A chest full of ghosts from the underworld and a back full of gods from heaven

Mr. Zhou is worthy of being a national-level painting master.

It would have taken at least five or six hours for an ordinary tattoo artist to do the tattoo on Grandpa's full back, but in Mr. Zhou's hands it only took just one hour, and every line was lifelike and vivid.

Grandpa stood up. His old back was covered with bullet holes and knife wounds. An old general holding a giant bow and full of blood glared angrily. Qin Jue could feel a strong sense of killing even if he was just standing by and watching. Coming at you!

At this moment, Grandpa's whole demeanor has changed drastically!

Originally, he was old and frail, and his eyes were gentle, but deep down he had murderous intent.

At this time, he looks like a gang leader, not angry but intimidating, which is intimidating!

"Dad! It's your turn!"

My father lay down with complicated eyes and sighed heavily. Who would have thought that a first-class sergeant major would get a tattoo here.

The pain of the tattoo pen piercing the skin hit me, and a pure black ferocious dragon began to be outlined on my father's leg.

Mr. Zhou's posture, expression, and movements were all rigorous and serious to the extreme.

Qin Jue's eyes were filled with admiration.

Although Mr. Zhou comes from a well-known family and scorns tattoos, something only gangsters do, his attitude of taking it seriously as soon as he starts is really worth winning over.

In the future, divine tattoo masters will be the way to fight evil spirits, but which divine tattoo master doesn't want to have a master tattoo artist behind him?

Just like in his previous life, Qin Jue used corpse blood to tattoo his body, which was crooked and crooked. He said he had a dragon tattoo, but in fact he was just a twisted and deformed insect. Even so, he could still sustain it for two years!

If only I could get a beautiful tattoo right now...

The fire in Qin Jue's eyes became more and more intense.

After his father finished, Mr. Zhou put down his tattoo pen and took a rest. While drinking tea, he looked at Qin Jue: "Little bastard, what do you want to tattoo?"

"Heaven and Hell."

"Wha, what!?"

"Naihe Bridge, Yellow Spring, Flowers of the Other Shore, Bull's Head and Horse's Face, Seducer of Souls, Judge of the Underworld, Ten Palaces of Yama, Emperor Fengdu, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva on the chest, Michael, Gabriel, Angel, and Seraph on the back!"

Mr. Zhou was stunned. Even though he had never been exposed to the tattoo industry, he still knew some taboos as a painter.

Especially the portraits of the underworld, which are even more taboo among taboos, and ordinary people simply cannot bear them!

"Are you crazy!?"

"These are taboos!"

taboo?

Qin Jue smiled slightly.

So what about taboos?

It's just right for me to be full of taboos against the evil spirits in the sky!

"Mr. Zhou, please!"

"You, oh, okay, your Qin family is really crazy."

Mr. Zhou sighed, picked up the tattoo pen again, and began to draw patterns on Qin Jue's body.

Even ordinary people have heard of the taboos in the tattoo industry.

The most taboo thing is the underworld and the messengers of the gods!

According to legend, those who have these tattoos will die suddenly within seven days if their fate is weaker!

Just because I can't bear it, my mortal body can't bear these endless gods!

Therefore, in the tattoo circle, even if the big guys have tattoos on their arms and backs, they will never touch things like the underworld, let alone the Western Paradise and the Eastern Heaven. They are all terrifying, and you would rather believe them than believe them!

Qin Jue knelt on the ground, his back spread out, and his muscle lines rotated like a pair of wings!

The father's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly felt even more unfamiliar with his son.

This level of muscle strength is rare even among military kings!

When did this bastard develop such muscles?

Pure white huge wings covered Qin Jue's back.

On the wings, four gods are arranged on both sides, the majestic Holy Spirit!

A long black bridge extended from Qin Jue's chest to his abdomen.

In the middle abdomen, a long, light yellow river rolls endlessly.

On Naihe Bridge, there is an old woman selling tea soup.

Under the Naihe Bridge, bull heads and horse faces drove countless dead souls across the bridge.

On that section of the bridge, black and white hand-held candles wait quietly.

Behind the black and white impermanence, the ten palaces of Yama are high up, overlooking the entire underworld.

In the deepest part, a huge thing hidden in the darkness stands quietly!

That was Emperor Fengdu, the man behind the underworld!

Next to Emperor Fengdu, a Bodhisattva sat cross-legged.

If hell is not empty, I will never become a Buddha!

This is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

The most powerful man in the underworld at the same level as Emperor Fengdu!

Looking at himself in the mirror, Qin Jue smiled with satisfaction.

In fact, after accepting the fact that he was reborn and returned, Qin Jue planned the way to become stronger.

Since divine tattoo masters can become stronger by hunting weirdos, collecting weirdos, and awakening tattoos.

That means that the weaker the tattoo, the sooner it will awaken.

The stronger the tattoo, the more cunning is needed.

Therefore, Qin Jue designed a complete upgrade system with distinct classes.

Underworld is an upgrade system, and heaven is another upgrade system.

It's just that the underworld system is huge, with some strong and some weak, and it is most suitable for overall transition.

Although the Heaven system is simple, they are all powerful and suitable for the killer move.

Qin Jue's idea was perfect. Using the underworld system, he could perfectly survive the early stage of the strange invasion.

The weakest Soul Seducer, followed by the Bull-Headed Horse-Mian, Black and White Impermanence, Underworld Judge, Ten Halls of Yama, and even the strongest Emperor Fengdu and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, this is a complete upgrade system, and it is also a clearly visible way to become stronger. road!

Of course, if the time is right, Qin Jue will also consider adding new systems.

Historical figures can also be used as new systems.

But the overall strength is definitely not as good as the divine system.

Only with the power of the gods can Qin Jue see the light in the last days.

"I'm so exhausted! It's finally over!" Mr. Zhou collapsed on the sofa dripping with sweat.

Qin Jue didn't interrupt too much, said goodbye respectfully, and left with his father and grandfather.

On the way home, my father and grandfather kept their brows furrowed.

"No! I have to go to Kyoto!" Grandpa suddenly said: "I must tell the person in the highest department about this situation!"

The father frowned and nodded: "Yes, our Qin family has been national heroes for generations and has the responsibility to tell the country the truth. I just hope it's not too late!"

But Qin Jue stretched out his hand and blocked their way.

Facing the frowning eyes of his father and grandfather, Qin Jue said calmly: "It's too late. Let's protect our own family first."

"Fart!" Father's eyes widened: "I am a first-class sergeant major in Daxia. I am a soldier in Daxia. My responsibility is to protect my family and my country! Get out of my way!"

Grandpa no longer looked like the old naughty boy he used to be, and said solemnly: "My grandson, the old Qin family can't stay away and be alone. From the day I came back from the Ehong River to today, I am disabled, but the motherland has never forgotten me, and I will not Forget the motherland!"