When it comes to breaking magical formations and curses, there isn't really a tattoo that directly serves such a purpose. However, there is a tattoo that might have a similar effect, though I can't guarantee its success. It's called the Three-Eyed Child tattoo.

The story behind the Three-Eyed Child is quite extraordinary. It dates back to the Ming Dynasty, when a fisherman’s wife went out to sea. She caught a beautiful fish and, instead of selling it or eating it, she kept it at home as a pet. About a month later, she inexplicably became pregnant. Some people said the fish was a monster, others speculated that the Dragon King had taken a liking to her and that the child was his.

The gossip spread like wildfire, and even the fisherman’s parents were reluctant to suggest that she get rid of the child, just in case it really was the Dragon King's offspring. No one wanted to offend the Dragon King, especially when working at sea.

Ten months later, the fisherman’s wife gave birth to a strange child—one with three eyes. His third eye, however, wasn't like the one belonging to the mythological figure Erlang Shen, but was instead located on the back of his head.

This third eye was said to be incredibly powerful—pure and holy. It could see through all illusions, break all spells, and counter every curse. Eventually, a great monk took him in as a disciple, and he became known as the Three-Eyed Child.

This Three-Eyed Child was mischievous by nature, and my grandfather had told me that the Three-Eyed Child tattoo should be placed on the sole of the foot, as it would help to subdue its restless energy. If placed on the body, while there would be no major disasters, minor misfortunes and inconveniences were unavoidable.

This type of tattoo, in human form, was considered one of the simplest designs, requiring minimal skill, and the price was a thousand yuan. However, I must make it clear that I couldn’t guarantee its effectiveness. I didn’t know if the third eye would actually have any power, though I offered a full refund if the tattoo didn’t work.

Su Yu didn’t hesitate for a second. She said she trusted the recommendation from her master, Zhang Qing, and had full faith in my skills. Without any further words, she immediately transferred the money.

Now, unlike her sister Su Qing, Su Yu was polite and straightforward. She was a refreshing change—no games, no resistance. I liked her already, and I was going to make sure I gave my best effort on this tattoo.

I gathered my materials and began the tattooing process. As Su Yu removed her shoes and rolled up her pants, I couldn’t help but notice her delicate feet. They were small, her legs long, fair, and perfectly straight. She could easily be a leg model if she wanted.

I’m not going to lie—if I could have, I would’ve played around with her for a good three years, no breaks.

They say men shouldn't touch a woman's head, and women shouldn't touch their waist. But when it comes to a woman's feet, they're just as important. When I first touched her ankle, Su Yu instinctively pulled back, her face flushed. But, alas, there was no avoiding it—the tattoo work had to continue.

Over time, she gradually grew more accustomed to it. Still, I must say, holding her foot in my hands was quite an indulgence.

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Tattooing the entire figure on just her foot wouldn’t work, so I had to tattoo it upside down. The Three-Eyed Child’s head was inked on the bottom of her foot, and I worked my way up her leg. Yes, this meant I had to touch her leg as well.

As the saying goes, tattooing is a rewarding job, much like photography—you're constantly close to the subject.

Su Yu's temperament was exceptional. If it had been Su Qing, she would’ve probably slapped me across the face, considering how awkward it is for a strange man to touch a woman's feet. I certainly considered myself lucky.

It was around 1 AM when I finally finished the Three-Eyed Child tattoo. The design was that of a cute little child, despite the odd third eye on the back of his head. It didn’t take away from his innocent and playful appearance. His chubby little face combined with Su Yu's beautiful legs made for a perfect piece. I couldn’t wait to see the results.

Once done, Su Yu praised my work profusely and thanked me many times before leaving. She assured me that she would take care of her sister’s debt.

With Su Yu’s promise in hand, I could relax. Three thousand yuan was a good sum to add to my earnings. Though I was far from my goal of a billion, I would get there, piece by piece. I couldn’t wait for the day I could tell my grandfather, "I did it!"

The next morning, even before I opened the door, Xu Meng came rushing in. She was wearing a deathly pale face, and when I asked what was wrong, she explained that she had investigated the man from the night before. Turns out, he was already dead—he had died in a car accident about a week ago. The police were just as confused, though. How could Xu Meng have slept with a dead man? She was sure it wasn’t a ghost, but something was strange—it wasn’t until halfway through their... session that the man had suddenly died.

Could it be like Su Qing had said? Could it be a case of "corpse borrowing"?

I told Xu Meng not to worry. "Corpse borrowing" wasn’t a random phenomenon—it was something done intentionally. I asked if she had any enemies or if anyone might have wanted to harm her.

After thinking for a while, Xu Meng finally seemed to have an answer. She mentioned her rival in the entertainment industry—Chen Xiaomei.

Chen Xiaomei had been the top star in the club before Xu Meng arrived, but after Xu Meng took over, she had essentially stolen most of Chen’s business. Xu Meng was now certain that Chen Xiaomei had orchestrated her current predicament, even going as far as using someone to kill her. She was furious, calling Chen a dirty trickster.

Now that she was certain, Xu Meng wanted me to give her a ghost tattoo. After all, her life was at stake. Su Qing had said that Xu Meng would die in seven days!

Before, Xu Meng had been skeptical, but now she was fully convinced. She had no problem paying whatever it took to secure her life.

"Don’t worry," I told her. "As long as the money is good, the ghost tattoo will be done."

After a quick breakfast, I got ready to tattoo Xu Meng. I planned on doing the "Wang Xin Ghost Beggar" tattoo, which should be able to drive the ghost away from her.

Just then, my phone rang. It was Wang Xin. On the line, she was effusively thanking me. Apparently, the ghost tattoo had worked.

She had gone to bed the previous night, and the ghost appeared again. But this time, out of nowhere, a dark figure appeared at the head of her bed, holding a staff. The ghost was so frightened by the figure that it ran away, and when Wang Xin looked back, the figure had vanished as well.

"I told you," I said. "It’s the Ghost Beggar Night Demon working its magic. Looks like the tattoo really works. Now I can confidently tattoo Xu Meng."

But then Wang Xin added something surprising. "This tattoo is so powerful, one is not enough! I’m coming to see you this afternoon for another."

I was a little puzzled. Why would she need another? The ghost had already been dealt with. But as long as she paid, I wasn’t going to ask questions.

After hanging up, I was about to prepare for Xu Meng’s tattoo, but then I realized something: I was running out of ink. I had brought just enough for the three tattoos I did yesterday.

I suddenly remembered my grandfather’s advice. If I needed more ink, I should go to a man who ran a crematorium—someone named Hong Wu.