Mahina lifted up Zhao Chuanxin’s clothes and said in English that was fluent than Jixi: “Sir, please take off your clothes.”

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the turtle shell needle with dizziness and the wooden stick he was about to hit. His scalp felt numb and he quickly shook his head: "No!"

Mahina was anxious: "Sir, before the high priest finishes reciting, we need to give you the first pattern, otherwise the spiritual connection will be lost."

Zhao Chuanxin realized it.

What is "Kahuna Ta Tatau"? He is a tattoo artist!

Don't look at what he does and what he does and what he says.

In fact, his parents have traditional ideas from the older generation.

In the past, if he dared to get a tattoo, it would affect his height because his father would break his legs.

In this world, parents may never appear at all, but Zhao Chuanxin's long-standing concept makes Zhao Chuanxin very resistant to this.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's reluctance, Jixi persuaded him: "Sir, this will strengthen your spiritual connection with the gods and our tribe. From now on, when the Kanaka people see these patterns, they will treat you as one of their own."

. Moreover, the pattern that the high priest asked Mahina to give you has the most supreme Ku'upakoko secret talisman. Even the oldest high priest in Hawaii is not qualified to possess it. Only people like you have the surging and unparalleled talisman.

Only the incarnation of the god Na possesses this qualification."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Damn it, just put him on the altar?

He was struggling in his mind.

Should I leave a piece of pure land on my body, or bury a thorn in the territory where the evil-doer is hanging overseas?

Finally, he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, you can get it tattooed, but not on your face, otherwise I will get anxious."

Mahina finally successfully took off his clothes.

When you raise the wooden stick and it’s time to put the needle,

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Wait a minute, this needle needs to be sterilized. Come on, I'll give you some alcohol and you can soak it in it for a while."

Mahina felt anxious as she listened to the high priest chanting carols, but she could only patiently put the turtle needle into the alcohol.

After soaking, take it out and stab Zhao Chuanxin on his back while holding it up.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "Hey, wait a minute."

Mahina: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Also, tell me what the ingredients of this pigment are, what if I get poisoned..."

"..." Mahina went crazy: "Sir, the ink used is called 'Mocha', which is made from toner burned from macadamia nut shells, ground salt, coconut oil, and pigments extracted from more than ten trees such as agave trees.

Mixed, non-toxic."

Zhao Chuanxin really couldn't find any excuse to excuse himself, and while his expression was changing, Mahina didn't give him a chance to delay, and knocked down the wooden stick.

"Oh, I am..."

Zhao Chuanxin let out a cry of pain.

Everyone present was stunned.

Is the incarnation of the God of War afraid of pain?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about the God of War at this time. He grinned in pain, yelled, and even interrupted the high priest's singing.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly thought of something: "Don't you even make a draft? If the tattoo is crooked, wouldn't it be useless?"

He doesn't want to get a tattoo, but he already has one and there's nothing he can do about it.

But he didn't accept the crooked pattern.

Because Mahina needed to concentrate, Kixi explained: "Sir, this is a sacred ceremony, and drafting is disrespectful to the gods. Mahina is the most talented person in our clan in the past hundred years, and she will never do it."

Mistakes will occur.”

While she was talking, Mahina injected needles one after another, quickly and intensively, causing Zhao Chuanxin to cry like a ghost.

"No, no more tattoos, no more tattoos, hurry up and wash them off with water..."

Mahina ignored it and continued to inject the needle. Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to struggle too hard, as it would be even more unsightly if the needle was crooked.

Kirsch said: "Sir, if the ink penetrates into the skin, it cannot be washed off. Don't worry, it won't delay your boarding."

Miao Cuihua next to her was horrified and asked Li Shutong: "What are they doing? Shouting like this, isn't it harmful to people..."

Li Shutong, a blogger in Guangji, explained: "This is called tattooing. In Water Margin, the nine-patterned dragon Shi Jin tattooed his body in this way. However, other people's tattoos should not be as exaggerated as passing on salary."

Miao Cuihua couldn't understand why she wanted to draw on her body.

Li Shutong could understand English. He was thoughtful and said comfortingly: "I think he is reluctant to pass on the salary, but he has other plans. We don't want to interfere and miss his important event."

Sure enough, a regular geometric figure appeared red but not swollen behind the back.

The high priest stopped chanting, and so did Mahina.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up suddenly, took out a small mirror and handed it to Miao Cuihua eagerly, then took out a small mirror and held it in front of him: "Sister Hua, aim at my back, if this bitch makes a mess on me, it looks like shit."

Patterns, I can’t spare them.”

Miao Cuihua looked at his back, which was all red, and touched it with some distress. Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath, but did not scream, for fear of scaring Miao Cuihua.

It really hurts.

Through the reflections of the two mirrors, he saw that there was just a regular geometric figure on the back. It was obviously not even a semi-finished product, but the pattern was regular and not ugly, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

The high priest adjusted his feather cloak, walked over and smiled, and said: "Distant friend, I was indeed right, you are the incarnation of the gods. Look, you are not swollen, just slightly red.

, this is the best proof."

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth, but no words came out.

He is red but not swollen, so why the hell is it because he has a good physique and a strong immunity? Does it have something to do with whether he is incarnated or not?

Immediately he said angrily: "I'm totally willing to get this tattoo. I'm leaving now. What should I do?"

The high priest pointed at Mahina: "Mahina voluntarily follows you, my distant friend, you take her with you, and she will complete Ku'upakoko for you."

Mahina looked at him expectantly.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt like he had been cheated.

Are they trying to find a long-term meal ticket on purpose?

On the other side, the Japanese and white customs officers were a little uneasy.

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Because Zhao Chuanxin and others have been away for too long, if this group of people really wants to stay on the island secretly, they will be considered derelict in their duties.

"It's all your fault. They just gave me such a small amount of money and you let me go."

"That man is very evil. I think he knows magic. Do you dare to provoke him?"

Ghost legends are popular in Japan, and many people believe in them.

"Then what should we do now? Our superiors strictly ordered us not to allow Qing people to enter the country."

"If you don't tell me, and I don't tell you, your superiors won't know."

Just as he was talking, he saw five people, a horse and a dog walking from a distance on Jiji Beach.

It was Zhao Chuanxin and the others, and there was one more person, who seemed to be a local Kanaka person.

The Japanese and white customs staff breathed a sigh of relief.

As they approached, Zhao Chuanxin was shirtless and waved to them: "Hello."

The two of them looked stiff.

Although there is still some pain in his back, Zhao Chuanxin has recovered his mood.

He ignored the two of them and went straight to the pier.

Before boarding the ship, Li Shutong communicated with the crew and bought an extra ticket.

The crew member pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said: "Those who are disheveled are not allowed on board!"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled him away: "Get away, you are like a dog, who the hell dares to stop you?"

The crew members were pushed and staggered, but when they saw Zhao Chuanxin, a tall man with a sinister look on his face, they did not dare to say anything.

Mahina was secretly amazed when she saw it.

The Kanaka people are a typical ethnic group that looks ferocious on the outside but is actually very friendly.

But Zhao Chuanxin is just the opposite.

He was smiling one moment, but he would be angry the next moment.

This kind of moodiness is something Mahina has never seen before.

But Li Shutong and the others were used to it.

Zhao Chuanxin's inside and outside are very clear, and his elbows are always turned inward.
To be continued...