"Will this work?"
"But you have to offer sacrifices to the figure you tattooed for 49 days. After all, it's a deity, and ordinary people can't bear it."
"Okay, I'll make a note of that."
The man thought that he must get a new tattoo of a mighty and domineering god.
After explaining the solution, the man hurriedly ended the live broadcast and gave the anchor several gifts.
After the live broadcast, I drove to my friend’s tattoo shop.
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
He urged, the tattoo on his back was like a death warrant, he really didn't want to stay any longer than one night.
The happier he was in the dream, the more regretful he felt now.
"It's so late, what are you doing in my shop?" The friend who was about to pack up and close the shop looked at the visitor in surprise.
The man took off his clothes as if he was in the right place and lay down on the tattoo chair.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? I'm off work."
The man was startled by the man's actions and jumped back a step.
"Hurry up, help me wash the tattoo on my back! Hurry up!"
The man couldn't help but urge her and even waved.
The friend came over with a frown on his face. "Why are you in such a hurry? Can't you come tomorrow? I'm almost closing now, and I have to get my tools again. Besides, isn't that tattoo you only had for a short time? Didn't you like it before?"
My friend has a lot of questions in his mind. He used to like this tattoo very much, so why does he hate it so much now?
This change left him a little confused.
"Even if I beg you, please help me wash it off quickly. I really can't keep this tattoo! Look at me like this, if I keep it, I will die."
The man lying on the tattoo chair had a bitter look on his face.
"What do you mean?"
Despite being asked, he still picked up the tools.
"We've attracted something foul. Lately, I've been having dreams of a female ghost coming to me for sex, and I couldn't control myself. Look how haggard I look now. I connected with a metaphysical anchor today, and he put it bluntly: This tattoo can't stay. Oh, and by the way, after you wash it off, you can tattoo a Guan Gong on it! The anchor said he needs a deity to suppress it!"
The man honestly recounted everything he had experienced.
The tattoo artist was a little surprised: "You weren't fooled, were you? It's just a tattoo."
"Don't disbelieve me, take a closer look!"
The man turned sideways and put his face in front of his friend.
The tattoo artist was shocked: "You went to sell blood?"
The man's cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and even his skin had a sallow tint. The dark circles under his eyes were very obvious, and his lips were bluish-white, making him look no different from a terminally ill person.
"Don't I know what I've been through? Don't tattoo those customers with anything of dubious origin in the future. It's too scary."
The man patted his chest and spoke with lingering fear.
The tattoo artist took the tattoo removal tools and started working, cleaning the woman pattern on the back bit by bit.
"I'm a little scared when you say that. What kind of metaphysical anchor are you connected to? He's so amazing."
The two started chatting.
"The livestreamer was called 'It's Hard to Find a Gua' and it was a young girl wearing a mask."
"I know that!"
The tattoo artist's eyes lit up. How could he, an eighth-level internet surfer, not know about this hottest metaphysics live broadcast room?
"You're so lucky! She doesn't broadcast live at regular intervals, and only counts three people each time. I didn't expect you to be able to connect. You're really lucky!"
The tattoo artist sighed. He didn't believe it at first, but now when he heard it was the anchor, he believed it immediately.
The main reason is that this live broadcast room is so magical that there is basically no failure.
According to rumors, this live broadcast room is officially certified, and many official accounts are secretly lurking just to get first-hand information.
"Now you believe it, don't you? Hurry up and work, don't dawdle. I'm leaving my life in your hands."
The man urged, feeling restless as long as the tattoo on his back wasn't removed.
It takes time to remove the tattoo, and the female ghost also sensed it.
The man lay down and fell asleep for some reason.
In his dream, he saw that ethereal figure again, and just like before, it moved his heart.
But the words of the host quickly emerged in my mind: I must stick to my original intention and not be tempted.
He simply closed his eyes and avoided looking directly at the beautiful figure.
The female ghost slowly floated to his side, her breath as fragrant as orchid.
"Yulang, look at me...I've been waiting for you so hard..."
"Yulang, what's wrong with you? Don't you want to see me and have fun together?"
"Yulang... why are you so heartless? Why are you closing your eyes? Is it because I'm not good-looking?"
The female ghost kept floating beside her, speaking lewd words, and those explicit words made her blood boil.
The man felt a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, and the temperature in his body rose.
"You are a female ghost, stay away from me."
The man turned his back, clenched his fists tightly, and resisted all temptations.
"I am a female ghost, but I can still give you the happiest feeling. However, becoming a female ghost is not my intention. The life of a farmer is so hard..."
The female ghost sobbed softly, looking quite pitiful.
They even started to use the strategy of inflicting pain on themselves.
The man calmed himself down and could not be tempted.
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