzi's goal is me. Let me go down and you can escape by yourself!"

The woman on her shoulder woke up and showed a very ordinary and slightly neutral face.

"Sister Ya, what stupid things are you saying? As long as you persist for a while, when that guy arrives, even if you can't beat the evil way behind you, we can escape safely."

"It's really strange. Although you're familiar with it, I just don't think we've seen it. Can you tell me your name?"

"If you can't remember, don't think about it. I'm familiar with it. As for the name, you can call me whatever you want, it doesn't matter anyway."

After Shang Biao finished speaking, he felt the momentum coming from behind and squeezed out the last trace of strength on his body, and ran a little faster.
Chapter completed!