The Socialite, Full-Sleeve Tattoo

Yu Xing did not let the hungry ghost eat its fill.

He stuffed the empty basket back into the cupboard, ignoring the hungry ghost's teary-eyed, expectant expression. He then activated his senses and controlled the hidden curse threads to sew the hungry ghost's two halves back together.

The curse seamlessly merged the two halves of the body into a complete shell, without a single gap. The hungry ghost touched his belly, feeling an extraordinary sense of emotion that lingered for a long time.

The way it looked at Yu Xing was like it was looking at a zookeeper covered in food. Its giant mouth twitched twice, and a barely recognizable smile appeared.

The other ghosts hesitated for a moment, then all surrounded them.

Yu Xing was startled by the sudden approach of the ghosts. He looked around warily and found that each of them was giving him a silent but powerful look or gesture.

It's as if they're saying, "We want to eat too..."

The believers are not actually living people, so what they eat is something that ghosts are interested in.

Yu Xing raised an eyebrow, knowing that it was his "irresistible power" that had intimidated them, preventing them from acting rashly.

He gave a surprised look. "What are you doing? Don't you have throats like hungry ghosts? Are you waiting for me to feed you?"

"What do you mean 'robber'? You broke in in the middle of the night, and you expect me to be polite? What are you standing there for? Eat!"

The human's words carried weight, causing many of the ghosts to turn around in shock and begin choosing what they wanted to eat.

"What a good person!" the ghosts thought, and they were even less inclined to Yu Xing.

Yu Xing was also very grateful to them.

Look how gracefully they rummaged through the drawers and cabinets, how thoroughly the cupboards were destroyed! Ah... we can see the show tomorrow morning! Thank you, you bastards!

He smiled, with the contentment of an old father watching his children eat their fill.

Only after witnessing firsthand the chaos the ghosts had created in the dining room did he leisurely stroll to a corner of the kitchen.

Here sits an old stove, identical to the others, its surface stained with patches of grease, and it feels sticky to the touch, suggesting it has been used for a long time.

But this illusion was no longer effective on Yu Xing. He squatted down, sensed the wood with his hand, then spread his five fingers into a claw shape, and with a bang, inserted them into the wood, pulling hard and tearing off an entire piece of the outer wooden board of the stove.

Without the wooden planks covering it, the twisted and tangled branches inside the stove were suddenly exposed to Yu Xing's eyes.

These branches are covered with black veins, vibrant, harsh, and growing wildly.

The cursed power that pervades the entire dining room originates from this place.

Yu Xing had already discovered the unusual nature of the kitchen when he was exploring it, but he dealt with the ghost first before dealing with this one. He excitedly licked his lips and grasped the branch with the hand that had grown tree-shaped black markings.

To draw upon.

Assimilation.

It wasn't that the Underground City assimilated him, but rather that he assimilated the Underground City starting from a small point!

He'll definitely be able to destroy this place.

The living branches twisted and turned, shrinking back towards the ground, but Yu Xing held on tightly. The black veins on the branches moved and wandered onto the back of Yu Xing's hand, extending haphazardly and helplessly.

In the end, the branch was stronger. Yu Xing's palms were rubbed raw and bloody by the rough bark, and the deepest wounds revealed the white bone. The branch still managed to escape.

A deep, long hole appeared in the stove, stretching all the way to the end of one's sight.

That's enough.

With a smile, Yu Xing opened his palm and let out two eerie chuckles at the flesh and bones.

The next second, the wound began to wriggle and visibly regrow, quickly becoming smooth and clean again.

But the black lines had indeed increased. After a brief period of adjustment, Yu Xing watched, half-guiding and half-letting, as the black lines joined the roots of the tree-shaped patterns. He rolled up the long sleeves of his black robe, and the black lines had already extended to his shoulders.

"Ah, a tough guy, all tattoos on his arm." He held up his arm. "I have tattoos too."

The hungry ghost that had been lingering beside him, refusing to leave. "..."

For some reason, the ghostly patterns, which possess a strong sense of eerie beauty, were compared to something by this human using such a superficial metaphor.

Well... whatever, as long as this human can feed it, whatever they say is right.

After admiring the Ghost Tree tattoo for a while, Yu Xing lowered her arm, squatted down, and rested her chin on her hand, deep in thought.

Actually, this wasn't the first time he'd seen the patterns on the flesh; the first time he'd seen them was probably...

At the bottom of the tomb, filled with unparalleled pleasure, he leaped down and saw Yu Fengchen.

The black markings on Yu Fengchen 'Yu Fengchen body are like this; they not only cover his entire body but also fit him more naturally and seamlessly, as if they were originally part of him and were born to be on his body.

The black markings on the other person's body are the true source of eerie beauty, innate and stunning.

Thinking of Yu Fengchen, Yu Xing stroked his chin.

He would become Ghost Tree's target, and there's no reason why Yu Fengchen wouldn't be. It's just unknown whether Ghost Tree would place Yu Fengchen here as well, or whether it would find another way to absorb Yu Fengchen.

He had a feeling that, judging from Yu Fengchen's appearance, his connection with Ghost Tree should be deeper and he should know more. If the two of them could meet now, he could get a lot of information about Ghost Tree from Yu Fengchen.

There might also be information about the Witch. Yu Fengchen once gave his black cat to the Witch, so the two must have had quite a few interactions.

After a moment of contemplation, Yu Xing brought her attention back to the present.

He waved to the hungry ghost. "Come on, brother, do me a favor and leave your mark here."

The hungry ghost moved forward step by step, and as instructed, pressed its dirty little handprint onto the wooden board.

With this in mind, Yu Xing could then conveniently shift the blame for damaging the stove onto the hungry ghost.

He stood up, took one last look at the ghosts who were robbing food everywhere, said nothing, and quietly left the kitchen.

The next destination is the entertainment area.

What caught Yu Xing's attention here was not anything else, but the very rationality of its existence.

These believers can only move around outside the wooden house for twelve hours a day. They also have to praise the Wood God on the prayer mat, complete tasks, eat and bathe, and apparently farm. Then they often gather together to listen to divine pronouncements and welcome new people.

Is this all there is to entertainment?

What could an entertainment area possibly have? They can even engage in physical sexual activity openly outside, so it's unlikely they'd set up billiard rooms or casinos.

Therefore, the existence of the entertainment area is quite intriguing. Since I have nothing to do tonight anyway, it would be perfect to take a stroll through the entertainment area when no one is around.

Yu Xing walked barefoot on the road, and every now and then he would see a swaying ghostly figure.

But the ghostly figures would pause for a moment after seeing him, and then immediately leave.

After walking for a while, Yu Xing turned around and, sure enough, saw the Big-Headed Hungry Ghost following him from a distance.