Everlasting Lamp, Mermaid Candle, My Family's Heirloom, Wouldn't It Be a Sure Deal to Get a Tattoo?
"Get lost!"
Fatty Wang had almost stepped through the door when he heard a somewhat weathered curse.
Then, he saw a middle-aged man in his sixties standing in front of a few pots of flowers with a watering can in his hand. He was looking at Fatty unkindly.
Without even thinking, he knew that it was definitely Fatty Dad.
Fatty Wang seemed to have known that this would be the way to welcome him. He quickly raised the thing in his hand and smiled.
"Father, you're wrong."
"They say that you shouldn't hit a smiling person. Look at me, I brought something home to visit you. How can you tell me to get lost?”
Fatty's father glanced at the thing in Fatty's hand and then began to size Fatty up.
Although there was a hint of joy in his eyes, the fat father looked at Fatty Wang as if he was on guard against a robber.
The fat father snorted coldly.
"Humph!"
"Don't think I don't know what you're up to.”
"If you stick your butt out, I know what shape your poop is!”
"He came back to visit me last spring. He stayed at home for half an hour and took away the sarira that I had been holding for forty years.”
"He came back to visit me three months ago. He stayed for an entire afternoon and emptied the wine that I had hidden for thirty years.”
"How long do you want to stay this time?”
He had just called Fatty yesterday and asked about the family heirloom for no reason.
In the end, he came back today.
If he remembered correctly, Fatty was still in Harbor City yesterday.
He came back from thousands of miles away just to see his father?
If it was someone else, it would be believable, but if it was Fatty,
The fat father felt that his family heirloom was in danger.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
Because of Fatty's phone call yesterday, Fatty's father didn't sleep well the entire night.
Fatty's father waved his hand unhappily. Then, he put down the watering can and turned around to walk into the house.
"Let's go, let's go."
"I don't want to see you now."
"When I see you, my blood pressure gets high and I feel annoyed.”
Fatty looked at his father's back in amusement. He walked over, put down the milk and apple, and followed him into the house.
"Dad, isn't it just 30-year-old wine?”
"This time, I brought you 50-year-old Maotai!”
"It's just outside the courtyard. Which one do you think is more cost-effective?”
Fatty's father's eyes lit up as he turned to look at Fatty.
"Moutai?"
"Fifty years?"
Fatty nodded.
"Fifty years old!"
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Four hours later.
In the courtyard, the fat father picked up his wine glass with a red face.
"Fatty!"
"It's not that Father is stingy."
"Our family heirloom has been passed down for eight generations.”
"I was really afraid that you would lose it.”
Fatty Wang glanced at his father and saw the red glow on his father's face. He couldn't help but think.
Father, I'm sorry…
It was not that his son was unfilial.
If he could really get the same tattoo as the little brother, wouldn't it be easy for him to get anything he wanted in his life?
The tattoos of Hanjiang Tattoo Shop were simply a cheat.
Let alone a family heirloom.
It was worth hundreds of billions to exchange for that tattoo.
To be honest, his family heirloom was useless except for passing it on to the next generation.
However, Fatty was also curious.
What exactly was this family heirloom?
So he asked.
"Dad, you haven't told me what our family heirloom is?”
"Will it attract some bad luck if I say it?”
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the fat father spit.
"Bah!"
"Our family heirloom has existed since before the Qin Dynasty.”
"It's called the Everlasting Lamp, also known as the Mermaid Candle.”
"It's a kind of candle made from mermaid's grease. It can burn for thousands of years without extinguishing.”
"It is said that there are a total of seventy Eternal Lamps.”
"Later, 8864 of them were taken by the Qin Emperor and placed in his imperial tomb.”
"The remaining six will be kept in our house.”
Fatty Wang frowned. This thing had been passed down for eight generations. The key was that before the eighth generation, it wasn't the Qin Dynasty. It might have been during the Qing Dynasty.
He reckoned that the old man had made it up. Whether it was good or not, he would know at a glance.
Fatty picked up his wine glass and drank another cup with his father. Then, he saw his father lying on the rocking chair and sleeping soundly.
At this moment, Fatty's gaze was extremely firm as he looked at the old courtyard house.
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On the other side.
88 Xiangyun Road, Hanjiang Tattoo Hall.
Han Jiang was carefully studying the Five Ghosts Coffin Carrying Painting.
Because he understood the tattoo of the five ghosts carrying the coffin, Han Jiang realized that it was also very mysterious.
First of all, this tattoo itself was already very powerful.
However, if he wanted to upgrade him in the future, it would be very difficult.
This was because upgrading the Turtle Coffin Carrying Tattoo would strengthen the five little ghosts first.
The system explained that the tattoo of the five ghosts carrying the coffin could avoid the disadvantage of the little ghosts devouring lifespan.
However, if the little ghost did not devour lifespan, it would not grow up.
If it was for money, it didn't matter if the little ghost grew up or not.
Therefore, if he wanted to upgrade the tattoo of the five ghosts carrying the coffin, he had to feed the little ghosts.
It was just that tattooing on a person's body, other than things like lifespan and luck, they absolutely could not give up.
What else could he use to feed the little ghosts?
Just as Han Jiang was deep in thought, a bell suddenly rang.
Han Jiang looked down at his phone.
Caller ID: Ma Linger
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