Psychic Tattoo Chapter 57 Wu Song Beheaded Ghost

Liu the Sixth said that within half an hour, he would deliver the goods to me.

I waited for him in the tattoo shop. I did not idle, I was cleaning the spray.

These days, there are not many people who do spray tattoos.

Although tattoos made out of spray are really lifelike and they are very close to real tattoos, the price is high and they are only temporary, so the demand is smaller.

This spray hadn't been used for a long time. Now, if I wanted to take it out to use, I had to spend half a day cleaning it.

About forty minutes later, Liu the Sixth's assistant came over, handed me a bamboo jar, and said to me, "Mr. Six said he is not in a hurry to get the money for these goods. When you finish this thing and get the money, then you can pay the bill."

I was moved by him. This guy was righteous.

Why did I always feel like Liu the Sixth was trying to steal my Yin and Yang Tattoo skills? Was I imagining things?

I did not think too much of it. At least in this business, he was good to me.

After I got the bamboo jar, I started to prepare the ink.

The 'Buddhist monk's knife' was a blue tattoo, so it did not need a complex color scheme.

I poured the ink onto a palette, slowly pouring the powerful soul of Xu Yi out of the bamboo jar.

"Ouch!"

The voice of Xu Yi came from the palette.

The voice did not frighten me, but it frightened Ruan Qinse outside.

She asked me with a little alarm, "Mr. Yu, what was that voice over there?"

"I was just listening to rock music and got a little carried away." I was not going to tell her that there was a ghost in her tattoo.

Afterwards, I took the ink and the tattoo needle, adjusted the appropriate quantity of ink, and walked out of the back room.

I let her sit in the chair, and began to tattoo the Buddhist monk's knife on her forehead.

What was the Buddhist monk's knife?

A Buddhist knife.

Buddhism did not kill people. The Buddhist monk's knife was not used to kill, but was mainly used for the three shears: shearing the robe, cutting the nails, and shaving the hair.

However, the 'Buddhist monk's knife' was sometimes a murder weapon.

In the classic novel Water Margin, the two most famous people used the Buddhist monk's knife to kill. One was the figured monk, Lu Zhishen. Of course, he was not the most famous, as he mainly used a quarterstaff.

The most famous was Wu Song. He killed a tiger with just his fists on Jing Yang hill.

Wu Song's utility knives were two Buddhist monk knives made of wrought iron.

This ghost tattoo was actually related to Wu Song.

On the two Buddhist monk knives I tattooed, the hilts were just as same as Wu Song's, a long one and a short one. The long hilt was topped with a carved Buddha head, while short had an S-shaped bend.

These two Buddhist monk knives tattooed on the forehead were certain to be able to kill the female ghost.

When I finished tattooing the Buddhist monk's knife, I sent Feng Chunsheng outside to buy a picture of Wu Song. Then I hung the picture on the wall of the back room, and had Ruan Qinse take incense and kowtow to the picture of Wu Song.

After she kowtowed nine times, I saw some black smoke on her forehead, the smoke went around the picture, and back to her forehead.

"Well, let's go." I had her take us to the twenty-fifty villa.

On the way, I also had her pay us the two hundred and twenty thousand.

One hundred thousand of which, I transferred to Liu the Sixth. The remaining One hundred and twenty thousand, once we finished this matter, I would split with Feng Chunsheng.

When we arrived at the twenty-fifth block, it was still 8:30 o'clock.

The three of us, sitting in her Benz, just went into the villa. The guard recognized me, knocked on the car window, and shouted:" Alas, Brother Shui, Chun. Can you come to the guardroom? I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter?" Feng Chunsheng and I got out of the car, and told Ruan Qinse to wait.

We went to the guardroom. The doorman whispered: "That year, when the workers dug up the woman's corpse, it's not that they ravaged the woman forwardly."

"What?" I asked the doorman.

The doorman said, "It was that the woman's corpse suddenly moved, spread her legs, hooked those workers with her beauty… Then the corpse used her hands rip out the hearts of the workers and eat them. Then continued to lie on the ground, sleeping."

"What? Why did you tell us something different yesterday?" I asked the doorman.

The doorman said, "There is an old man who often plays chess with me. He used to live in the Dragon Villa area. Today I inadvertently talked about the woman's thing, and he told me the truth. Their home was facing the woman's burial site. That night, he was sitting by the window, and accidentally saw it.

I nodded.

"I see. It seems that the woman became a demon. She is vicious."

She was pitiable before death, but after her death, she did not deserve mercy. She was very vicious.

I said goodbye to the doorman and said, "We're going to kill the female ghost."

The three of us came into the twenty-fifth villa.

It was only nine o'clock, and the female ghost didn't appear.

The three of us sat in the tea room. Ruan Qinse was very nervous, and kept asking me if I could settle the female ghost.

I told her again and again, that there was absolutely no problem.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

The clock on the wall kept going. The villa outside the window was very quiet.

When it was midnight, a cat's voice suddenly sounded outside the villa.

Meow!

I thought it was the black cat that I didn't back take last night.

The female ghost appeared.

Sure enough.

After the cat called, the lights in the room quickly began flashing, and then I saw her face change with the flickering of the lights.

"Han Zaishi, come out! How many people have you killed in over thirty years?" I shouted at her in the room.

"Heehee."

Her enchanting, graceful shadow appeared again on the wall.

She was laughing and said, "Yo, you really are masters, to find out my secrets so quickly. But I have a grievance. I've never harmed anybody all these years."

"Every year there was a ghost embryo, and then the owners of the twenty-fifth villa died. You didn't do this?"

Her shadow swung lightly. She said: "Haha, two masters, you can't frame me. The male hosts had sex with me. Then I was pregnant, borrowed the hostess's belly, and gave birth to a baby."

As for the past hosts and hostesses, I didn't kill them. It was the baby that was born. It would eat the hostess and then leave the villa. As for the men, they would be exhausted from sexual intercourse.

Feng Chunsheng smacked the table, "Nonsense, were those ghost babies not born from you? As for the hosts, they were exhausted? You are a ghost, they are human. You wanted to swallow their Yang energy. Without enough Yang, they died."

I also said, "The workers who dug your body out, were their deaths not because of you?"

We punctured her lie. She also didn't dispute it, and said, "Two masters, if you say so. I am not happy. Whatever means you have, use them. if you can destroy me, then destroy me."

It seemed that she understood that the two of us had almost nothing.

We couldn't do anything, but there was something that could.

I directly opened the lighter and quickly lit a stick of incense. The smoke of the incense poured into her nostrils.

The ghost tattoo of the Buddhist monk's knife on her forehead started glowing.

Then the ghost tattoo turned up a black gas.

The black gas directly snapped her shadow against the Wall.

I saw another black shadow on the wall.

The black shadow was a man with two Buddhist monk knives on his waist.

The shadow pulled out a knife and said, "Slut, you see your elder, Wu Song, and still do not kneel?"

Feng Chunsheng shot a look at me, he did not know how I had summoned Wu Song.

I said, "This is a ghost tattoo. Using a powerful soul to ask Wu Song to possess it, the powerful soul became Wu Song. Wu Song killed Pan Jinlian, and he harbors a strong hatred of promiscuous women. If we wanted to kill Han Zaishi, we had to invite him."

He nodded and said that in the northeast there was a kind of Yin skill called 'inviting gods'. It was like this ghost tattoo.

'Inviting gods' could summon many wild spirits. True gods, in fact, were also wandering ghosts.

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However, there were a few differences. 'Inviting gods' required a shaman to be effective, but my ghost tattoo was easier and faster to implement.

They each had their own advantages.

On the wall, Wu Song's shadow had begun to raise the knife.

Han Zaishi was not afraid. She took off her ancient robes and said, "Elder Wu Song, I am not your sister-in-law, Pan Jinlian. I have this soft body, still waiting for you. Why don't you have a try?"

Her words could hook people's souls. Feng Chunsheng and I were distracted.

But could Wu song be seduced by her?

"Do not do this; I am a sober hero. Can I be seduced by you? Slut, die." Wu Song brought up the knife and cut her. The knife was sharp and fast like the wind.

Chapter end