Hong Wu said that of course he had ghosts, and they were fresh—just last week, a woman was murdered by her husband, pushed off the 20th floor, dying a horrible death.

The ghost he had was that very woman. Using her ghost for the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon tattoo was the perfect fit.

I felt a bit horrified at first. Wasn’t this kind of ghost a problem?

Hong Wu laughed, explaining that I didn’t understand. Yin tattoos require ghosts like these—more tragic, more vengeful, the stronger the malice, the more potent the effect.

I frowned, realizing that what he was saying made sense. Yin tattoos were inherently evil, and using a ghost like this for ink would make the effect even more overwhelming.

I couldn’t help but wonder—how did Hong Wu know so much about this? Was it because he had worked with my grandfather for so many years? Or was there something else to his past… perhaps he had also been involved in ghost tattoos?

“What's it going to be? Want it or not? I can bring it over right now.”

Hong Wu’s voice broke my thoughts.

“Yeah, I’ll take it. How much?” I asked.

He told me that since we were familiar, he’d give me a discount—just one hundred thousand yuan.

A hundred thousand? That’s more than the total cost of everything I bought yesterday! He said he was giving me a discount, but this felt like a scam.

Hong Wu reassured me that it was worth the price. Yin tattoos could cost ten times that amount.

After hesitating for a moment, I gritted my teeth and decided to go ahead with it. Yin tattoos start at one hundred thousand, so this one wasn’t too bad.

True to his word, Hong Wu showed up quickly—about ten minutes later, he rolled in a large truck, supposedly used for transporting corpses.

He handed me a large bamboo tube, from which I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear a faint sound coming from it.

“Let me out, let me out, I want to kill, kill…” The voice was low, but sharp and eerie. It made my hair stand on end. If not for the bamboo tube, I would’ve thought a murderer was locked inside.

“Pretty angry, right? Is it worth it?” Hong Wu grinned at me, pleased with himself.

“Yeah, I can imagine how much she hated her husband. She was pushed to her death, after all.” Hong Wu added, almost gloating.

He was practically glowing with excitement, but I couldn’t shake the unease crawling up my spine. This was too creepy. How was I supposed to use this? What if the ghost broke free and came after me? Thankfully, it was still daytime.

Seemingly reading my thoughts, Hong Wu told me not to worry. He showed me how to use it, and to my surprise, he opened the bamboo tube casually. Then, he poured the contents into regular tattoo ink.

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I watched in awe as black mist swirled out and dissolved into the ink. It felt like magic, and nothing bad happened. The tube was empty, and that was it.

“That’s it?” I asked, still skeptical.

“Yep, it’s that simple.” Hong Wu nodded. “These ghosts have been refined. They’re not truly spirits anymore. Just use this ink to make your Nine-Tailed Fox tattoo.”

Now that I understood, I felt a little more at ease. Still, I couldn’t believe how simple it seemed.

I paid Hong Wu one hundred thousand yuan, and just before he left, he tried to upsell me again—he had "high-end" corpses on hand. He mentioned a celebrity who had died in a car accident recently. He asked if I wanted to buy it.

I told him to get lost. I wasn’t interested in that disgusting business. That old man would sell anything for money.

Once Hong Wu left, I called Wang Xin. There were strange noises on the other end, and she was breathing heavily. I knew what she was doing. I quickly told her the ghost tattoo was ready and hung up to avoid interfering with her business.

That evening, Wang Xin came over. When she heard I was willing to do the ghost tattoo for her, she nearly laughed her face off with excitement.

But I made it clear: this was a Yin tattoo, different from the Yang tattoos I had done before. It was far more expensive and far more sinister. The effects were powerful, far more potent than the Yang ones, but also much more dangerous. However, this tattoo fit her request perfectly.

Wang Xin didn’t care about the risks. As long as it worked, she was more than willing to pay. When I told her it would cost one hundred thousand, she didn’t even blink. She transferred the money in full, even before the tattoo was done. It was clear how eager she was for the effects.

I didn’t waste any time. If Wang Xin was in such a hurry, I might as well get to work. I grabbed my tattoo needles and the Yin ink and began to draw the Nine-Tailed Fox Demon on her arm.

But just as I started, I heard a strange laugh, low and eerie, sending chills down my spine.

I asked Wang Xin if she heard it. She shook her head, impatient, urging me to get on with the tattoo.

I thought it was just my imagination and didn’t give it much thought. I focused on the task at hand.

Six hours later, the tattoo was finished. It looked good, despite the oddities. Aside from the different ink, the tattoo itself wasn’t too different from a regular Nine-Tailed Fox design. Nine tails were vivid and lifelike, but the face was strange—a mix of a human face and a fox face, with a sly smile, and eyes glowing crimson. Compared to a typical Yang tattoo, the Yin tattoo had a much darker aura.

Wang Xin was satisfied, although she still had her doubts. She hoped it would work as she imagined. After all, she paid a lot for it. One hundred thousand wasn’t pocket change.

She promised that if the tattoo worked as expected, she’d be more than willing to repay me in kind. But she said she was too busy to follow through right now, so she’d come to see me later.

When Wang Xin left, I noticed something that made my heart race: behind her, nine furry tails were floating in the air. On her arm, I saw the face of the Nine-Tailed Fox, grinning at me.

I staggered back in shock, but when I blinked, everything was gone, as if it had never been there at all. It was like an illusion.

But something didn’t sit right with me. I had a nagging feeling that something was terribly wrong.

About a week later, Wang Xin called me again. Her voice was filled with excitement—she said the ghost tattoo had worked beyond her wildest dreams. Men were practically falling over themselves to adore her. Directors, businessmen, and wealthy men all treated her like a goddess, offering up their wealth and devotion.

She wasn’t interested in love or respect, though. She used them for their money and power, and when they were drained, she tossed them aside and moved on to new prey.

As for our agreement, she told me she was too busy this month. After she finished with the current batch of men, she promised she would come see me personally. Then, she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her.

The Yin tattoo's effect was truly terrifying, but I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Wang Xin was becoming more greedy and ruthless by the day. If she kept going down this path, I feared she would burn herself out.

I wasn’t wrong. Wang Xin went too far. She never made good on our agreement. She died, and her death was brutal.