No, I Was Wrong, Boss Han, Can This Tattoo Stop?
"Aiyo!"
"Well, I'll say it."
On the second floor of the Hanjiang Tattoo Hall, a series of sighs came from it.
Fatty Wang gritted his teeth as he lay on the tattoo bed, sweating profusely.
"Boss Han."
"I don't think it's a big deal.”
"But…"
Fatty Wang narrowed his eyes and turned his head with difficulty. He glanced at his back.
Although he couldn't see the tattoo that Hanjiang had given him.
However, he could see that there was no one on his back. There was only Hanjiang's hand and a needle.
So he continued.
"But why do I feel so heavy?”
"It's like someone's sitting on me.”
"I can't even breathe!”
Han Jiang nodded slightly and said.
"I'm fine."
"It's normal."
After that, Hanjiang didn't say anything else.
At this moment, a malevolent-looking, green-faced, and fanged little ghost had already taken shape behind Fatty Wang.
This was the first one.
When the outline of the little ghost had just formed, Fatty Wang felt his back become very heavy.
It had already been a few minutes. He was obviously the one lying down to rest, but now he felt more tired than running a marathon.
Hearing Han Jiang say that he was fine, Fatty Wang turned around and continued to lie on the bed.
She thought to herself that since Hanjiang said that he was fine, then he should be fine.
After all, he was the owner of the tattoo parlor.
When it came to tattoos, he was the one who had the most say.
However, Fatty Wang was still frowning. He felt the weight on his back and was puzzled.
Could it be that I've been lying down for too long?
Was his body numb?
Or was it caused by a lack of blood circulation?
Thinking about it carefully, he might have been lying down for too long.
If it was someone else, they might not have such a feeling.
However, Fatty Wang was slightly fatter, so it was normal for him to feel heavy.
Thinking of this, Fatty Wang did not care too much.
No matter how painful it was, he just had to grit his teeth and persevere.
So he asked.
"Boss Han, how much longer?"
" Two hours," Han Jiang said calmly.”
Fatty Wang almost cried when he heard that it would take two hours.
She thought to herself that she was already exhausted after more than half an hour.
Two more hours.
Damn it!
Another hour passed.
At this moment, Han Jiang raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He then glanced at Fatty Wang's back.
Three little ghosts had already appeared on Fatty Wang's back.
The three little ghosts all had green faces and fangs, and they looked ferocious.
However, the three little ghosts didn't have a happy smile on their faces. Instead, they felt as if they had received a lot of pressure.
No matter how one looked at it.
That little brat looked like he wanted to eat someone.
At this moment, Fatty Wang exclaimed again.
"Aiyo!"
"I can't, Boss Han. I really can't.”
"Good heavens, why do I feel that it's getting heavier and heavier?”
"It was fine just now. It was as if only one person was sitting on it.”
"My body feels as heavy as three people sitting on it.”
"This…"
"It's hard for me to breathe now.”
"How about…"
"Boss Han, why don't we take a break?”
The corners of Han Jiang's mouth curled up slightly. Then, he nodded and stood up. He took off his gloves and said indifferently,
"Alright, let's rest."
"I'll go get a glass of water."
After saying that, Han Jiang walked towards the stairs and went to the first floor.
Fatty Wang wanted to sit up, but he found that his body was so heavy that he needed a lot of strength to sit up.
Although his body was a little numb, he could still use his strength.
Fatty Wang spent a lot of effort to sit up, but his waist was pressed down so hard that he could not straighten up.
Sitting like this was more tiring.
Fatty Wang couldn't help but think.
What was happening?
Did tattoos have to suffer such a great sin?
Why didn't he feel that way when he looked at Zhang Qilin?
Even when little brother Qilin was in the Red Blood Fiend Tomb, he was so fast and his body was as light as a swallow. He did not feel very heavy at all.
Why is it that when it comes to me,
At this moment, footsteps came from downstairs.
"Ta…"
It was obvious that it was Hanjiang's footsteps.
Fatty Wang suddenly thought.
Before he got the tattoo, Hanjiang had warned him many times.
'There are some consequences that he can't bear.'
"You can't afford it if you don't color it."
Fatty Wang suddenly opened his eyes and could not help but mutter softly.
"Boss Han said…"
"Don't tell me that's what you mean?”
"I can't afford it. Are you referring to my current situation?”
To be honest, Fatty Wang did feel that he could not afford the current situation.
Thinking back to what Hanjiang had said, Fatty Wang really wanted to give himself two tight slaps.
Boss Han reminded me.
I actually didn't listen!
Fatty Wang sighed and began to believe Han Jiang's words without a doubt.
At this moment, the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Hanjiang had already reached the second floor.
He saw Fatty Wang struggling to lie back on the bed and shook his head slightly.
I told you long ago.
There are some consequences that you can't bear.
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