Mysterious Resurrection: Treacherous Pocket Watch

Chapter 95 Little Wish

seen me...

Could it be the memory of the first tattoo artist?
Lin Fan silently touched the back of his hand.

If it is true as the boy said, he has never left the tattoo parlor in his life, then this familiar feeling can only come from the memory of the first tattoo artist.

But it's also weird.

Because Lin Fan had never met the first tattoo artist.

The doubts in his eyes grew stronger, the boy unconsciously bit his finger, and the infusion tube inserted into his body began to surge crazily, and balls of liquid were poured into his body, making his pale skin even fairer.

"Where, have you seen..."

The boy muttered to himself.

The hospital gown on his body began to tighten inexplicably, but there were pieces of bones that did not resemble humans, and the blood vessels under the skin spread wantonly like long worms wandering around, showing a frightening black and blue color, all over the whole body.

Is this... a spiritual recovery? !
Looking at this sudden scene, Lin Fan didn't understand why he suddenly regained consciousness, but when he noticed the writing brush in his pocket that stopped twitching, he understood instantly.

"It turns out that the tattoo master has always been in a state of supernatural recovery. It's just the power of the foxtail pen to modify the script to force him to return to the light. The current recovery is due to the exhaustion of this power!"

"Careless, I should have thought of it earlier!"

Lin Fan's heart was full of annoyance.

After all, he relaxed his vigilance. Seeing that the boy was in such a good state of mind, he didn't realize the possible risks.

This was a fatal negligence. A tattoo artist who has completely turned into a ghost is definitely not something that a damaged ghost can deal with. He must do something to prevent the other party's spirit from further recovering.

And this moment.

Different from the friendly and easygoing conversation just now, the thin boy was tightly wrapped in a hospital gown, like a fish short of water, he opened his mouth but couldn't breathe, and his dark pupils were numb to pain.

He stared blankly at the roof of his life, blood streaked up his cheeks, like vivid tattoos, he kept waving his claws to disturb his peaceful mind, never waiting for the last straw.

all of a sudden.

The cramped room began to tremble.

With the change of the boy, this place also seemed to be invaded by terrible things. A blurry figure like flesh and blood was peeled off from the wall, and the bones hidden inside began to grow wantonly, out of control.

"I really want to go out..."

The boy smacked his mouth, as if talking in his sleep.

Lin Fan, who was not far away, was always paying attention to the situation here, and heard the whisper of prayer.

He stepped closer to the iron bed, grabbed the boy's needle-pocketed hand, and said anxiously, "I'll take you out!"

Hearing someone respond, the boy turned his head with difficulty, the blankness in his eyes lost a bit, like a drowning person grabbing a branch: "Really?"

"Really, I will definitely take you out!" Seeing that the other party's condition improved slightly, Lin Fan grasped the boy's ice-like palm, his eyes extremely serious, "There are a lot of fun and new things outside, as well as the blue sky and Baiyun, as long as you are willing to go out, then all of this is yours."

"Fuck off, I thought Laozi hadn't seen it before, I'm almost tired of seeing the sky in the old man's memory..."

The boy squeezed out a look of disdain.

But what he didn't know was that when Lin Fan described the scene outside, the light in his eyes couldn't be concealed. It was a desire for beautiful things, and he was already tired of life in the tattoo parlor.

The boy is a child adopted by the first tattoo artist. His world is only as big as the tattoo parlor. All the common sense about the outside world comes from the memory of the old man. Inheriting the memory also means inheriting the responsibility of guarding this supernatural building. .

"just forget it."

The boy's eyes darkened, and the machine connected to the infusion tube behind him hummed, and the "memory" inside was almost gone: "The old man is not worried about this place."

"Actually, you are worried about this place."

Lin Fan exposed this lie without hesitation.

He looked into the boy's astonished eyes, and said decisively: "Although the memory of the first tattoo artist has affected you, you also have your own thinking. If you want to leave, there must be more than one chance to do so, but you don't. "

It is undeniable.

The first tattoo master is a ghost master. He has very little human emotion left, and the purpose of adopting the boy is also very pure. He doesn't want to see the tattoo parlor handed over to strangers.

But even such a ruthless person still has the last bottom line in his heart.

He did not erase the boy's ability to think and act as an individual, but chose to pass on the memory, and the boy can make choices according to his own ideas.

It is his responsibility to guard this supernatural building, not the boy's responsibility. Responsibility cannot be passed on.

"Recall, did the tattoo artist tell you anything in the end, do you really want to stay?"

Lin Fan comforted the boy with his words, and there was a hint of ghostly power in his voice.

"The old man said, let me choose." The bloodshot eyes on the boy's face were fading, and his eyes were flushed. "It doesn't matter whether you stay or not. It's your own choice. Everyone should be responsible for the choice they make. .”

"So, you can leave with me."

The protruding bones around him were retracting, and Lin Fan felt that the palms he held gradually warmed to a living person. He knew that the boy was beginning to suppress the revived spirit, and things were moving in a good direction.

"I'm leaving, what about the tattoo parlor?" The boy hesitated, this was the thing he was most worried about.

"I'll help you deal with the tattoo parlor."

"You help me?" The boy looked at the young man in front of him suspiciously, and from that young face, he could see seriousness and determination without thinking.

"Currently the biggest problem in the tattoo parlor is the black cat's corpse. As long as it is solved, the rest of the revived ghost will be a trivial matter. After the matter is over, you don't have to stay here all the time, just come back once in a while."

Lin Fan revealed his plan.

All problems have a source, and solving the source is often the fastest way to deal with the problem.

The development sequence of the tattoo parlor is probably as follows:

The death of the first tattoo artist caused the tattoo parlor to be unable to suppress the ghosts in the parlor and revived the body of the black cat. However, the boy who took over here obviously couldn't do what his predecessor did. He could only let the monster wreak havoc, and his state Also getting worse.

"I understand what you said, but the problem is how we imprison that monster." The boy agreed with Lin Fan's words.

He thought of this method, tried it, and tried it more than once, but in the end they all ended in failure.

The black cat is not only an extremely terrifying spiritual incarnation, but also involves something deeper. According to the speculation of the first tattoo artist, it should come from a place called "The Ancestral Hall of Good and Evil" in the interlayer world of the underworld.

As for the exact location of the "Ancestral Hall of Good and Evil", the boy didn't know, he only knew the name from his memory.

"What if I can fix it?"

Facing the boy's suspicious eyes, Lin Fan said confidently, "If I take care of that black cat, you can obediently follow me out."

"Okay, I don't want to stay in this damn place for a moment." The boy shrugged. Now that the out-of-control of the tattoo parlor has been eased, he naturally doesn't need to stay here all the time. He can just go out and have a look.

He looked at Lin Fan curiously, relying on his control in the tattoo parlor, he could clearly perceive that Lin Fan's supernatural power was very strong, but this alone was not enough to boast, so he couldn't help asking:

"What are you going to do?"

(End of this chapter)