This is an open secret in the Ye family, and everyone knows it.
Since five years ago, all the famous tattoo masters in Kyoto have been invited to the Ye family.
There were hundreds of them one after another.
The tattoos on the prince of the Ye family have also been quietly changing.
One moment, a tiger is stabbed down the mountain, the other is a begonia flower blooming, and the next is just carving a few words.
He is messy and unruly, and it is difficult for outsiders to understand his special hobby.
Five o'clock in the morning, secret room in the small courtyard.
Ye Qianshan sat shirtless in the mist-filled bathtub, his face flushed and his hair wet.
The tall tattooed woman would throw medicinal materials into it from time to time, big ones, small ones, soft ones, hard ones, all kinds of strange things.
Ye Qianshan's eyes were tightly closed, and occasionally a look of pain appeared.
The tattooed woman reminded in a low voice: "It takes two hours to absorb all the effects of the medicine."
Ye Qianshan's breathing was ragged and he said: "It's okay. I'm used to this little torture. Compared with the life that has been worse than death these years, I can bear any amount of pain."
The tattooed woman sat aside with confidence and took out a small, delicate and sharp carving knife from the wooden box.
Then he took out the black ink, swayed it gently under the light and said: "Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, it took three years, and finally it is almost complete and imprinted on your body."
"You have to think clearly. Once the Hundred Ghosts take shape, there is no way to retreat."
"You will die within ten years, and there will be no cure for you. After death, your three souls and seven souls will be devoured by hundreds of ghosts, and you will have no way to reincarnate."
The corners of Ye Qianshan's lips raised and he said: "I have never thought about retreating. As long as I can avenge my mother, I will not regret it even if I die."
"You have asked me this question many times, and in the past three years, my answer has always been the same."
"You can feel my determination, so don't try to persuade me anymore."
The tattooed woman sighed: "I really don't know if I am helping you or hurting you by doing this."
"The Night Movement of Hundred Ghosts is one of the three major evil arts in China. It was passed down from the Netherworld Sect thousands of years ago."
"Because it harmed others and ourselves, and hurt too many innocent lives, the Netherworld Sect was eradicated by the Six Meridians of China."
"Fifty years ago, my master met a tomb robber and bought an ancient statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva from him."
"Little did they know that the hollow bottom of this Bodhisattva statue actually contains the forbidden technique of the Netherworld Sect, where hundreds of ghosts walk at night."
"The master is dedicated to the Buddha and is kind-hearted. He doesn't want this witchcraft to fall into the wrong hands and cause a bloody storm, so he throws it into a brazier and burns it on the spot in order to destroy it."
"But something unexpected happened. The parchment with the pattern of a hundred ghosts walking at night was invulnerable to fire and water. No matter how hard the master tried, he failed in the end."
"With nothing to do, the master stuffed the parchment back into the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, sealed the bottom, and placed it in the incense hall at home for worship day and night."
"Ten years ago, the master died. He left his last words and asked me to take down all the Buddha statues in the incense hall and bury them in the cellar in the back garden."
"I cleaned the incense hall according to the master's instructions, but accidentally smashed the statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva, causing the ghosts' night-walking technique that had been dormant for forty years to reappear in the world."
The tattooed woman said with a bitter look on her face: "I was really just curious at the time, so I opened the parchment at random and read it from beginning to end."
"Just once, the Hundred Demons Night Walking Technique has been deeply engraved in my mind, and I will never forget it again."
Ye Qianshan praised: "You have a photographic memory and in terms of talent, you are not inferior to Xixi at all."
The tattooed woman said angrily: "I can't compare with the eldest lady. I just have a good memory. In terms of understanding, she beats me ten times or a hundred times."
Ye Qianshan hung the bath towel around his neck and said with a warm smile: "There is no need to be humble in front of me. Xixi is twenty-five years old this year, and you are twenty-six."
