Chapter 42 Nine Dragons Pull Coffin (1/2)

Chapter 42 Nine Dragons Pull Coffin

Liao Min seemed to be hiding something. I didn’t want to talk to her. She had her reason, but it could not be a reason to cheat me.

I had only one life. I was not a cat with nine lives!

I still pushed her to the door: “Go, go. I can’t do anything for you. Remember, when you are willing to tell the truth, come back. If you don't want to say it, you can either find another expert or die at home.”

After she continuously cheated me two times, I still gave her a chance. I had to do my best.

She stood at the door, thinking for two minutes, wiping away her tears.

Alas. I sighed, hoping she could come to me to tell the truth. I did not want to make money off her, just to save her life.

But Feng Chunsheng pushed me and said, ”Shui, what are you doing? Is it a pity to be such a woman? She didn't tell the truth, we cannot be merciful to her.”

”Maybe there are difficulties?” I looked at Feng Chunsheng.

I thought of her words: “I cannot tell the truth. If I say anything, I will still die.”

”Don't care about it.” He smiled coldly: “In the ghost business, you should have a hard heart. If those charlatans didn’t have a hard heart, they couldn’t make money. We have goods, and if we don’t have hard hearts, more than a few lives will be lost.”

I thought his words reasonable, as far as it was possible not to think of Liao Min, I changed the topic, and asked him: “Brother, you went out to pull in business for me. Why are you back so soon?”

“Crap. I found someone; otherwise, what would I be doing out here?” Feng Chunsheng put away his ‘begging iron’, pointing at a quiet person standing at the end of the corridor, and said, ”If this business is well done, I am sure you won’t have any accident in the ghost business in the next five years.”

”He's an amulet.” He said to me.

I turned my head and looked at him: “Amulet?”

”Let's go. Go and see,” he pulled me toward the end of the corridor.

I saw the man over there. His figure was tall; his back was very wide. He was not an ordinary person.

He wore a black hooded robe and stood with his back to us.

When I came to him, I shouted, ”Brother, what’s bothering you?”

The man did not look back, not speaking, and just put his hands behind his back.

On his hands, I saw it. This person was really not an average person.

On the wrists of his two hands, there was a tattoo of a dragon’s head.

I had been a tattoo artist for many years. With just one look, I knew the tattoo was called ‘two dragons emerge from the sea’.

Two long tails should be in the center of the sternum, and then long bodies entangled around the big arms, with the heads placed at the wrists.

Dragon tattoos were relatively fierce. The appearance of the pattern was dignified.

Western dragon tattoos were very violent, the faces were fierce.

The most kind-hearted dragon tattoo was called ‘water dragon’, its face was peaceful, but still solemn.

But this dragon tattoo on his wrist had a face full of grievance, like a crying child being robbed of candy.

In fact, I knew that no tattooist would give him a pattern such a ”two dragons emerge from the sea. ”After all, the tattoo business had lots of rules, especially regardingdragons, ”Guan Gong” and so on. They were absolutely not lightly distributed.

So, I guessed, the expression of this dragon tattoo was suppressed by his temperament.

Tattoos rely on people. If they can't hold people back, they are held back by people.

The two dragons were held back by the man at the same time. The man must have been a master.

I thought of it, and whispered, ”Brother, you wanted to see me?”

The man turned and looked at me.

He looked at me for a moment and almost scared me to death.

This person was actually handsome. His facial features were exquisite, but his temperament was fierce. My legs went soft when he stared at me.

His eyes were especially sharp. They made my skin crawl. He seemed to see straight through the secrets in my heart.

”Brother...” I was trembling to ask.

The man pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to me: “This picture, can you change it?”

I took the photo and glanced at the pattern. The pattern was a ”Yi Ji.”

She wore half of a shirt, her left hand holding a golden mask. Her appearance was very simple and elegant, her black hair cascading like a waterfall.

I gave the photo back to that man and said, ”Brother, if you want to change the tattoo on your back, I have to look at your tattoo.”

“Sure.”

The man put away the photo. He still had no expression, as if we did not exist. He said: “My name is Chen Yuhao, you can call me Little Yu.”

Xiaoyu?

I felt a man called Xiaoyu…was a little inappropriate? Although the appearance of Chen Yuhao was indeed very handsome, this was too... too gay.

I was thinking about whether to change the name, when Feng Chunsheng shouted: “Ouch, you are so high in the ghost business seniority, we dare not to call you Little Yu. We will call you Brother Yu.”