In the brightly lit room, large full-length mirrors surrounded the area.
In the center, a huge, completely naked man was sitting cross-legged.
He was built like a steel tower, his face covered with thick beard, looking fierce, his exposed skin completely covered with tattoos.
Around his lower abdomen, the tattoos were of beasts, on his stomach were birds, and on his chest were five hollow circles of varying sizes, each surrounded by intricate Manchu script, resembling five eerie suns.
On his back, however, was tattooed a malicious ghost, skin and bones, with a swollen belly and greedy eyes, holding a fork in one hand and a baby in the other, stuffing it into its mouth, the whole image exuding a thick aura of evil and death.
At this moment, the robust man was tattooing the sixth hollow circle on his chest.
Despite his burly size, his tattooing technique was extremely delicate, not even a trace of blood could be seen as the tattoo knife pierced his skin.