After the Ghost Witch left, it took Su Qing a few minutes to recover. It seemed that, like me, she had never seen such strange dark magic before.

“No way!” Su Qing suddenly said, her voice firm.

“What’s no way?” I looked at her, confused.

“Absolutely not! Why should we listen to her? I’m going to intervene! Forcing someone to carry a corpse fetus is too much!” Su Qing pouted, clearly determined to stand up for Xu Meng.

“Then can you handle that old woman?” I asked.

Su Qing shook her head, seeming to lack confidence.

“I can’t, but I have my senior brother!” Su Qing said before suddenly disappearing into the night. No matter how much I called, she didn’t come back.

This girl... wasn’t she supposed to be helping me? How did she just leave like that? And who was this senior brother of hers? Was it Zhang Qing?

“Boss, forget it. If she wants to help, let her go. We can’t afford to mess with that Ghost Witch,” Xiao Zi Xing still seemed scared and advised me to drop the matter.

How could I just ignore it? Xu Meng was already suffering from a miserable fate, and if I turned my back on her, things would only get worse. Even Su Qing, a stranger, was willing to speak up for her. How could I, someone who had known Xu Meng for a while, just turn a blind eye?

Xiao Zi Xing continued, saying that even if I could fight the Ghost Witch, the Lin family’s patriarch, Lin Lang, was a ruthless figure. If my grandfather were still around, maybe he could have dealt with it, but as a newcomer, what could I possibly do?

Speaking of Lin Lang, I was curious about who exactly he was. After all, I hadn’t been in Zhonghai City for long, and I hadn’t heard much about him. Thankfully, Xiao Zi Xing knew quite a bit.

Xiao Zi Xing explained that Lin Lang used to be a businessman who dealt in "haunted houses."

What’s a haunted house? It’s a house with a grim history—places where murders or accidental deaths occurred, or places that are haunted.

Such houses are usually sold for cheap. For example, a house worth one million might be sold for only three hundred thousand or even less if it was considered haunted.

Lin Lang would buy these haunted houses at a low price and resell them at the original value, but he would completely hide the house’s grim history. Once the contract was signed, there was no way to take legal action against him.

In this era, you couldn’t really sue someone just because a house was haunted, especially once the contract was in place.

This business of flipping haunted houses made Lin Lang very wealthy, but it also involved deceiving people, which caused a loss of his moral standing. The houses he dealt with were often filled with dark energy, and after handling so many of them, it started to affect him. By the time Lin Lang was in his forties, he still had no children.

Later, he sought out a master who advised him to stop dealing in haunted houses and to start doing good deeds, suggesting that he could redeem himself. Lin Lang followed the advice, gave up on the shady business, and turned to legitimate real estate. He began doing good deeds, and a few years later, he finally had a son, named Lin Feng.

In addition to his son, his real estate business took off, and Lin Lang became one of the wealthiest and most powerful people in Zhonghai City.

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Unfortunately, his son, Lin Feng, recently died from a sudden illness. And now, Lin Lang, who was no longer able to have more children, was left with no heir. The Lin family had no future.

Lin Lang’s wealth was vast, and he was considered one of the most influential figures in Zhonghai City. Now, Xu Meng’s unborn corpse fetus was the Lin family’s only heir. If I dared to interfere, Lin Lang might very well come after me.

I was just a newcomer, a young guy with no experience. How could I fight against one of the richest men in the city?

Xiao Zi Xing’s concerns were not unfounded. But no matter what, I couldn’t just turn my back on Xu Meng. If I could help, I had to do so without hesitation.

Night fell, and there was nothing more to discuss for the moment. After cleaning up, Xiao Zi Xing and I headed to bed. There were three rooms on the second floor, so I gave one to Xiao Zi Xing.

To my surprise, early the next morning, Xiao Zi Xing brought a guest to see me.

Xiao Zi Xing was an orphan who had grown up in an orphanage. The man he brought was someone he knew from the orphanage.

This man, unlike Xiao Zi Xing, was tall and handsome. His name was Wu Ming.

Without wasting time, I got straight to the point and asked why he wanted a ghost tattoo.

Wu Ming hesitated, looking as though he had some difficulty speaking, as if there was something he couldn’t say. In the end, it was Xiao Zi Xing who spoke for him.

“Wu Ming... well, he has problems... down there.” Xiao Zi Xing explained, not shy about it.

As a man, I didn’t need any further clarification. I understood the situation immediately.

I was confused. Why come to me for a ghost tattoo? Can a ghost tattoo treat that kind of problem?

I quickly pulled Xiao Zi Xing aside. “Xing Shu, what are you doing? This isn’t a hospital. Can I really treat this with a ghost tattoo?”

“There’s a way. Your grandfather used to have similar clients. Think about it,” Xiao Zi Xing said confidently.

“Really? There’s a ghost tattoo for that?” I was skeptical, but curious.

I thought hard, but I knew the yang tattoos didn’t have any kind of effect like that. Could it be... a yin tattoo?

I went through all the yin tattoos in my mind and then remembered one particular design.

This particular yin tattoo was called "Jin Lin Han"—the Golden Scaled Python. It was a mythical serpent from ancient texts. According to the Shan Hai Jing (Classic of Mountains and Seas), the Golden Scaled Python could create wind as it moved. It was no ordinary creature. The Golden Scaled Python had scales like gold, a water pearl in its skull, and a hook-like shape at the end of its tail. It was said that a person who bore this tattoo would become extraordinarily strong and virile, capable of overwhelming power. The Huang Di Nei Jing (Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon) referred to it as a great treasure.

Getting this tattoo was said to grant a man exceptional vitality and potency, making him virile and powerful.

As soon as Xiao Zi Xing heard this, he jumped for joy. "That’s it! That’s the tattoo! My brother will be saved! Every man knows how painful it is when things aren’t working well down there.”

“Hold on, Xiao Zi Xing,” I interrupted, my heart racing. “This is a yin tattoo. You said my grandfather did something like this for others?”

Xiao Zi Xing nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, your grandfather has done similar tattoos before. He remembered.”

I was taken aback. “Isn’t the yin tattoo forbidden? That’s what my grandfather told me. Could it be that Hong Wu wasn’t lying? Was everything he said true?”

Xiao Zi Xing explained, “There’s no actual ban on yin tattoos in ghost tattoos. The prohibition was something your grandfather added. Yin tattoos are powerful, and people naturally have greed, anger, and ignorance. When these emotions are amplified by the yin tattoo, terrible things can happen. But it’s not the tattoo that causes harm; it’s the person’s own heart. If someone dies because of greed, it’s their own fault. The tattoo only gives them a chance to release their darker impulses.”

“Whether or not to get a yin tattoo is up to the person. It’s a choice,” Xiao Zi Xing concluded.

His words struck me hard. It wasn’t the yin tattoo that killed people, it was their own hearts—their greed, their choices. For example, Wang Xin... she died because of her greed. If she had stopped earlier and not gone too far, maybe her fate would have been different.

This realization helped me come to terms with my role in using yin tattoos. It wasn’t about being evil. It was about the choices the person made. I wasn’t responsible for their actions—just like how Wang Xin’s greed led to her demise.

From now on, I had no qualms about performing yin tattoos. And I had no choice. If I didn’t do them, I could never make enough money in three years to reach my goal of one hundred million.

But I still had some doubts... Could the Golden Scaled Python tattoo really help a man with his problem? It seemed a little too magical.