Three ghosts, each with different identities.
The first ghost was a middle-aged man, with a large belly, wearing an official robe from an unknown dynasty.
The second ghost was a monk, dressed in tattered kasaya, smiling, meditating toward the Blood Tree.
The third ghost was a Taoist, with a Taoist Scripture tucked at his waist, standing in place, gazing up at the sky, pondering something unknown.
The branches of the Blood Tree lashed out at the three ghosts.
The branches were like whips, one lash after another, tearing the ghosts apart and then absorbing their remnant souls into the branches.
Then, the branches began tattooing on the back of the baby on the tree.
The three ghosts became three tattoos.
The first tattoo—Heavenly Official Blessing.
The second tattoo—Flower-picking Handprint.
The third tattoo—Wordless Heavenly Scripture.
The designs this time looked quite orthodox, unlike the eerie ones from the last six pieces,
Zhou Xuan was still marveling,
