Lord Lin didn’t hesitate to grant Gui Po’s request. He called in a private doctor to treat her wounds. After the doctor finished bandaging her, Gui Po suddenly felt something was off. She was already weak from her injuries, but now, her face—pale before—had turned as red as a ripe apple.

“Lord Lin, you…” Gui Po clutched her chest, her body growing weaker by the second. She couldn’t even muster the strength to stand. But she was quick to realize what had happened. She’d been poisoned by the drink she’d had earlier. What shocked her even more was that her own employer had betrayed her at this critical moment.

“Gui Po, don’t worry. I won’t harm you,” Lord Lin said with a grin. “If you help the Lin family have a child, half of the family’s wealth will be yours. How does that sound?”

Gui Po tried to get up, struggling repeatedly, but her attempts were in vain. The drug Lord Lin had given her was potent enough to paralyze her. I could see her growing increasingly desperate, but she couldn’t do a thing.

“Lord Lin, stop joking around. You’re too old to have children! Was this kid involved?” Gui Po glared at me, her eyes filled with venom. If looks could kill, I would have been dead a hundred times over.

Lord Lin shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not try? Besides, you’ve already helped Old Man Zha Zhi have a child, right? What's one more? I’ll make sure you’re well compensated.”

Lord Lin extinguished his cigar and slowly walked over to Gui Po.

Gui Po shook her head vigorously. “Lord Lin, that was just a rumor. I’ve never had a child. You have to believe me. Please, I can’t do this...”

“You don’t get a say in the matter,” Lord Lin said, grabbing her roughly and lifting her up. He gazed at her beautiful face and perfect figure, his eyes glazing over with lust. “You’ve always been useful to me. I think it’s time you served another purpose.”

“Kid, you’re free to go. I’ve got business to attend to,” Lord Lin tossed me a careless glance as he carried Gui Po into another room.

The sounds that followed were unmistakable. Gui Po’s screams echoed through the mansion, but there was nothing I could do.

That was it. The moment had arrived for them both. Whether or not Gui Po could bear a child, I didn’t know. But what I did know was that Lord Lin’s fate was sealed. The Guanyin of Childbearing tattoo was a fatal gamble for him. His reckless disregard for human life had just sealed his own.

As for Gui Po, she had used women as tools for her entire life. Now, she would learn firsthand what it felt like to be nothing more than an object.

Walking out of the Lin family mansion, I felt strangely lighter. The fifty million Lord Lin had paid me was a nice bonus, but it was more about the message I sent. People like Lord Lin, who treated others as expendable, didn’t get to walk away unscathed. And now, with Gui Po as a living example, she would understand the price of exploiting people for their own gain.

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I couldn’t help but smile at the money transfer. It seemed that in this world, if you didn’t have the guts to be ruthless, you would be crushed. Kindness was a liability in the underworld. And the truth was, if you didn’t play dirty, you’d end up dead.

I had learned that the hard way. This time, I was walking away alive.

As I walked away from the Lin estate, I saw Xiao Zi Xing was released by two of Lord Lin's men. One of them approached me and said, "Lord Lin will hold onto the recordings until he's certain the tattoo works. Xiao Zi Xing can leave now."

I didn’t care much. Once Lord Lin was gone, the recordings would disappear with him.

Xiao Zi Xing immediately rushed over to me, clutching me in a tight embrace. "I thought I’d never see you again! That old man, Lord Lin, he's ruthless. He could kill with a single word."

He was trembling. Xiao Zi Xing had always been a coward, but the guy had the gall to hang around my grandfather. I couldn’t understand how someone so scared of everything had worked with my grandfather.

I reassured him, “It’s over. It’s all taken care of. Let’s go back to the shop.”

As we walked out, I noticed several familiar faces in the crowd. They were from the Dai family—quite a few of them, actually. Though the Dai family’s influence had waned recently, they were still a major force. They weren’t the same as a flash-in-the-pan rich guy like Lord Lin. They were an old family, and even if they were on the decline, their power was still something to be reckoned with. Lord Lin wouldn't dare make a move on me with the Dai family backing me.

The Dai family might not be able to stop me from getting into trouble, but they’d definitely protect me. That was why Lord Lin hadn’t dared to touch me. That was his biggest mistake.

Once back at the tattoo shop, Xiao Zi Xing finally calmed down, relieved that he had made it out alive.

Just as we were settling in, a car pulled up outside. It was Dai Jie Ying.

I had barely sat down when it seemed I was already being called back to work. It had been a long day, but the Dai family’s ancestral tomb tattoos still needed two more pieces, and I was about to collect two million in one go. And of course, with it came an icy beauty by my side. Not a bad deal at all.

Dai Jie Ying entered the shop, her usual cold demeanor intact. But I couldn’t help but think of the odd moment last night, when she blushed upon seeing me. I still couldn’t figure out why she reacted like that, but it was amusing nonetheless.

“Let’s go,” she said, her voice as frosty as ever. But I had a feeling there was more to it than just business between us.

Once we were in the car, Xiao Zi Xing and I prepared our tools and followed Dai Jie Ying to the Dai family tomb.

When we arrived at the cemetery, we were greeted by the usual staff. I had Xiao Zi Xing keep an eye on the housekeeper, just in case.

We went straight to the left side of the tomb to find a suitable spot to begin. I started by tattooing the Green Dragon on the left side of the tomb, as it was more complicated and took longer. It was better to get that part done during the day.

As I found an old tomb and opened the coffin, I discovered it was a Qing Dynasty body. The corpse had a small braid typical of that period, but it was more like a zombie now. This wasn’t unusual—it was a common trait for corpses left too long.

After stripping the corpse of its clothing, I began tattooing the Green Dragon on its left chest. The tattoo had to be long and precise. As I was working, everything went smoothly. There were no complications, and the corpse remained undisturbed.

Just as the sun began to set, I had finished. I quickly sealed the coffin and buried the grave, not daring to linger in the dark.

Next, I moved to the right side for the White Tiger, and luckily, I found another suitable tomb, this one belonging to a man. Generally, it was easier to tattoo on female bodies, but men were fine as well.

But just as I began working, I heard a strange sound. It was the unmistakable ringing of a bell.

The corpse I was tattooing suddenly opened its eyes, and I froze. Those eyes were glowing with a terrifying hunger, its long, sharp teeth bared.

This was bad. The corpse had turned into a zombie. But the question was—who was ringing that bell outside?