Chapter 907: Intimidating with the Blood Soul Curse

Chapter 907: Chapter 907: Intimidating with the Blood Soul Curse

As soon as the words fell, several thugs surrounded Feng Jiuge, greedily staring at her exquisite and beautiful face.

"Boss, let me go second, I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my life, her figure is so alluring it’s making my nose bleed."

"Look at you, tonight make her kneel and serve you until you’re satisfied!"

The bald thug laughed heartily, wishing he could pounce on Feng Jiuge immediately.

"Disgusting fellows, truly revolting!"

Feng Jiuge spat out the words coldly, her beautiful eyes filled with disdain.

She wanted to enjoy her meal, but these scumbags ruined her mood.

Yang Cheng didn’t move, dealing with these small fry didn’t require him.

The bald thug became angry out of shame, cursing: "Bitch, how dare you find me disgusting, I’ll fill you up today!"

Then he turned to Yang Cheng, sneering: "Kid, if you’re smart, don’t move around, or I’ll ruin you too!"

He rolled up his sleeves, revealing full-arm tattoos, intending to intimidate Yang Cheng with them.

The other men also rolled up their clothes, showing off their tattoos, each one looking menacing.

Yang Cheng looked at their appearance and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. ℯℯ𝑙.

"What are you laughing at? Never seen tattoos before?"

The bald thug yelled.

"Your tattoos are so childish, I’ve played with better ones."

Yang Cheng sneered disdainfully, then leisurely put down his chopsticks, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a grotesque mark on his chest.

The Blood Soul Curse mark was emitting a dark red glow, the large black mark covered in blood-red lines, which squirmed under the skin like living creatures, forming a ghastly ghost face pattern.

The ghost face was vivid, its pair of blood-red eyes seemed to be watching something, the corners of its mouth slightly upturned into a sinister smile, the blood-colored lines faintly writhing and changing, appearing especially terrifying, like a real ghost perched on his chest.

Several men’s expressions changed slightly upon seeing this scene, but quickly regained their arrogance.

"Tch, what’s so special about it? You think a ghost face tattoo can scare me?"

The bald thug sneered disdainfully, "I’ve seen more tattoos than you’ve had meals, you think a lousy tattoo can act tough? Do you think I’m a three-year-old?"

"Exactly, no matter how good a tattoo looks, it can’t eat people."

"A rookie, what’s the use of a tattoo? Don’t think we’d be scared of a tattoo."

The men mocked one after another, but their gazes dodged, not daring to look at the tattoo directly.

It’s said tattoos have specific meanings, and if you get something too sinister, you might face backlash, so they’ve only dared to tattoo something like dragons and tigers.

The bald thug got more excited as he spoke, sneering, "My tattoo cost several dozen grand, how much is that piece of junk worth, maybe it’s just painted on?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly went wide.

Because he saw that the ghost face on Yang Cheng’s chest moved!

The gruesome ghost face slowly rotated its blood-red eyes, the curve of its mouth growing larger into an even more sinister smile.

The blood-colored lines squirming under the skin like live snakes, emitting an eerie red light, the whole ghost face seemed about to break free from Yang Cheng’s chest.

Meanwhile, Yang Cheng’s smile also turned eerie, the corners of his mouth slightly raised to reveal white teeth, his eyes chillingly cold, like a ghost from hell.

All the men saw this scene, instantly turned pale with fright, their legs weakened, almost collapsing to the ground.

"A ghost... a ghost!"

The bald thug screamed, turned, and ran, crawling and stumbling out of the restaurant.

The other men also fled in panic, some even knocking over chairs at the door, looking utterly disgraceful.

The restaurant fell silent, everyone stared at Yang Cheng dumbfounded.

Yang Cheng nonchalantly buttoned up his shirt, then waved to the dumbfounded waiter.

"Please call your manager, I’ll pay for the damages."

The waiter finally came back to his senses and hurriedly went to call the manager.

Feng Jiuge looked at Yang Cheng and couldn’t help but laugh.

"You’re something else, using the Blood Soul Curse to scare people."

She shook her head, her beautiful eyes filled with helplessness and amusement, "That ghost face moving, even I felt a chill, let alone those ruffians."

"Making the best of a bad situation."

Yang Cheng spread his hands, a smile on his lips, "Since it’s on me, why not use it."

Soon, the manager came over, very respectfully thanking Yang Cheng, as they were also afraid of those thugs.

Yang Cheng immediately compensated the restaurant for its losses, then ordered a few more dishes and continued the meal with Feng Jiuge.

"Should we go to the Cui Family tonight and state our purpose?"

Feng Jiuge asked.

"No rush, let’s see the old man’s condition first, if we can cure his illness, we’ll have a bigger chance of asking for the Earth Core Fire."

Yang Cheng said solemnly.

Feng Jiuge nodded in agreement, saying nothing more.

After they finished their meal, night had fallen. Yang Cheng settled the bill and walked out of the restaurant with Feng Jiuge.

"It’s dark, let’s find a place to stay first."

Yang Cheng looked at the sky, Qing City nights arrived earlier than Zhonghai, there weren’t many people on the streets now.

They searched several nearby hotels, but all were fully booked.

"What’s going on today? Why are all the rooms booked?"

Feng Jiuge frowned.

"It’s probably all the doctors who came to treat the Cui Family’s old man, and some onlookers, filling up the hotels."

Yang Cheng explained.

They tried several more places, the result was the same, finally they found a room in a secluded small inn.

The small inn was in an alley, its facade small, a faded sign hanging at the entrance with the words "Peace Inn," the lettering somewhat blurred.

They pushed open the glass door, entered a narrow reception area, the dim lighting, and the air with an indescribable smell, like mildew mixed with cheap air freshener.

The receptionist was a lady in her fifties, snacking on seeds and watching TV, didn’t even lift her eyes when seeing them enter.

"Checking in?"

"Any rooms left?"

Yang Cheng asked.

"Yes, the last one, eighty bucks a night, register if you want to stay."

The lady finally raised her head, her gaze swept over them, a faint glint in her eyes.

"We’ll stay."

Yang Cheng handed over his ID.

The lady registered them, took a set of old-fashioned keys from a drawer, and tossed them on the counter.

"Second floor, the room at the end."

Yang Cheng picked up the keys, and went upstairs with Feng Jiuge.