With a feeling of wanting to give it a try, I decided to tattoo Wu Ming with the Golden Scaled Python, but before proceeding, I needed to get to the bottom of his situation.

I told him that, as a man, it’s hard to talk about such things, but shouldn’t he go to the hospital? Why would he turn to a ghost tattoo as a solution?

Wu Ming explained that he had already been to many hospitals and couldn’t find a cure. It was all his fault for not practicing moderation in his younger years—he had switched girlfriends so often, and as you know, overuse of "that thing" can lead to issues.

Wow. Hearing him say that, I couldn’t help but feel envious. Xiao Zi Xing and I were both virgins, never having any experience with women, so hearing this from someone who was clearly handsome and popular made us feel like we were missing out. Wu Ming and Xiao Zi Xing made for an odd pair, like the classic duo of Wu Song and Wu Dalang.

Wu Ming continued, saying that ever since that incident, he hadn’t been with any woman, and now he was unable to. However, he was fortunate enough to have found true love and got married. His wife didn’t mind his issue, but Wu Ming still felt guilty. Since their marriage, he hadn’t been able to fulfill his duties as a husband. They had the title of a married couple but had no real intimacy. He had always wanted to get better but had no luck with conventional treatments until he met Xiao Zi Xing today.

Such a private matter, and yet he shared it with Xiao Zi Xing. I guess it was because they had grown up together in the orphanage, like sworn brothers. So, Wu Ming confided in Xiao Zi Xing about his troubles.

When Xiao Zi Xing heard the story, he immediately remembered that my grandfather had done a similar tattoo for someone else with the same condition. Apparently, the results were quite good, so he brought Wu Ming to me.

Ha! It's true—handsome guys suffer too. I thought his issue was something much worse, but it turned out to be just overuse. While it’s unfortunate, in a way, it’s lucky that it was just that.

I explained that I did indeed have a yin tattoo for such problems, but it was expensive—100,000! However, if there were no results, I’d refund the entire amount, no questions asked.

“100,000?!” Wu Ming panicked. He wasn’t sure where he could get that kind of money. It was a significant amount for him.

“Well, I can’t help you then. This isn’t a charity, and I need the money too—after all, I’m trying to save my grandfather,” I replied firmly.

Wu Ming thought for a moment and then stepped out to make a call. When he returned, he said his wife was helping him raise the money and that it should be here soon.

About two hours later, a short, slightly plump woman hurried into the shop. This was Wu Ming’s wife, Jing Jing. She wasn’t very attractive—her skin was a bit dark, and she looked quite different from Wu Ming, but their love was real, and that’s what mattered.

Jing Jing had come straight from work to bring the money—100,000 in cash. I couldn’t help but admire her devotion. She loved her husband enough to put in the effort, despite their differences in appearance.

After receiving the payment, I didn’t waste time and began preparing the materials to tattoo the Golden Scaled Python.

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This tattoo, with its intricate design, was quite complicated. The scales shimmered like ancient brocade, the body narrow at the front and broad at the back, with a tail as thin as a steel needle. The tail could pierce a hundred copper coins, capable of strangling and swallowing both humans and animals.

It resembled a snake, but the tattoo itself was far harder to do than a regular snake tattoo—it required great skill.

I decided to place the tattoo on Wu Ming’s inner thigh, as that area matched the eerie vibe of the Golden Scaled Python.

Just as I was about to start, I suddenly slapped my forehead in realization—I had forgotten one thing: I didn’t have the ghostly ink!

I asked Wu Ming to wait and quickly called Hong Wu.

The phone rang for a while without an answer. I called out, but there was no response. I could sense that someone was there, though. Confused, I wondered if the phone had no signal, or if something was wrong with my phone.

I tapped it a few times, but still no sound. Then, suddenly, I heard Hong Wu’s voice on the other end.

“You dead thing, why are you picking up the phone? Get out of the way, I’ll throw you into the crematorium once I’m done playing with you.”

Dead thing? Was the one answering my call… not human?

A crematorium was where bodies were burned, and the remains were turned into ashes.

A few seconds later, I heard Hong Wu laughing. He apologized and asked what I needed, wondering if I wanted him to handle his business.

“Cut the nonsense. Get me a ghost. I have a client waiting, and they can’t be kept waiting too long,” I said.

Hong Wu laughed even more, saying I had finally come to my senses. Then he asked what kind of yin tattoo I needed.

I told him it was the Golden Scaled Python, for a male client who had problems in that area.

Hong Wu replied knowingly, “Ah, I have just the right ghost for that. Last month, I had a ‘stock’ that was kept for a while—a handsome young man who was passed around by three rich women. He was drained dry, and when he left, he was so weak he fell down the stairs and died from a brain hemorrhage. This ghost is perfect for the Golden Scaled Python.”

The price was the same as before—10,000 for a familiar customer. No high prices, just a fair and reasonable deal.

I told him not to waste time and to send it over quickly. The money wasn’t an issue—I’d easily make back 90,000.

“Got it! I’ll deliver it right away. Hold tight,” Hong Wu said, ending the call.

That old man... He was all business, but when it came to making money, he was as cheerful as a kid. And he even called me “Sir.”

True to his word, Hong Wu delivered the ghost faster than before. When he handed me the bamboo tube, there was no sound of it begging for death this time.

Inside the bamboo tube, there was still the sound of moaning and pleading, though it was softer now, filled with despair.

“I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die! I’ll never live off women again, let me go…”

“What do you mean you don’t want to die? You’re already dead!” Hong Wu slapped the bamboo tube, and the voice immediately stopped.

“Heh heh. This little pretty boy was good-looking, but the effect of the Golden Scaled Python on him will be top-notch,” Hong Wu laughed, collected his payment, and left.

Once inside the tattoo room, I opened the bamboo tube quietly and poured its contents into the tattoo ink. A hiss echoed as black mist oozed out, blending into the ink. It was exactly like last time—the bamboo tube was now empty.

This stuff... was incredibly sinister. Every time I used it, it sent shivers down my spine.

Once the ink was ready, I began the tattoo for Wu Ming. It took several hours to complete, and by the time I finished, it was nearly dark outside.

Barely ten minutes after the tattoo was finished, while I was sipping tea and smoking a cigarette, Wu Ming suddenly said he could feel something—like a long-lost power gradually awakening inside him. His body felt revitalized.

What?! That quickly? Yin tattoos really were something else—the effects were powerful beyond belief.

His wife, sitting beside him, was overjoyed. She exclaimed that she couldn’t wait to get home and try it out. I quickly shooed them away, telling them to stop flaunting their happiness in front of me.

But just as they were leaving, I suddenly saw a pale-faced man clinging to Wu Ming’s leg. He had a small, delicate face, skin like a snake’s, with disgusting bumps and armor-like scales, and his little stomach had two deformed legs growing out of it. He even had a silver-hook-shaped tail.

This... this was exactly like the Golden Scaled Python I had just tattooed!