Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 12
"Woooooooo..."

Vigo woke up from a coma, looking around, it was pitch black, only a few strands of silver-blue light were transmitted from the zenith.

where is this?
Vigo wanted to struggle to get up, but with a crash, his whole body and the chair behind him fell directly to the ground.

Only then did he realize that his hands and feet were bound to the chair.

No, you have to run away quickly.

Vigo remembered that before he fell into a coma, a special team broke into his villa, slaughtered his bodyguards, and he himself was hit by a tranquilizer bomb.

Viggo clenched his teeth, and his legs and knees hit the ground hard, like a shrimp with arched feet, struggling to crawl on the ground.

He was a little out of breath with the weight of the solid wooden seat of a hundred kilograms behind him.

Vigo didn't dare to stop, even though his knees were burning with pain, he couldn't care less!
Breathe breath...

After crawling for more than ten meters, Vigo suddenly froze, and there was a heavy panting sound from the top of his head.

Vigo raised his head vigorously, and through the dim light, he saw a vertical cabinet in front of him, and the panting sound came from the top of the cabinet.

What's in the cupboard, enemy?Still as unlucky as him.

Vigo didn't know, and didn't want to know.

What he wants now is to get out of this ghost place as soon as possible.

His knees rubbed against the cold ground, leaving two long bloodstains.

The smell of blood seemed to irritate the contents of the cabinet. Vigo heard the panting sound getting heavier and heavier, and he could even hear the sizzling sound of nails scratching the steel plate in his ears.

Vigo struggled to crawl, a green light rose in front of him, and he raised some hope in his heart.

When he finally moved to the green light, the scene in front of him completely frightened him crazy.

In front of him was a big pit, a huge tiankeng, and the tiankeng was densely filled with corpses.

Pieces of skeletal corpses, hollow skulls with green flames in their eye sockets, staring straight at him.

The green light he just saw was the flames in the eye sockets of those bones.

"what!……"

Vigo let out a meaningless roar in horror, venting his inner panic.

clack clack...

The weird rattling sounds continued, and the white bones in the tiankeng twisted like marionettes. Vigo even saw a white bone take off his own skull and clamp it under his armpit.

Tick-tick, yellow urine flowed down Vigo's trouser leg.

The gangster boss was terrified by the terrifying scene in front of him.

"God! Is this hell?"

Viggo limply on the ground, a bald old man in his 50s, crying like a three-year-old child.

"Mr. Vigo, this is not hell!"

The light words came from behind Vigo, and as the words fell, several huge lights lit up on the zenith at the same time.

Vigo couldn't open his eyes flashed by the red-white light for a moment, and he blinked hard for a long time before he got used to the bright light.

In front of him was a huge circular platform paved with bluestone, surrounded by black vertical coffins, the cabinet he came across just now was obviously this kind of oriental coffin.

Thinking of the strange noise from the coffin just now, Vigo couldn't help swallowing.

"Who are you and what do you want to do?"

Vigo looked up at the man in front of him.

In the middle of the bluestone altar, there is a long table of red sandalwood, and on the long table, there is a small stone mill the size of a human head.

Viggo watched helplessly as the Asian man in a white Tang suit put a still beating heart into the stone mill, poured red powder and a bag of pale fangs, and then began to shake the stone mill.

The stone mill was grinding, and the blood-red liquid flowed into the stone inkstone at the bottom.

When Vigo saw this weird scene, his scalp felt numb and his teeth chattered involuntarily.

"Mr. Vigo, I heard that you are running an arms business in New York, and you are doing well?"

After grinding cinnabar, the blood and fangs of a vampire into a inkstone of blood.

Tang Song took out a stack of yellow table paper on the side of the long case, took a white jade brush from the pen stand, dipped it in the blood ink, and held the pen in his hand. Tang Song was not in a hurry to write, and raised his head slightly, looking at Vigo.

"You are for the arms market in New York?!"

Vigo struggled to get up on his knees, staring at the young Asian in front of him.

Vigo was afraid of the devil, but a devil would not be interested in the arms market.

The courage of being a gangster boss returned to him, and Vigo tried hard to maintain his dignity, but the wet feeling in his crotch made him very uncomfortable.

"Let me go, I will withdraw from the arms market in New York, and the business here will be handed over to you!"

"I want the arms market in New York, and your smuggling route and customers are also mine!"

White jade is used as the pole, and the wolf hair of the weasel in 20 years is the front.

When the last stroke of the Tang and Song Dynasties was completed, a green light appeared on the talisman paper.

"Pooh!"

Vigo spat heavily on the ground, and cursed Tang and Song viciously in Russian.

"You kill me if you have the ability, Russians are not afraid of death!"

Vigo poked his neck up and glared at Tang Song with a red face.

"Death," Tang Song chuckled, and pointed around with a brush: "Do you think death is the end here?"

Vigo turned his head to look at the strange surroundings, the erected coffin, and the bones piled up in Shitai Tiankeng. Vigo felt that the courage he had finally summoned was fading away like a tide.

"Okay, I promise you, as long as you let me go, the client list and smuggling routes are all yours!"

"Well, that's right, Mr. Vigo does this, we are friends!"

Tang Song laughed, "Kane, take Mr. Vigo down to wash up, you are too rude to the guests!"

In the shadows, Kane came out, walked to Vigo's side, untied the rope tied to him, half supported, and half escorted to the elevator beside him.

"By the way, arrange two Ukrainian beauties for Mr. Vigo, and I'll treat you!"

The elevator rose slowly, and Tang and Song continued to meditate and draw symbols.

To draw a talisman is to attach one's own energy and energy to the talisman paper, and use the talisman paper as a medium to cast spells.

I don't know how to draw symbols, but it makes ghosts laugh.If you know how to draw a symbol, you will be so shocked that ghosts and gods will scream.

According to the Tang and Song Dynasties, the essence of the symbols is somewhat like the integrated circuit of a computer.

The spirit patterns outlined in blood ink are the circuits on the integrated board, and the spells outlined by the spirit patterns are similar to computer programs.

It's just that what a talisman needs is the essence of the human body, true energy, and mana.

Integrated circuits are powered by electricity.

The gold wire used in the integrated circuit has the best electrical conductivity, and Tang Song found out after many experiments that the blood ink made from the blood of vampires mixed with cinnabar was very good for drawing symbols.

…………

"boss!"

Tang Song came out of the secret room, Ryan, Kane, and Frank were all there.

The three sat around the table, each of them had a few cards in front of them, looking at the cards, they were playing blackjack. When Tang Song walked out of the elevator, Ryan stood up and greeted them.

Kane and Frank nodded to Tang Song as a greeting.

"This is a small Vajra Talisman drawn by me. Each person takes a few pieces and carries them with him. It can resist ordinary small-caliber firearms!"

A stack of doodle-like yellow paper was placed on the table.

Frank picked up a piece of paper and put it in front of his eyes carefully. It was just an ordinary piece of yellow paper with some symbols drawn on it. Can this resist bullets from small-caliber firearms?
"boom!"

Before Frank could raise his doubts, a shot was fired.

A golden light glowed from his body, spreading from the surface of his body, forming the appearance of a golden bell.

A shriveled warhead slid down the face of the Admiralty and landed on the carpet.

Kane nodded, and put away the military pistol in his hand as if nothing had happened.

Frank looked at Kane and was about to get angry when the yellow talisman in his hand suddenly burned, and within two or three breaths, it burned directly into a pile of ashes.

"Okay," Tang Song waved his hand, motioning for the two to sit down: "Kane, how do you know about Vigo's business?"

Kane nodded: "Vigo's uncle used to be a logistics major general in the former Soviet Union and was in charge of weapons management in a war zone. When the Soviet Union disintegrated, his uncle smuggled out a large number of weapons. Currently, these weapons are managed by him and his representative. Brother is selling!"

Tang Song took a glass of red wine handed over by Ryan, and said with a mocking smile:

"From the disintegration of the Soviet Union to the present, it seems that this major general has robbed a lot of things!"

The disintegration of the Soviet Union caused countless weapons to be lost. According to gossip in the underground world, during this period, even nuclear warheads were sold.

"But now these things belong to us!"

"By the way, what's the name of Vigo's cousin?" Tang Song took a sip of the slightly bitter red wine: "Don't let this cousin disturb our business!"

"Yuri Olov, according to Vigo, this man is an international arms dealer! Now he is in the Middle East!"

Yuri Olov, hearing this somewhat familiar name, Tang Song didn't think much, and said casually: "Kane, you and Frank take people to Russia to receive the things in the warehouse. If anyone gets in the way, we will Get rid of them!"

(End of this chapter)