Psychic Tattoo - Chapter 71 Death Tree

I asked Feng Chunsheng what happened. 

He said: “Just now, just now, I saw… The tree… moved.”

“Moved?” I asked him.

He nodded and said, “Really moved.”

“Should I look at it through the mirror?” I took all equipment for Yin and Yang Tattoos, and also brought the Wu Sa and the mirror. My mirror could show the ghosts.

I put on the Wu Sa, pierced my middle finger, and let a few drops of blood drip onto the mirror.

Blood slowly spread out on the mirror… In the mirror, a strange sight appeared.

I saw, from under that ghost tree, a woman in white clothes stand up, and look up at the tree branches with a pale face.

Then there was another woman.

And another.

And another.

After a moment, I saw a circle of women standing under the ghost tree, all looking at the sky.

Then one of them turned her head and stared at me fiercely.

I was a little afraid.

I heard her say three words.

The first two words I could not hear clearly, but reading her lips, it was easy to identify the third: degree.

“‘Degree’? What does that mean?” I murmured.

Feng Chunsheng said, “May it wasn’t ‘degree’; maybe it was ‘death tree’.”

Hearing these two words, my hands started shaking and I almost threw the mirror to the ground.

Fortunately, I soon adjusted my mood and said, “We should walk around it. This tree is too weird.”

Feng Chunsheng said, “From its birth to the present, how many people were hanged on it? It’s probably full of ghosts, so stay away from it.”

“OK.”

Feng Chunsheng and I slid along the wall of the front yard towards the front door. When I knocked the door, I secretly glanced at the mirror. The ghosts in the mirror had all disappeared, but I suddenly found that the lines of the tree formed a face.

The face smiled at me. The smile was very grim, and I felt my heart tighten. What the hell was this thing?

I was a little scared. What the hell was going on? Was the thing that troubled Liu Qinghua this tree? A death tree? The name of the tree sounded very scary.

I started knocking on the door.

I knocked on the door three or four times before it opened.

A pretty girl opened the door, smiled at us, and said, “Brother Yu, you finally came.”

I did not speak at first. Looking at her, I found that this girl was not as lively as when she first came to me for a tattoo.

A few years had passed, and she became more haggard, and a lot paler. She might only have been twenty-five years old this year, but the corners of her eyes had a lot of wrinkles.

In my impression, she was a dynamic girl.

I smiled to her and said, “It’s been several years. Is the beautiful lovers tattoo on your leg still cute?

“It’s all right.” When she spoke, she sounded more mature. She didn’t even smile.

She was born an optimist,but time was ruthless in changing our appearance.

I said to her: “Let’s go upstairs.”

“Yes.”

She took us upstairs.