Chapter 1065: Chapter 1065 [Tattoo Artist Demon Craftsman]
His head was shaved, but there was a patch missing at his temples, and upon closer inspection, it was the image of a knife, a curved dagger, exquisitely crafted.
Most notably, he wore rings on his nose, ears, eyes, and face, incredibly eerie, piercing straight through the organs, making it quite disconcerting. Just like those monsters in TV shows.
“Hmm?”
Ye Chenfeng furrowed his brows, wondering if there was an issue with the intelligence he received.
Logically, the tattoo artist should be at least middle-aged, but this person looked under thirty, which surprised Ye Chenfeng greatly.
The Demon Craftsman stared at Ye Chenfeng with great interest, his intense gaze like appreciating a piece of art.
“Are you the Demon Craftsman?” Ye Chenfeng asked, collecting his thoughts.
The tattoo artist’s eyes revealed a peculiar look as he nodded, “Yes, are you here for a tattoo?”
Ye Chenfeng noticed that the Demon Craftsman was extremely calm, even when he had just casually thrown those people out, he remained very composed.
“Most people who come to find you are here for tattoos, but I’m not!” Ye Chenfeng said.
The Demon Craftsman’s face tightened with an extra layer of vigilance, “Then what are you here for?”
Without waiting for Ye Chenfeng’s answer, he continued, “I only do tattoos, nothing else.”
“…”
Several black lines appeared on Ye Chenfeng’s forehead, as if he was implying he intended to do something to him.
“Hehe…”
Looking at Ye Chenfeng, the Demon Craftsman let out a wanton laugh, akin to seeing a naked woman.
His gaze was blatant, filled with aggression.
Just when Ye Chenfeng was about to suspect the Demon Craftsman’s sexual orientation, the Demon Craftsman spoke, “My god, you are sent by heaven to help me complete a great masterpiece.”
“Hmm?”
Ye Chenfeng was bewildered and couldn’t help asking, “What is it?”
“Your muscle strength, your body is too perfect, it’s what I’ve been looking for. On your body, I’ll complete my greatest work!” said the Demon Craftsman, as if he opened a floodgate, his expression excited.
It was now that Ye Chenfeng understood, this guy wanted to tattoo him.
“How did you know my muscle strength?” Ye Chenfeng asked.
“Just now when you threw those people out, I calculated your muscle strength. Your body fat percentage should be around 4.2. On the basketball court, you’d be close to a god.” The Demon Craftsman said, looking at Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng was in shock because the Demon Craftsman was not wrong; his body fat percentage was indeed 4.2%. He could accurately state the value merely by visual observation.
For the first time, Ye Chenfeng became seriously concerned; the Demon Craftsman was not simple.
Ye Chenfeng wore a disdainful expression, mocking, “The greatest masterpiece? That’s a bit much, isn’t it?”
Hearing Ye Chenfeng say that, the Demon Craftsman replied with great interest, “Don’t compare me to others, I use the oldest tattoo methods. I’m probably the only one in the entire Divine Land who knows it.”
“Clatter!”
With that, the Demon Craftsman snapped open a toolbox nearby.
“Gah!”
Ye Chenfeng was stunned because the box was full of needles, far more than in medical acupuncture.
Seeing Ye Chenfeng listening intently, the Demon Craftsman got even more excited, a beam of light shot from his eyes, as he said excitedly, “I never use a tattoo machine. For ordinary people, it’s okay. But with muscle strength like yours, a tattoo machine’s needle won’t penetrate even half a centimeter. My ancient tattoo method can go from three centimeters up to five centimeters. That’s why I say your body is sent by heaven.”
“Amazing!”
Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but give a thumbs up, but promptly said, “But brother, I’m here to ask you something. Not to get a tattoo.”
In an instant, the joy on the Demon Craftsman’s face disappeared, turning gloomy. He was indeed adept at controlling his emotions, with a temper that was capricious.
“What do you want to ask?” the Demon Craftsman couldn’t help but ask.
“Do you know an old lama in the Capital City?” Ye Chenfeng asked.
Then, Ye Chenfeng added, looking at the Demon Craftsman, “The one active in the dark era of the Capital City!”
This was Ye Chenfeng fishing for information, merely guessing the connection between the dark era and the old lama; he wasn’t sure if it was true.
The Demon Craftsman’s expression remained unchanged, with hardly a ripple in his demeanor, which slightly disappointed Ye Chenfeng.
“You actually know about the dark era, it seems you’re well-prepared. No matter how I hide, it’s useless. I didn’t expect to be found after hiding for so many years.” The Demon Craftsman candidly admitted, openly stating he was in hiding.
“Whew!”
Seeing the Demon Craftsman’s reaction, Ye Chenfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Adolf’s intelligence was accurate, and the Demon Craftsman wasn’t concealing anything.
“I can tell you what you want to know, but I have one condition…” the Demon Craftsman paused.
“The condition is you want to tattoo me?”
Ye Chenfeng didn’t even need to think to know what the Demon Craftsman wanted.
“Exactly! To complete my greatest work on your body!” the Demon Craftsman chuckled.
Ye Chenfeng raised an eyebrow, coldly saying, “What if I refuse?”
The Demon Craftsman smiled, “Then you can’t know what you want to.”
“Heh, are you threatening me?” Ye Chenfeng’s eyes shot out two beams of light, staring straight at him.
The Demon Craftsman nodded indifferently, “You can see it that way!”
Ye Chenfeng twisted his neck, “You might not know, but I hate being threatened the most!”
After speaking, Ye Chenfeng exuded an aura like the Demon King emerging, instantly locking onto the Demon Craftsman.
“I seem to have underestimated you a bit!”
The Demon Craftsman smiled, yet there wasn’t a hint of panic in his eyes.
“Clang…”
Suddenly, it was as if a hurricane ravaged the tattoo shop, the knives and needles on the table seemed to have come to life, trembling non-stop, emitting a crisp metallic sound. It seemed they would fly out like Flying Knives at any moment.
The room was laden with a charged atmosphere, with tension on the verge of breaking into combat.
“Tell me everything you know, don’t make me resort to forcing you to speak.” Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a cruel arc, his smile deepening.
“Hehe, you’re too confident. But you underestimate me.”
The Demon Craftsman chuckled lightly, his body moved, and an invisible force surged out like a ferocious beast.
“Esoteric Buddhism techniques?”
Ye Chenfeng’s gaze sharpened, his breathing becoming heavier.
“Bang!”
The stove in the center of the room, used for heating, seemed corroded by termites, collapsing instantly when touched by the invisible force, crumbling weakly to the ground.
“Sizzle!”
The red-hot coals in the stove scattered everywhere, as if artillery shells had landed, spraying towards Ye Chenfeng.