Chapter 1064: Chapter 1064 [Eerie Tattoo Shop]
However, Ye Chenfeng was filled with shock and exclaimed, "What? You found someone related to the old lama?"
"That’s right, someone connected to the old lama. He’s a top-notch expert. To avoid alerting him, we haven’t approached yet," Adolf considered thoroughly. "So, it’s best if you, Divine King, go in person!"
Ye Chenfeng nodded, "I think so too. Where is he?"
"There’s a saying in the Divine Land that the greatest hiding places are in the city. He’s in the most chaotic Western District of the Capital City, in a street that abroad would probably be called a slum."
"He’s a tattoo artist, quite renowned on that street. But what no one knows is that his real skill isn’t in tattooing, but in killing. Be careful, Divine King. The Capital City is anything but simple," Adolf warned.
"Alright, don’t worry. I’ll check it out myself."
Following Adolf’s information, Ye Chenfeng arrived at Peace Street in the Western District. Although it’s called Peace Street, it’s anything but peaceful; otherwise, how could it be called the most chaotic place?
The dim streets were littered with messy garbage, and the stench was enough to make one faint.
Bloodstains could be seen occasionally on the ground, some old, some freshly added.
A desolate and impoverished atmosphere lingered, making the sight of those dark houses unbearable to look at.
This place was entirely different from the Capital City Ye Chenfeng had imagined.
The people living on the street were mostly young, with tattoos and dyed yellow hair, a gathering place for idlers.
Ye Chenfeng’s arrival on the scene was like a breath of fresh air, attracting much attention around him.
Ye Chenfeng even overheard them planning to rob him, to which he responded with a cold laugh, knowing someone would want to pick a fight.
After walking several hundred meters down the street and turning into an alley, it became even darker, as if cut off from the rest of the world.
After fifty meters, Ye Chenfeng finally arrived at his destination.
"Your tattoo isn’t good, go to Demon Craftsman to have it fixed. It’s supposed to be a fierce wolf, but it looks like Gray Wolf," came the comment.
"Hahaha..."
The originally desolate street became lively at the tattoo shop, gathering a lot of people.
The small tattoo shop was packed, with many still lining up at the door.
"Is this Demon Craftsman really that good?" someone asked suspiciously.
"Demon Craftsman’s tattoos are absolutely unparalleled, not just in the Western District; I’m sure there’s not a single person in the five districts who can surpass him."
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"You can all leave now!"
Ye Chenfeng lit a cigarette, came to the crowd, and said calmly.
The fluorescent, strangely shaped hairstyles dazzled the eyes, and the air was filled with a mix of perfume and body odor, which disgusted Ye Chenfeng. Moreover, he was here to talk directly to the tattoo artist Demon Craftsman, so this crowd was just in the way.
"What?"
Ye Chenfeng’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear.
Everyone was stunned. Someone actually told them to leave?
"What do you mean by that, kid?" someone couldn’t help but ask with a frown.
"I mean you should get lost immediately!"
Ye Chenfeng took a drag on his cigarette, tilted his head, and beckoned to them with a finger!
He didn’t bother explaining further; he just intended to solve it directly.
"Haha, did he just tell us to get lost?"
"It’s been a long time since we’ve seen someone so full of themselves."
It was as if discovering a new continent, and everyone suddenly got excited!
"What should we do about this?"
"Of course, we take him on! It’s perfect, we’re bored in line!"
Seven or eight people began to play rock-paper-scissors, eventually deciding on one with red hair and one with green hair to deal with Ye Chenfeng!
Ye Chenfeng leaned against the wall, one hand tucked under his arm, holding a cigarette with the other, looking coldly at the approaching two fashion disasters!
"Kneel down and call me grandpa now, and maybe I’ll spare you a jar of Holy Water today!" they arrogantly said when they approached Ye Chenfeng!
Ye Chenfeng knew what they meant by Holy Water — it was urine!
"Haha, Holy Water? You’ve got to be kidding me!" The crowd behind burst into laughter, bending forward and backward.
Ye Chenfeng rotated his neck and stretched his arms.
He ignored them, grabbed a black cloth and blindfolded himself, taking a deep drag from his cigarette, and said, "Let’s see how rusty my skills have gotten. Last time it took me ten seconds to take down ten men, about the time of two drags of a cigarette!"
"What? Taking down ten men in two drags of a cigarette?"
"Is this guy out of his mind? Why blindfold himself?"
After hearing Ye Chenfeng’s mutter, the two fashion disasters couldn’t help but discuss among themselves.
"Begin!" shouted Ye Chenfeng.
"Boom!"
A whistling sound swept up, lifting a large cloud of dust. The next moment, an unprecedented, bone-chilling coldness penetrated the fashion disasters’ very bones!
"Bang! Bang!"
Before the two dull thuds could cease, the air was filled with screams akin to a pig being slaughtered!
"Gah!"
The rest of the people had no time to react; their ears were flooded with hysterical screams. But then a flood of power coursed through their bodies, followed by darkness, and they lost consciousness.
"Five seconds!"
Leaving just two words, Ye Chenfeng pushed the door open and entered, leaving a scene of agony outside the tattoo shop.
"Who is it?"
Ye Chenfeng’s sudden entry caused a stir inside the tattoo shop.
"Get out of here!"
Without a word, Ye Chenfeng started, lifting the five or six people inside like chickens and tossing them out.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
The person getting tattooed, covered in blood-red ink, was lifted by Ye Chenfeng and thrown out as well.
"Bang!"
Then, Ye Chenfeng shut the door with a bang.
"Okay, now it’s quiet," Ye Chenfeng said as he extinguished his cigarette butt.
Ye Chenfeng began to look around; the lighting inside the tattoo shop was dim, a shade of orange, with a sinister touch.
The surrounding walls were covered with murals, various tattoo designs, some unimaginable ones included. But what shocked Ye Chenfeng was the mural material; if his guess was right, it was human skin — tattoos made on human skin.
The table was full of tattoo tools, but unlike modern advanced tools, there were only knives, and the table was filled with bottles and jars, mostly glucose and anti-inflammatory solutions.
A pungent smell wafted to Ye Chenfeng’s nose, causing him to frown.
After observing for a while, Ye Chenfeng’s gaze finally landed on the tattoo artist in the shop.
As Ye Chenfeng anticipated, the tattoo artist’s appearance was quite unique.