Chapter 29 Cannibalism (2/2)

This time, the one in need of a Yin and Yang Tattoo was my next-door neighbor's girl.

My neighbor was a poor man. His daughter, Bai Ling, finished studying the year before. She no longer went to school, and directly went out to work.

In just half a year, Bai Ling sent home one hundred thousand Yuan.

A woman with no diploma, no craft, who looked very good, went out for half a year and sent home one hundred thousand Yuan.

We all knew what happened to her, but her father did not react about that. When he saw others, he said his daughter had skills. In half a year she earned one hundred thousand Yuan.

However, a few days later, a variety of rumors came to the village. Then her father also knew exactly what was going on, holding his tail in silence.

On one occasion, her father went out to drink, built up a temper at the bar and said he went to the city that day, and broke the legs of Bai Ling, a woman who became a prostitute and lost her family's face.

However, at the end of last year, Bai Ling drove back home in a GTR.

In my hometown, few people knew what this GTR was.

But even if they didn't know, with the appearance of a GTR there, they said Bai Ling made a lot of money.

Some young people said this GTR cost more than two million.

Suddenly her father picked up his face, because he felt a prostitute could only earn a few hundreds a night, so how could she afford to buy a two million Yuan car? Absolutely impossible.

Therefore, her father said everywhere that his daughter was really capable, while the villagers said Bai Ling was lucky. She probably bought a few lottery ticket sand won the prize.

Others said Bai Ling was married to a tycoon in the city.

Until one night when Bai Ling's parents and relatives gathered in their own, when they found out that Bai Ling was really rich, and also had a business. They heard that she had a very successful hotpot restaurant. Bai Ling was really capable.

Then, Bai Ling suddenly became the inspirational idol of the village. A rural girl went to the city, and relying only on herself, opened a large hotpot restaurant, earning millions of Yuan.

...... But was it really that simple?

I did not know how complicated it was until Bai Ling told me. I just knew; the truth of the matter was often cruel.

On that afternoon, I sat in the tattoo room waiting for customers. The phone rang with a WeChat call from someone called ‘White Lotus’.

White Lotus was her WeChat ID.

When Bai Ling was in grade two of junior school and could not apply for QQ, I had helped her apply.

Thus, when I used WeChat later, her account was automatically added to my contacts.

Her WeChat had been silent and the circle of friends had not been updated, like it was dead.

She said to me: ”Brother, are your Yin and Yang Tattoos really effective? Rich, whether alive or dead, and safe when going out? It seems like it settles lots of evil things.”

I immediately replied to her: “As long as it is a problem of evil, you can find me. A Yin and Yang Tattoo can solve it... You're my neighbor. I'll give you a discount.”

”OK.” She asked me about the exact location of the tattoo room and said she will cometo see me in the afternoon.

I said OK, and waited for her in the studio.

It was strange, but that afternoon, the first person who came to my tattoo room was not Bai Ling, but a beggar.

The beggar, dressed in rags, had a white skin with an iron plate in one hand, and a steel rod in the other hand. He started clanging on the iron plate.

“One two, one two three”

The beggar knocked on the iron plate and shouted at me: “There is a person among the Yin people. He is good at Yin and Yang Tattoos. He helps others by using Yin and Yang Tattoos, but brings misfortune to himself.”

I was not going to pay attention to the beggar.

In my neighborhood, there were always some beggars who sat at your door and sang, disturbing the business. If you didn't give them money, they wouldn’t go, and you couldn't make them leave otherwise.

But I was not afraid, I operated tattoo parlor and a lot of the customers had reservations. Usually no one came in randomly off the street. If he sang one afternoon, I may not lose one penny. If anyone came, I would close the door and do the tattoo inside.I didn't care what he sang outside.

But when this beggar sang, I knew something was wrong.

‘Inside, yin people, Yin and Yang Tattoo, be good at the criminal life, related to the cause, one day to the night harm to the evil’. I felt the beggar seemed to point directly at me.

I walked to the door with haste and reprimanded the beggar: “Why are you singing in front of my shop? I do business seriously.”

”Do business seriously? Ha!” The beggar listened, smiled, and began to knock on the iron plate, babbling: “Yin and Yang Tattoos, separate Yin and Yang, related to ghosts, harm life....”