Drawing cards can't save the weird world

"Uncle Tie, why do you think this happens to an ordinary tattoo?! Is it a tattoo? I have investigated the tattoo artist from Fusang through the man in black. He is not a superhuman!"

Zhao Hao was idle in the shop and asked Uncle Tie for help.

Uncle Tie was not surprised at all. He kept the accounts while flicking the abacus, and replied casually, "What do you think tattoos are?"

"What are tattoos?"

Zhao Hao was asked, what else could a tattoo be? It's a tattoo! Could it be the pretty boy logo?

Uncle Tie said: "In the early pre-Qin period, tattooing was used as a criminal law. There are other examples of using tattoos as warnings, such as the story of the tattooing of the mother-in-law. Another example is the flower monk Lu Zhishen in "Water Margin". , Jiuwenlong Shijin, etc., all have tattoos. Many of those traditional gangs have inheritance tattoos, which have special meanings and cannot be randomly tattooed..."

"There is a folk saying that the fate is too thin to suppress the tattoos. For example, the tattoos open the eyes and close the saints, the tigers descending from the mountain, the dragons over the shoulders, Tang Xuanzang, Zhong Kui and so on."

"This is not groundless. Because in the earliest times, tattoos are a kind of totem engraved on the body. Do you know the totem? So as long as the craftsmanship is superb and enough effort is put into it, even ordinary people can get tattoos with spirituality. ..."

Of course Zhao Hao knew about the totem.

In the inner world, the totem can probably be regarded as a carrier or aggregate of non-living body psionic energy.

That is one of the most primitive invisible beliefs.

For example, the totems of the Indians in this store, the totems of the Inca Empire in South America and so on.

This is the carrier of countless people's beliefs. Although they do not have their own lives, thousands of people place their thoughts on them, and finally make them produce spiritual power. Even powerful psychic powers!

There are many examples of this kind among extraordinary people, that is, some extraordinary items are often ancient objects with special significance passed down from generation to generation, and then suddenly become extraordinary items one day.

And things like totems and statues are naturally more powerful than this extraordinary item.

But such things are difficult to use, because only those who believed in them in those times can use them.

Just like Fusang gangsters, the associations on the Xiangjiang River, those folk heroes hundreds of years ago, the tattoos on their bodies have special meanings and rules.

A good tattoo will add three points of luck, but a bad tattoo will bring many hardships.

Because tattoos change your own chi/psychic potential!

That is to say, that unlucky guy named Custer had to tattoo Fusang Yakuza's Prajna Ghost Face. That stuff had to have a certain status in the extreme dao to get tattooed, and the person had to be vicious enough, otherwise he would be killed by others. Backlash.

His most unlucky and serious backlash is that the active attachment of psychic energy has activated the Prajna ghost face. Although he has no self-awareness, he has instinctively absorbed his psychic potential.

If this is done a few more times, the person will be gone.

...

After two weeks of class in peace, Zhao Hao's mechanical design actually increased by 1 point. It has reached the professional level of 4 points!

This is enough to go to a big company to apply for a related job, at least the level is not too bad.

Zhao Hao found that when he came across some mechanically designed things, a lot of inspiration would automatically appear in his mind, which was called a fountain of writing. That is, when I wrote Liu Xuande, I had a similar experience.

Zhao Hao: "I didn't expect that I would be a genius in mechanical design! The original body is absolutely perfect in this respect!"

After lunch, Zhao Hao went to the literature club.

Although this club is useless, it is still very happy.

When I got there, I found that there was a young Asian man with long legs talking freely, spit flying.

Zhao Hao listened to it for a long time, and found it strange, what are they all "Our Great Song's calligraphy is blah blah blah~" "Our Great Song's history is blah blah blah~" "Our Great Song's..."

It's fine if it's a Song person with a particularly strong sense of national pride, but how can this guy speak unreliably.

Why is the lucky number of people in Song Dynasty 8? People in Song Dynasty can make everything into delicious food, and people in Song Dynasty know kung fu? ? ?

Zhao Hao thought at first that he was joking with these people, but he turned out to be very serious.

And most importantly, how dare you say that Da Vinci, Newton, Edison...may have Song Dynasty blood? !

I can go to you!

Why is this smell so strong?

Zhao Hao looked at the adoring eyes of many idiots in the literature club, and looked at Song Chengxun, a descendant of the Song Dynasty aristocrat, and felt that it was impossible.

He rolled his eyes and thought of a way.

Just at the climax of what Song Chengxun said was so eloquent, and some literary girls began to invite him to watch movies and have dinner during the holidays, Zhao Hao suddenly shouted: "Xiba! You bastard, do you want to die? You don't even have an ancestor!" Do you recognize it? Are you still a descendant of the Big Stick nation? (English)"

Then Song Chengxun was enjoying the beauty there, and he didn't know how proud he was. He was suddenly taken aback by the scolding from his hometown, and instinctively turned around and bowed, rubbing his hands and shouting: "Jie Song Hami! It's just a moment of confusion, admiring the heavenly court." Shangguo couldn't help pretending. I... eh? (stick words)"

Song Chengxun, who was sweating all over his head, suddenly realized something was wrong?

Are you overly nervous? Why was he so frightened that he told the truth?

The literature girls who were listening to him felt something was wrong, isn't this Song dialect you're talking about?

That Song Chengxun exposed his true identity as Nanbang, how could he stay there? He quickly found an excuse and ran away.

Zhao Hao was proud of himself: It really is a stick, I can smell the smell of misrecognizing my ancestors ten miles away!

Originally, Zhao Hao was in a good mood, after all, he had exposed a stick who was trying to pretend that he was a Song descendant. As a result, in the afternoon, the good mood was ruined all of a sudden.

It was an incident that was spread among the school's Song circles, which made Zhao Hao's brain ache.

It turned out that there was a female foreign student from Dasong who found a Caucasian boyfriend at school, which was nothing.

It's nothing to kneel and lick and give up money, after all, it's her own business.

Unexpectedly, in order to cater to the white-skinned racist coterie, this woman would openly slander Da Song as a Song person!

He also said that Ami is the lighthouse of the world, a paradise of freedom and civilization, and she wants to stay here forever or something.

I didn't expect to come here to kneel and lick the ghost!

There are scum all the time!

I only hope that the royal family of the Song Dynasty can discover this situation and bring it into legal order in time to reassure the patriotic hearts of the people...

That Ke Xinxu tidied up the messy clothes, and walked back to the dormitory somewhat staggeringly.

At the party just now, many people toasted and toasted her, so that she drank a bit too much.

As for how the clothes were messed up, I didn't pay much attention, maybe the group of friends were too enthusiastic.

Although asking her boyfriend to send her back to the dormitory was rejected, Ke Xinxu still felt that she had integrated into that kind of civilized and free circle, as if she had become more noble.

Back to the dormitory with difficulty, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Ke Xinxu slammed the door shut with a "bang", regardless of whether it would affect her roommate or not.

Anyway, that roommate of hers seemed to be a boring gourd at first glance, and he read some weird books every day, and the room was dark and messy. It's very annoying.

Originally, Ke Xinxu thought that she was going to live with a noble white girl, but she didn't expect it to be such a person.

That being the case, there is no need to worry about her, it would be even better if she could be driven away.

But the strange thing is that the roommate's room was silent, and the lights were not even turned on.

Ke Xinxu didn't notice this, she just kicked off her shoes and fell on the bed...

Back in the afternoon a few hours ago, a white man in a tuxedo, a top hat, and a civilized stick appeared in the library on a hot day.

He wandered among the bookshelves, miraculously avoiding everyone's sight, and walking freely in blind spots of sight.

Finally he put a black book on the shelf. There are violent spiritual fluctuations in this book.

"Come on, my black queen... Let's see which girl has this kind of luck to become my black queen. After paying such a high price, I will finally succeed. I really can't wait." After finishing speaking, The man waved his civilized stick, and the whole person disappeared.

There are people coming and going in the library, and sometimes there will be a girl who suddenly hesitates, as if she heard something, but she will shake her head and leave soon.

Until a nervous white girl with a nose ring and dark eye circles came to the library with a book "Introduction to Witches".

As she was walking, she suddenly seemed to hear something.

She couldn't help being fascinated by what she heard, and following the guidance of the voice, she limped to the front of the black book.

She picked up the book, which was a hard cover made of some kind of black leather, with a white circle on the cover, and inside was a chess piece, the Black Queen.

She couldn't help but read the title of the book "Bloody Queen Mary".

This girl has been obsessed with the legendary witchcraft since she was a child. She has followed the steps in some books to "cast spells" many times, but she has never succeeded.

I suddenly saw such a mysterious book that I had never heard of before, and I became interested all of a sudden.

"I want to borrow this book." She handed the book to the librarian. The administrator took a look and registered.

What the girl didn't notice was that the title of the book written by the librarian on the notebook was "Folk Tales of Europa".

The girl took the book away smoothly, and she is exactly the roommate she can wish for.