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Winston pulled open Custer's collar and laid him flat: "Everyone, move back a bit to let some air flow. I'm going to give him chest compressions now. If things don't improve, he might need artificial respiration..."

"Does he have any medical history? Has this happened before?" he asked.

The guy named Lucius shouted, "Cast also passed out while drinking a few days ago, but it was only for a short while, so we didn't pay attention and thought he was just drunk."

Zhao Hao watched from the side; he didn't know first aid and didn't know what to do.

However, just as Winston was pulling open Nacast's clothes, Zhao Hao noticed that the guy seemed to have a colorful tattoo on his back.

The tattoo is visible from under the ribs, and it looks like a large full back.

The instant the tattoo was revealed, Zhao Hao sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy!

Zhao Hao quickly looked up, and his demon-hunting senses caught a fleeting glimpse of a phantom of fortune above Nacast's head.

It was a semi-transparent demon face!

It's that Japanese-style Hannya demon mask, and it's absorbing Caster's original Qi!

Everyone has Qi, which is one of the foundations of human existence, but most people are unaware of it and cannot utilize it.

The aura images that Zhao Hao sees through his Qi observation are actually one of the external reactions of Qi, and can be used to infer a person's health, fortune, and destiny.

It's now obvious that some sinister thing is absorbing this Caster's Qi, or rather, his life force and spiritual potential.

Judging from the current situation, the ghost mask is about to take shape. If this continues, this kid's life is in danger!

Zhao Hao watched Winston intently performing chest compressions, sweat beading on his forehead from anxiety. He thought to himself, "I can't just stand by and watch. I'll do what I can to help Winston."

So, he began to activate his psychic powers, walked over and reached out to touch the other person's wrist, using his psychic powers to stimulate the tattoo on the other person's back, while preparing the Mage's Hand.

Naruhito was clearly a troublemaker; seeing this, he shouted, "What are you doing?"

He hadn't forgotten the scene where Zhao Hao shoved a plate of food into his face.

Zhao Hao looked inscrutable: "What do you know? I'm taking his pulse! You know nothing about the mysterious medical techniques of the Song Dynasty! Get out of here!"

"You..." Naruhiro ultimately remained silent.

After all, Zhao Hao was incredibly skilled in combat, and the mysterious medical techniques of the Song people were quite impressive. For his friend's sake, he couldn't stop him.

Sure enough, Zhao Hao's external spiritual energy stimulated the tattoo, and the eerie Prajna demon mask reappeared!

Zhao Hao seized the opportunity, raised his hand, and threw a punch towards the sky, startling everyone around him.

With a single punch, the mage shattered the light, translucent Prajna demon mask into pieces, causing it to dissipate.

Nacaste's Qi finally stabilized and stopped weakening.

Of course, judging from the current situation, this guy will be weak for at least a month or two. He's suffered a major blow!

"Alright, thanks to Winston's chest compressions, Caster is fine now."

The crowd was a little confused, thinking that the man had suddenly thrown a punch into the air, which seemed a bit crazy.

But Winston noticed that Castor's complexion was gradually improving and his heartbeat was becoming stronger.

In just over a minute, Caster slowly regained consciousness and lay weakly on the ground. He was a strong young man after all; if it had been an old man, he probably wouldn't have recovered.

"W-what's going on...what happened?" He looked at the group of people surrounding him, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Hao leaned closer and said, "You're awake! The surgery was a success. You're a girl now!"

Caster: "Huh?" w(?Д?)w I almost sat up abruptly!

The ambulance arrived shortly after and took him away. Ambulances are very expensive!

The composed young man extended his hand and shook hands with Winston and Zhao Hao. "Thank you both. It's all thanks to you that Custer is alright. I apologize for what happened before. My name is Kyle, it's nice to meet you."

Lucius, standing to the side, sneered, "You guys saved Castor, so I have to thank you. But don't think I'll forget you slapping the beef pie and sausage fried rice in my face!"

……

"Wow~ Zhao, I didn't know you actually knew Song Dynasty medical techniques! I've heard that Song Dynasty medical techniques are very mysterious!" Winston was very impressed with Zhao Hao's "Song Dynasty medical techniques".

Zhao Hao humbly replied, "I know a little bit."

Before leaving, Zhao Hao asked Nakel about Caster, especially about the tattoo.

It turns out that Caster was getting a tattoo at a tattoo shop run by Japanese people.

Castor immediately took a liking to the demon mask design, but the tattoo artist refused to tattoo it for him, saying that there were many requirements for this type of tattoo; only a high-ranking member of the local yakuza organization could get it. Otherwise, there would be trouble!

Upon hearing this, Castor, a reckless young man, exclaimed, "There's such a thing? I absolutely have to get this tattoo!"

With persistent pleading and the promise of money, the tattoo artist, who was new to the business and needed funds, agreed to the tattoo.

Zhao Hao warned in conclusion, "If the hospital can't find the cause, make sure this Caster gets the tattoo removed as soon as possible, otherwise this kind of thing will happen again, and it may get more and more serious."

Zhao Hao analyzed that the ghostly face was formed by the tattoo gradually eroding Kester's Qi/spiritual potential. Even though he had shattered it this time, as long as the tattoo remained, it might form again in the future.

This thing is like carrying a deadly demon on your back!

However, he only gave a warning and that was it; he didn't care whether Zhao Hao listened to it or not.

However, this incident also reminded Zhao Hao that at this point in time, the resurgence of psionic energy has given the inner world a greater impact on the outer world.

Even ordinary people would find it difficult to remain unaffected.

This time it was just a tattoo with special significance that mutated, so it's not a big problem. But if things continue like this, the various effects on the inner world will inevitably become more severe. Even those extraordinary creatures and species will gradually return to the surface world where psionic energy is becoming more active.

If the psychic resurgence doesn't disappear anytime soon, but instead intensifies, it's hard to say what the surface world will ultimately become!

It seems that the tasks of the Mysterious Bureau will become increasingly heavy in the near future.

Chapter 93 The Stick Disguised as a Song Dynasty Person

"Uncle Tie, why would a normal tattoo cause this kind of situation?! Has the tattoo come to life? I investigated the tattoo artist from Japan through the man in black, and he's not a superhuman!"

With nothing to do in the shop, Zhao Hao sought answers from Uncle Tie.

Uncle Tie wasn't surprised at all. While fiddling with the abacus and keeping accounts, he casually replied, "What do you think tattoos are?"

What is a tattoo?

Zhao Hao was stumped. What else could a tattoo be? It's just a tattoo! Is it some kind of mark of being handsome?

Uncle Tie said, "As early as the pre-Qin period, tattooing was a form of punishment, where characters were tattooed on the faces of criminals. There are other examples of tattoos used as warnings, such as the story of Yue Fei's mother tattooing characters on his back. Also, characters like Lu Zhishen, the Flower Monk, and Shi Jin, the Nine-Tattooed Dragon, in 'Water Margin' all have tattoos. Many traditional gangs have hereditary tattoos, each with special meaning, and they can't be tattooed casually..."

"There's a folk saying that people with weak fates can't handle tattoos. For example, tattoos of Guan Yu with open eyes, tigers descending the mountain, dragons over the shoulders, Tang Xuanzang, Zhong Kui, etc."

"This isn't just hearsay. Because in the earliest days, tattoos were totems etched onto the body. You know what a totem is, right? So, with skillful craftsmanship and enough dedication, even an ordinary person could create a tattoo imbued with spirit..."

Zhao Hao certainly knew about totems.

In the inner world, totems can probably be seen as a carrier or aggregate of non-living spiritual energy.

It is a kind of primitive, intangible belief.

For example, the Native American totems in this store, and those Inca Empire totems from South America.

These are vessels upon which the faith of countless people reside. Though they have no life of their own, the thoughts and intentions of millions are entrusted to them, ultimately giving them spiritual energy—even powerful spiritual energy!

There are many such examples among extraordinary individuals, where extraordinary items are often ancient artifacts with special significance passed down through generations, and then suddenly one day they become extraordinary items.

Totems and idols are naturally far more powerful than such extraordinary items.

However, such things are difficult to utilize, because only those who believed in them in those times could use them.

Just like the yakuza in Japan and the triads in Hong Kong, the tattoos on the bodies of those heroes from the common people hundreds of years ago all had special meanings and rules.

A well-done tattoo can bring good fortune, while a poorly done one can bring many hardships.

Because tattoos change your own Qi/spiritual potential!

In other words, that unlucky guy named Caster insisted on getting the Japanese Yakuza's Prajna Oni Mask tattooed. Even in the extreme world, you have to have a certain status to get that tattooed, and you have to be fierce enough, otherwise you will be backfired by it.

His worst and most severe backlash was that his active spiritual energy attached to and activated the Prajna Oni Mask. Although it had no self-awareness, it had already instinctively absorbed his spiritual potential.

If you inhale this a few more times, you'll die.

……

After two weeks of peaceful classes, Zhao Hao's mechanical design score actually increased by 1 point, reaching a professional level of 4 points!

This level of skill is already good enough to apply for related jobs at large companies; at least the skill level isn't too far off.

Zhao Hao found that when he encountered mechanical design, his mind would automatically be filled with inspiration, and his thoughts would flow like a spring. He only had a similar experience when writing about Liu Bei.

Zhao Hao: "I never imagined I was a genius in mechanical design! The original owner was absolutely amazing in this area!"

After lunch, Zhao Hao went to the literary society.

Although this club isn't very useful, it's quite fun.

When they arrived, they found a tall, handsome young Asian man talking animatedly, spitting everywhere.

Zhao Hao listened for a while and found it strange. It was all about "our Song Dynasty calligraphy blah blah blah," "our Song Dynasty history blah blah blah," and so on.

If he were a Song Dynasty person with a particularly strong sense of national pride, that would be one thing, but why does this guy talk so unreliably?

What? The lucky number for people in the Song Dynasty was 8? They could turn anything into delicious food? They all knew kung fu?

Zhao Hao initially thought he was joking with these people, but it turned out the guy was very serious.

And most importantly, they actually claimed that Leonardo da Vinci, Newton, Edison... might have Song Dynasty blood?!

Go to hell!

Why does this smell so strong?

Zhao Hao looked at the many naive and innocent students in the literary society with admiring eyes, and then looked at Song Chengxun, a descendant of the Song Dynasty nobles, and thought it wouldn't work.

His eyes lit up and he came up with an idea.

Just as Song Chenghun was speaking eloquently and persuasively, and some literary-minded girls were already inviting him to movies and meals during the holidays, Zhao Hao suddenly shouted: "Damn it! You son of a bitch, do you want to die? Don't you even recognize your ancestors? Are you still a descendant of the Korean people?"

Song Chenghun was basking in his own glory, feeling incredibly smug, when he was suddenly startled by the curse from his homeland. Instinctively, he turned and bowed, rubbing his hands together, exclaiming, "Thank you, Song Hami Da! It was a moment of confusion on my part; I was so enamored with the Celestial Empire that I couldn't resist impersonating you. I... eh? (in Korean)"

Sweating profusely, Song Sung-hoon suddenly realized something was wrong.

Am I being too nervous? Why did I blurt out the truth so easily?

The few literature girls who were listening to his nonsense felt something was wrong. "Isn't this Song Dynasty language?"

Having exposed his true identity as a South Korean, Song Seong-hun couldn't stay any longer and quickly made an excuse to leave.

Zhao Hao thought to himself with pride: As expected of the Koreans, I can smell their blatant claiming of ancestors from ten miles away!