Chapter 99 The Hair of Ghost Embryo (2/2)

About fifteen minutes later, Ma Xiaoguo finally finished his work, and called the two of us and Uncle Ma to his corner office. When we went in, he growled at us, ”A Yin and Yang Tattoo? Are you kidding me? Do I look stupid? Get out of here right now!”

Then, Ma Xiaoguo scolded Uncle Ma, ”Can you even make any money by shaving? Do you know how much I’ve been making every month since I’ve opened this shop? You can't think I am not normal because you can’t make money. I tell you, I'm normal.”

Uncle Ma was very angry. “I didn’t want to lecture you, but now I have to! How much money do you charge to cut hair? Five hundred Yuan. For a perm - one thousand Yuan. Styling - two thousand Yuan! Is this money the right way? Just ask yourself!”

What?

Haircuts for five hundred Yuan, perms for one thousand Yuan? This was a rip off!

This rip off nevertheless did great business. Many people came to a have a haircut. There had to be a secret behind it.

Then, Ma Xiaoguo said, ”Dad, you can't make money because you do not have the ability. I can earn money, and that proves I have the ability. I don’t care how I make the money.”

Then, Ma Xiaoguo growled at us again, ”You two, if you aren’t here for a haircut, get out.”

He acted like a snob.

I immediately sat in a chair and said, ”Come here and cut my hair, then.”

“Really?” Ma Xiaoguo asked.

I sneered, ”I can afford a few hundred Yuan. That’s no problem. Just get cutting, I don't have time to wait for you.”

Ma Xiaoguo’s expression changed as soon as he realized that I really wanted a haircut. He picked up the hair clippers and cut my hair carefully, smiling, ”Hey, brother, I am sorry, my temper is a bit irritable. Your hair is good, very black and thick. Beautiful! Well, you can call me Seven.”

His attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees. I was surprised. I guessed Uncle Ma certainly thought that Ma Xiaoguo was very humiliating. This person really had no integrity.

Uncle Ma was angry. He left the barbershop, saying he disliked this subservient façade.

When he went out, Feng Chunsheng also sat down and asked Ma Xiaoguo to give him a haircut, too.

Ma Xiaoguo took thirty minutes to give us both a full haircut, but one thing was strange - after cutting our hair, he tied a bunch of hair to our heads with a wire, and then took it off.

When he finished, Ma Xiaoguo charged us five hundred Yuan per person, plus two hundred Yuan each for getting a haircut from the barbershop owner.

We spent one thousand four hundred Yuan to get two haircuts.

This was the most expensive haircut I’d ever gotten.

To tell the truth, Ma Xiaoguo's craft was not bad. But it definitely wasn’t extraordinary. There was nothing special about his skills.

The two of us went out the door, Ma Xiaoguo groveling after us, ”Next time you need a haircut, come find me!”

There were many questions on our minds: why was Ma Xiaoguo charging so much for a haircut, and why did so many people seek his services? What made him earn so much? Just pandering and pitching?”

I guessed this man had to be utilizing some evil means.

When Feng Chunsheng and I returned to the car, Uncle Ma was sitting and smoking on the sidewalk. When he saw us come over, he sighed and said, ”My son is really hopeless.”

I asked him what happened.

He told us to get in the car.

Inside, he showed us his hands. There was a wisp of hair in each fist.

That hair was not ours. It was very short and thin.

Uncle Ma shook his hands, but the hair remained stuck to his palms, wrapped around his fingers.

”Is there a lighter?” He asked.

I said yes.

“Burn it,” Uncle Ma said.

I hurriedly took out the lighter and lit the two wisps of hair.

As the hair burned, I suddenly heard the sound of crying. It sounded like a little child.

Then I knew why I heard the same baby crying in the corner of the barber shop.

Uncle Ma said the hair was the hair of a ghost embryo, a kind of Yin skill related to the Yin shave.

This kind of Yin skill was cultivated using the first hairs growing on a baby’s head.

”How is it cultivated?” I asked him.

He sighed and said, ”I really do not have the face to tell you where the hair of a ghost embryo comes from. You think that we had more Yin skills, but we were relying on our own skills to earn a living. In those days, craftsmen were valuable. My son still relies on this Yin skill to earn dirty money. Alas, my family is unfortunate.”

After a lengthy sigh, he finally told us how to cultivate the hair of a ghost embryo.

The hair of a ghost embryo was evil. Indeed, very evil.

It was cultivated using the first hairs of a baby, but it was not a normal baby's hair. It used......