Reborn as a Hatrack in the Mystical Land-Chapter 620 - 77: Female Loser

Yue Jinghua is actually a tattoo artist?

This revelation instantly sobered up two major representatives of corruption and evil from the Imperial City.

Although Qing Zizhu and Ji Yun are known prodigals, they are not ordinary ones; their knowledge is far from what common people can match.

The gestures and needle techniques used by Yue Jinghua clearly belonged to a skilled Tattoo Master.

This was something that not even Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu, let alone Ming Lang, had anticipated.

By the time Ming Lang became aware of this reality, he had no chance to resist.

The carving of a Holy Rune admits no mistakes. Although Yue Jinghua executed only a few stitches, it completely destroyed Ming Lang’s Holy Rune.

What was once a lifelike and vibrantly active Holy Rune darkened rapidly after just a few stitches, like a candle running out of oil and extinguishing.

The layer of Dark Energy protecting Ming Lang vanished in an instant,

Yue Jinghua had already retracted her Prajnaparamita Needle. Ming Lang felt as if his entire body’s Dark Energy had been frozen, and his movement technique had also significantly slowed.

Seizing the opportunity, Yue Jinghua gripped the Great Sword with both hands—one as if holding up the sun and moon as a jar, the other lifting the sky with a sword—and cleaved Ming Lang’s head off.

One could hear an explosive sound akin to splitting a watermelon, accompanied by the cracking of bones. The dark red blood gushed out from Ming Lang’s body like a fountain.

Even in the moment of his death, Ming Lang could not have imagined that he would die from a few tattoo needles no bigger than embroidery needles.

The headless body swayed, like a drunkard, stumbling several times before finally crashing into a wall, blood spraying everywhere.

To kill Ming Lang with bare hands!

This was Ming Lang, the most legendary lone wolf among the four major forces of Linlan Street, and the most difficult one to deal with. Unexpectedly, he was killed by Yue Jinghua.

Ji Yun quickly considered the situation: with the other three major forces of Linlan Street having already submitted to Yue Jinghua, could it be that she resorted to killing because Ming Lang refused to surrender?

What a fierce and malevolent star!

A gaze colder than ice swept over from the other end of the alley.

In the dim night, her black hair was disheveled, her face already covered in glistening sweat, her eyes filled with wildness.

Clearly a dangerous person, yet also someone who could snatch away one’s breath and all attention in an instant.

This battle was the most strenuous one that Yue Jinghua had ever faced. At this moment, she didn’t even have the strength left to lift her Great Sword again.

The Prajnaparamita Needle, indeed a Divine Needle crafted by Divine Pattern Sha Yan, was unfamiliar to Yue Jinghua since she hadn’t learned Sha Yan’s needle technique and could only force it by using her Dark Energy. Although she used only a few stitches just now, it depleted ninety-nine percent of her Dark Power.

Looking at Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu who were blocking the alley without advancing or retreating, Yue Jinghua secretly clenched a cold sweat.

After pondering for a moment, Yue Jinghua believed that the recent scene of killing Ming Lang was enough to intimidate Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu.

Yue Jinghua removed an armor from her body and wrapped Ming Lang’s head in it.

Ming Lang’s blood kept dripping from within the armor—a terrifying sight.

Yue Jinghua straightened her spine and, stepping over the bloody footprints, walked unhurriedly towards them.

Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu, being stared at by her, were like under an immobilization spell, taking small, stifled breaths as though afraid that the fierce star, getting a killing urge, might chop them up like cucumbers with a swing of her sword.

This was under the broad daylight, with more than a dozen pairs of eyes watching—surely that youngster wouldn’t mess around, would they?

Killing a Ming Lang is one thing, but they all come from respectable, influential households. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

When Yue Jinghua approached, their guards behind them swiftly stepped a wide pace aside.

Just as Ji Yun breathed a sigh of relief after Yue Jinghua brushed past his shoulder, a hand suddenly landed on it.

"Remember, I do not wish tonight’s events to be known to many, otherwise..." The speaker had a pair of sinister phoenix eyes, his eyes dazzling like stars in the night sky, and he glanced down at Ji Yun’s body while speaking.

Ji Yun felt a spasm below his abdomen, chilling and eerily frightening.

After speaking, Yue Jinghua wiped his blood-stained hand clean on Ji Yun’s clothing, then drifted away.

"Phew---"

Only when they could no longer hear the footsteps of Yue Jinghua behind them, did Ji Yun and Qing Zizhu dare to move their already weak knees.

"A bunch of bastards, my legs are weak, Master (Young Master), and you’re still not coming to support me," the two of them cursed up a storm, but none of them mentioned the warning from Yue Jinghua just now. They had subconsciously reached an agreement, to act as if tonight’s event never happened and remain silent about it.

The night was deep, and inside Yunhu Commerce, a maid was pouring tea for Yun Lang.

As the boiling water poured into the cup, pieces of tea leaves floated to the surface, the white steam blurring Yun Lang’s vision.

The maid trembled accidentally, splashing a drop of hot water onto Yun Lang’s hand, causing his eyelids to twitch.

"This servant deserves death," the maid quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

After a moment of stupor, Yun Lang waved his hand, "Go find the Chief Steward to come here."

At this time, the Chief Steward of Yunhu Commerce had already gone to bed, but upon hearing the Sixth Master was calling, he had no choice but to dress and rush over.

"Yun Zhong, bring a few men with me to go out," Yun Lang’s usually courteous and smiling face now bore only solemnity.

"Master, this late at night?" Yun Zhong wondered what matter was so urgent to warrant a nighttime outing.

"Ming Lang is dead, we’re going to retrieve his remains," Yun Lang’s expression didn’t betray any emotion, but the sudden tight grip of his fist under his sleeve revealed his secret.

Ming Lang, the first test subject after becoming a Holy Pattern Master, one of his most capable subordinates, unexpectedly fell tonight at the hands of someone from the Yue Residence.

Oh Yun Lang, you who pride yourself on your meticulous planning, yet failed to anticipate you’d be outmatched even by a youth.

The moment the Chief Steward heard this, he immediately understood.

The relationship between Yunhu Commerce and Ming Lang was little known to the outside world.

Back then, when Ming Lang was still a lowly slave, Young Master Yun bought him along with a batch of children. The Young Master experimented with Holy Runes on those kids aged three to thirteen, and only Ming Lang successfully merged with a Wolf Evil Saint Mark.

After merging with the Holy Rune, Ming Lang quickly rose to prominence in Wo Hua Imperial City.

However, few knew the backing behind Ming Lang was actually Yunhu Commerce.

Following the residual energy of the Holy Rune, Yun Lang led his men to the alleyway.

At a glance, Yun Lang discovered Ming Lang’s head was missing, and the once-intact Holy Marks on his body had subtly altered.

Such minute changes subjected Ming Lang to a life-and-death crisis.

Success by the Holy Rune, downfall by the Holy Rune.

Yun Lang muttered to himself, "Impressive, the Duke Mansion. I did not expect that the Duke Mansion would also be hiding its talents, even harboring a famous Tattoo Master. Judging by the traces left by the needle, this person is also a Tattoo Master of the Holy Pattern Rank."

Yun Lang did not connect Yue Jinghua with the Tattoo Master, still thinking that a Tattoo Master was secretly assisting Yue Jinghua to kill Ming Lang.