Mysterious Resurrection: I am practicing magic in troubled times

Chapter 16 Tattoo Master

Not long after, a red wooden door suddenly appeared on the wall. Wu Zizhou opened the door and bowed to Zhang Qian, "The tattoo artist is inside. You need to pay him 18 yuan. I wish you successfully achieve your goal."

He didn't care what Zhang Qian and his party were here for, he only cared about the ghost money they got.

"Okay, goodbye." Zhang Qian and Xu Shaowen looked at each other and stepped into the darkness first.

Watching Zhang Qian and the others disappear from the corridor, Wu Zizhou silently turned around and returned to his post. He touched his pockets and muttered to himself, "37 yuan, plus the three yuan divided is 40 yuan. Soon, I will definitely be able to leave this ghost place... "

On the other side, Zhang Qian felt his eyes blurred after stepping into the door, and found that he had entered a somewhat quaint room.

The decoration layout here is somewhat similar to the rooms in the post office, with mainly wooden furniture, somewhat resembling the style of the Republic of China period.

A tall figure stood in front of the wooden bed, his hands flying and he didn't know what he was doing.There was also a young woman lying on the wooden bed. Her skin was pale and she looked more like a corpse than a living person.

"Is this the tattoo artist?" Zhang Qian saw nothing unusual and immediately asked Zhang Han, "You have also received tattoos. Do you have any impressions of this place?"

Zhang Han still shook his head, "I must have fainted at the time. I don't remember who the tattoo artist was."

"Then let's take a look first. Don't act rashly, so as not to trigger the murder pattern." Zhang Qian took two steps in the room and got a better perspective, just in time to see the tattoo artist's movements clearly.

The tattoo artist wears a blue-black faceless mask. There are no holes in the mask, so he doesn't know how to see.

It held a slender iron rod in its hand and was constantly stirring a large bucket. The liquid in the bucket was dark red and viscous, a bit like some kind of blood.

After a while, it seemed that the stirring was enough. The tattoo artist turned sideways stiffly and picked up the portrait on the ground.

The figure in the painting looked like a withered bone, but Zhang Qian shuddered when he saw it, and a glint of light flashed in his empty eyes.

"Are you the same as the water ghost just now? Are you a former ghost controller..." Zhang Qian looked at Feng Quan and asked softly, "According to the waiter, there were supernatural events at least 60 years ago. How could you be the first one?" Where are the group of ghost masters?"

Feng Quan was also confused and explained, "Headquarters told me this, but I don't know the details."

"That's it." Zhang Qian nodded slightly.

Either the headquarters didn't know about it, or the headquarters concealed the supernatural information.

He favors the second possibility, but what's the point?Obviously, all supernatural incidents should be solved with all our efforts. It would definitely be much easier if we had past information.

Moreover, the Ghost Post Office and the Ghost Tattoo Parlor must have existed for a long time, and they even point to the era of the Republic of China.

I don’t know what happened during the Republic of China, and how much the headquarters knows about the Republic of China...

"Kakakaka—" the bones' upper and lower jaws shook, making a dry and unpleasant sound, "Let's begin."

Zhang Qian came back to his senses and continued to observe the tattoo artist's movements.

The tattoo artist took the portrait out of the frame and crumpled the paper into a ball with the scream of bones.

Under the constant squeezing of the tattoo artist, the green and black ink dripped from the drawing paper into the bucket. Only when the ink drained out did the tattoo artist throw the drawing paper aside.

"Google gurgle—"

The liquid in the barrel was dyed black with constant stirring. It was almost as viscous as asphalt, and even had a faint feeling of caking.Zhang Qian found that the liquid sometimes gathered into a skeleton, sometimes into a rotting corpse, and thought to himself, "I'm afraid these are the ghosts controlled by the ghost controller. Feng Quan said before that one person cannot control two ghosts, but he didn't see it. It’s normal not to know the truth about the past.”

"Should we take action in advance?" Feng Quan's eyes flashed, "If it is completed, we may have to face two evil ghosts."

"It's best not to." Xu Shaowen lowered his head and played the game, "You will die if you get close to it, but you will be fine if you stay here."

"Then let's finish it. If I'm really attacked, I have a solution." Zhang Qian is not prepared to go all the way. His strength does not allow him to be unparalleled in this level of supernatural land.

The thick liquid was slowly poured onto the smooth back of the female corpse, squirming strangely like a slime.

After a while, the mucus actually split into three groups and tried to escape in different directions.

The tattoo artist ignored the mess of flesh and the ferocious mouth, grabbed a ball of mucus containing bones and stuffed it into the mouth of the female corpse.

The female corpse's mouth was opened in an exaggerated arc, and the strange thing squeezed out of her throat and forced its way in.

"It's a bit disgusting." Zhang Han swallowed, "Isn't this how I got the ghost ability?"

He felt a little uncomfortable in his throat.

"It's okay, it's not over yet. Maybe you applied it externally and she took it internally." Zhang Qian comforted and continued to observe the strange scene.

The tattoo artist's movements stopped for a moment. Suddenly, the female corpse began to twitch violently on the wooden bed, with a huge bulge rising from her back.

A ferocious skull roared in the bulge, using its bone claws to hold up the skin as if trying to escape from the female corpse.

The tattoo artist held the female body down, and kept scratching her back with the long needle in his hand. The deep wounds quickly formed a skull-like pattern on it.

The ghost seemed to be attracted by this pattern, and gradually calmed down, turning into ink and blending into the wound, converging into a terrifying tattoo.

The female corpse opened her eyes suddenly, and her all-white eyeballs turned twice before finding the correct position.

"Ha--" She opened her mouth and let out a breath, propped herself up and sat up, and immediately saw a few people standing not far away, "Boy, what era is it now?"

Zhang Qian was stunned by the hoarse and dry male voice. He didn't expect that this ghost controller was also a master of cross-dressing.

But he still kindly reminded, "This is the 21st century, and everyone in your family should be dead."

"Haha." The ghost controller didn't say much. She gave everything she had to survive, and her family didn't matter.

She looked at Zhang Qian with cold eyes and speculated in her mind, "After all this time, new ghost masters still appeared. It seems that those guys failed to end the supernatural. But I also want to thank them for leaving me a ghost." In this immature world, as long as I control the three fierce ghosts again, wouldn't it be fun to go out and claim the throne?"

"Haha, the new body is indeed much healthier." The ghost controller came back from his fantasy and smiled to himself.Then she grabbed a piece of meat and tried to stuff it into her mouth. However, the tattoo artist who had not moved suddenly grabbed her hand.

The ghost controller stopped her movements. Although she didn't understand what the tattoo artist wanted to do, she didn't dare to resist now, so she could only patiently ask, "What do you mean?"

The tattoo artist didn't say anything. He spread the palm of his right hand and handed it to the ghost controller. The purpose was self-evident.

(End of this chapter)