The drunkard stepped forward, bent down, and reached out to touch the "tattoo" on his chest. What his fingertips felt was only the texture of his skin. Frowning, the drunkard was unusually serious.
"This doesn’t seem like a tattoo; it looks like it’s grown from the skin."
"Grown, grown from it?" Wen Xiao’ai shuddered at the thought.
"How can a tattoo grow by itself?"
"This is not a tattoo," the drunkard insisted as he stared at the marking. After looking for too long, he felt a chill run down his spine and his scalp tingle.
This "tattoo" was not large, it had no head or body, only a ferocious face.
A dark and vicious aura seeped from its eyes, striking a fear into the soul, and the longer one gazed into them, the more one felt they could be dragged into hell.
The drunkard stood up straight and composed himself before saying, "This is beyond the scope of my medical expertise."
Qing Yi and Wen Xiao’ai leaned in curiously for a closer look.
The longer they looked, the more they felt an uncanny fear, as if the thing on Jun Moyan’s skin was about to come to life and leap out at them.
The two had read plenty of supernatural novels, learning about various ancient Divine Beasts, such as Taotie, Kui, Qilin, Phoenix, Taowu, Haechi... and so on.
But what appeared on Moyan, they admitted they had never seen before.
Comparing it to the pictures of Divine Beasts in the books, the one on Jun Moyan’s body looked far more malevolent, even with only a face.
Wen Xiao’ai lifted her little head and glanced at the thing that had appeared on Jun Moyan’s chest. She wrinkled her little nose, indicating she had never seen such a fierce and evil entity.
"Third Young Master, could it be related to the Baiming Sect?" Qing Yi ventured.
"..." Jun Moyan pondered, not responding.
"Shall I go capture Ais and ask him? To see if he has anything similar on him. If he does, it’s very likely this thing is some kind of curse laid by the Sect Leader of the Baiming Sect to control people."
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Does it have to be so terrifying?
Despite sounding absurd, it inexplicably made some sense.
"How do you feel in your body now?" the drunkard inquired.
"Very good, better than before," Jun Moyan replied as he lifted Wen Xiao’ai off the bed.
Wen Xiao’ai stretched out her two little paws, grabbed the sides of his shirt, and pulled them together, covering his pale and well-built chest.
There were people around; it wasn’t appropriate to expose oneself carelessly.
"Better than before?" This puzzled Qing Yi and Wen Xiao’ai.
"So is this thing good or bad? Will it have any effect on the Third Young Master? It’s not really a curse, is it?" Wen Xiao’ai asked.
"I’ll take a sample of your blood for testing when we get back, to see if there’s any change," the drunkard offered.
Jun Moyan nodded slightly: "Let’s head back to Huiwu Garden first. Qing Yi, send someone to find Ais."
"Okay," Qing Yi nodded.
The group then left the hospital room, preparing to return to Huiwu Garden.
"Hey, Qing Yi, do you think what’s on the Third Young Master could be related to his lineage?" Wen Xiao’ai nervously asked Qing Yi as they walked behind.
Reminded by Wen Xiao’ai, Qing Yi felt there might be a possibility.
After all, the celestial phenomena at the time of the Third Young Master’s birth were bizarre and unexplainable.
But for the past twenty-some years, Jun Moyan had been no different from an ordinary person, with nothing strange occurring around him.
"I still think it’s more likely related to the Baiming Sect."