hrough the last ghost."Ah ah"With the rumbling sound came the spirits’ miserable shrieks as golden threads shot out of their bodies and dispersed into the air.The places within these ghosts where the...Chapter 380: Tattoo

This person struggled to stand up, but the pain in his dantian made him fall back to the ground as soon as he tried.

Seeing that Xiao Yu was unharmed, Elder Li and Song Huashan all breathed a sigh of relief. As for the man sitting on the ground, they didn't even bother looking at him.

Lǐ Suíjūn waved his hand behind him, and in moments, two people emerged from the corner. Their expressions were cold and indifferent, like robots with no other emotion on their faces.

The two of them grabbed the man's arms who was sitting on the ground and dragged him away.

In fact, everyone present knew that this person’s sneak attack had been orchestrated by Wang Pingyuan's son. But since nobody witnessed it, there was nothing they could do about it.

Xiao Yu glanced at the middle-aged man who wasn't standing where he was but glowering instead. He had intended to kill Xiao Yu and thought no one would dare offend their family over a dead person—especially an ordinary one like Xiao Yu.

Even if Xiao Yu had some connections with Song Huashan, Elder Li, and others, those ties only held as long as he was alive. Once dead, there were no more considerations of favoritism; the man understood better than anyone how fickle high society could be.

But what he hadn't anticipated was that his sneak attack would fail. He turned to look at the man being dragged away and saw the man also looking back at him. Shaking his head, he held out a palm.

The man being dragged away nodded in pain upon seeing the gesture from the middle-aged man.

Before making any move, this man had been told that regardless of whether he won or lost, he would be sentenced to death for attempting an ambush. However, no matter his success or failure, his family would receive five million yuan. That sum was enough to provide a comfortable life for them.

His home was in a small village where martial arts skills were taught by a retired man with disabilities. Despite this, he had an aptitude for it and reached the stage of Ming Jing at age twenty. At that time, his hometown faced a disaster, leaving him responsible for three younger siblings besides his parents. To support them, he left home to work outside.

They followed a contractor to Beijing. After work one night when they were cooling off by the roadside, they encountered motorcycle snatchers. He intervened too forcefully and severely injured the thief.

The bandit's family had connections and bribed the police and judge. He was convicted of intentional injury and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. Under pressure, no one testified on his behalf, and all evidence was against him.

Therefore, this case became a closed verdict by the court. He didn't dare tell his family about it. Later, when the middle-aged man visited the prison, he discovered his martial arts skills and learned about his situation through questioning.

Not long after, the Wang family used their connections to get him out of prison. He was hired as a bodyguard for the Wang family for ten years with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan. Upon hearing this, he immediately agreed without hesitation, but on one condition: they couldn't use him to bully civilians, and the Wang family promised.

Throughout the following days, all his money was sent back home. Now, their house has been renovated; his younger brother and sister have gotten married. He also nearly completed his service for the Wang family.

He looked forward to returning home soon and spending time with his parents since he hadn't returned in almost ten years. But recently, he received news that his younger brother had contracted uremia.

Since he hadn't been back for a decade and his family knew it was hard for him to come home alone, they didn't inform him. Fortunately, the money he sent home over recent years could help cover medical expenses initially.

However, no one expected that treating uremia is like feeding a money-eating machine; each dialysis session costs an astronomical amount of money, not to mention kidney transplants.

His family reached out to him. Like the person who practices Xingyiquan (Mind-Intent Boxing), he had special status in the Wang family due to his exceptional martial arts skills. Unlike other bodyguards, he was allowed to keep contact with his family.

After hearing about the situation from his family, he gave all his accumulated salary to them. However, less than two months later, another call came; the 100,000 yuan he sent had been spent entirely.

Hearing this news and finding himself penniless, he told his family to hold on for a few days while he thought of a solution. In reality, there was only one way: selling himself into servitude or risking more dangerous missions. Today morning, however, he received notice that he would be participating in a life-and-death combat with extraordinarily high rewards.

With a hint of excitement in his eyes, he went to the arena but didn't get a chance to fight because their side had already lost. Just then, the middle-aged man instructed him to ambush Xiao Yu (Xiao Yue), saying whether successful or not, he wouldn’t survive anyway; however, if he succeeded, they would give his family 5 million yuan for a comfortable life.

Without hesitation, he agreed. Five million yuan! It could treat his brother's illness and ensure his parents' financial security for the rest of their lives.

Moreover, he was currently eager to sell himself. Since he wanted to do so, didn't it matter how he did it Although he felt that this wasn't right and went against his master's teachings, he no longer cared about such things for the sake of his brother and family. He could even give up his life for them, let alone anything else.

In a certain sense, there were similarities between him and Xiao Yu; both would go to any lengths for their families, even if it meant facing unimaginable consequences. How could a mere name compare to the lives of loved ones

Therefore, without hesitation, this person agreed when Wang Pingyuan's son spoke to him. The middle-aged man had given him a look earlier in hopes that he wouldn't say anything and would receive the five million yuan promised.

As this person was being dragged away, he suddenly gathered strength and let out a loud roar as he struggled free from those dragging him.

The moment he freed himself from their grasp, his face contorted with pain due to the agony in his dantian.

"嘎嘎嘎......."

This person cackled madly and looked around before staring up at the sky. He then pulled out a dagger from his back and plunged it towards his heart.

“Ouch......” Just as he was about to stab himself, he suddenly let out a pained cry.

The pain caused him to tremble; he could feel intense agony in the hand holding the knife. He almost dropped it but before he did, his left hand shot out and slammed onto the dagger’s handle, forcing it into his body.

Almost instantly, blood started seeping through his clothes, dripping from the blade's hilt to the ground.

Xiao Yu's expression changed; he had already shot a gold needle at this person when he noticed him attempting suicide. The needle was aimed at a pressure point on his right hand. However, Xiao Yu underestimated a martial artist’s tenacity. When he saw that the right hand wouldn't work, the left quickly followed.

Seeing this, Xiao Yu instinctively rushed over and tore open his clothes to see where the dagger had struck. Seeing it wasn’t in his heart, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, although Xiao Yu's gold needle didn't stop him from stabbing himself, it did cause him to miss his target slightly.

"Hm" Suddenly, Xiao Yu looked at the person's chest and hesitated for a moment. He unconsciously touched his own chest and thought of what his grandfather had said.

Thinking about it, Xiao Yu’s expression changed. With a flip of his right hand, several golden needles appeared in his palm. Without any hesitation, he started inserting the needles around where the dagger was located on the person's chest.

Seeing this situation, Lao Li and Song Hushan came over as well.

Song Hushan was worried about Old Grandpa’s illness, but since Old Grandpa was being treated by so many doctors and he couldn’t help much, and Xiao Yu here was in the midst of a life-or-death struggle, they had no choice but to follow everyone over here.

When Lao Li saw Xiao Yu performing acupuncture on this person, he walked over too. Just now, he saw Xiao Yu’s actions and wondered why Xiao Yu would stop this person from committing suicide. When they got close to the two of them, they noticed that Xiao Yu was holding a golden needle busily working on the person.

"Huh..." Suddenly, when Lao Li looked at the person's chest, he froze for a moment and then his expression changed. The other elders who saw this situation also had their expressions change as they stared intently at the person’s chest.

Lao Li walked over, gently wiped away the blood on the person’s chest, and when Xiao Yu noticed this action, he did not stop him but continued concentrating on twisting the golden needles in his hand.

After Lao Li had cleaned up the blood stains on the person's chest, he stared blankly at it. On the person's chest was a blood-red flame tattoo with the number '15' written in black at its center.

Lao Li’s expression changed dramatically as he anxiously looked at Xiao Yu and said, "Xiao Yu, what is his current condition You must save him!"

"Hm, he didn’t hit the heart so there shouldn't be any major issues," Xiao Yu nodded without a moment's hesitation. Even if Lao Li hadn’t told him to, Xiao Yu would have saved him anyway; not for anything else but just because of what his grandfather said.

“Those who bear this tattoo can entrust their lives to us.”

Because of these words, Xiao Yu forgot about the life-threatening sneak attack from this person and did everything he could to save him. Although the dagger didn’t hit his heart, it punctured a major artery, so if not treated in time, he would definitely die from excessive blood loss.

But as Xiao Yu twisted the needles, blood continued to flow out of the person's chest without any signs of stopping. Seeing this situation, Xiao Yu’s brows furrowed deeply.(To be continued...)s anxious expression, Ye Fei chuckled and said.Before they came out earlier, they were bandaging Zhang Dahan up; he only had a few scratches on his body, which wasn’t considered major injuries. That w...