Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 57: Wen Yingying’s Worries

Oligarchs, huh!

Oligarchs!

No question, oligarchs are the kind of people who ought to be strung up from streetlights.

Their interests, absolutely run counter to almost everyone else’s.

Especially a grassroots guy like Lin Yuan, who’s got crazy powers but zero background.

Once he comes into the spotlight, you can bet those oligarchs will set their eyes on him.

Deceitful King Faction.

This Deceitful King Faction is basically the oligarchs’ secret weapon to keep their status after the supernatural invasion!

Lin Yuan sank deep into thought, trying to figure out his next move.

He’s doomed to never piss in the same pot as those oligarchs, and now he’s already clashing with the Deceitful King Faction’s kill squads.

No doubt about it, sooner or later they’ll duke it out for real.

After thinking it over, Lin Yuan made up his mind.

Screw whatever damn Deceitful King Faction, Demon King Faction—if they’re dumb enough to mess with me, they’re toast.

Just one word.

Fight!

Just fight, that’s it.

I’m a barefoot guy—am I supposed to be scared of this pack of shoe-wearing pricks?

And besides, Peng City is my turf. If the Deceitful King Faction comes to Peng City, they won’t stand a chance against me, Lin Yuan.

As for waiting and leveling up for late game?

Late game?

You wanna talk about late game? Hell, then Lin Yuan won’t feel sleepy at all.

With all those tattoos on him, once they’re all awakened in the late game—even if the Bull Demon King shows up, he’ll end up plowing two acres for me; Sun Wukong pops by, I’ll snap his Golden Cudgel in half; Tathagata Buddha tries something, I’ll beat him till he’s got bumps all over his head....

What’s up?

You wanna say the Monkey caused trouble in the Underworld?

Well, then let’s debate. Let’s hash it out.

The Monkey even messed up the Celestial Court, you know.

So what, all those gods in the Celestial Court—the Three Pristine Ones, Four Imperial Lords, Five Directions, Five Elders, Ten Halls’ Monarchs, Twenty-Eight Star Constellations, Seventy-Two Officials—are they just a bunch of losers?

That’s just how the monkey story goes—Monkey’s the main character, and everyone else’s job is to make him look good.

Monkey raised hell in the Celestial Palace, but honestly, he was the only one playing for keeps—everyone else was just humoring him and going along for the ride.

Same thing in the Underworld—the Underworld gods were just acting along with him, putting on a show.

Monkey’s rampage in the Underworld—come on, the highest bigwig who showed up from Underworld was just Yama.

The Ten Yama Kings are mid-level managers for the Underworld. Above them, you’ve got Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Emperor Fengdu, Lord of Mount Tai—those ancient heavy-hitters.

And if you go even higher, there’s Lady Houtu, who embodies the Six Paths of Reincarnation and can arm-wrestle with the saints!

With all the tattoos covering every corner of the Underworld, once Lin Yuan unlocks them in late game, he’d seriously have nothing to fear.

"Brother Lin, what are you thinking about?" Wen Yingying tugged Lin Yuan, who was zoning out.

"Huh?" Lin Yuan snapped back to reality. "Nothing, really."

"Burn his body, and let’s head home!"

As soon as those words left her mouth, Lin Yuan summoned the Five-Pronged Heaven-Supporting Fork, and a jet of fire blasted out, spreading quickly to the Night Traveler’s corpse.

Black flames engulfed the body in seconds. Just three to five moments later, he was pure ash.

The sky was already getting light.

After getting in the car, Lin Yuan glanced at the navigation—already five in the morning.

"Vroom."

"Vroooom."

The engine roared, and the Land Rover Defender tore down the empty highway.

Lin Yuan was focused on driving, Wen Yingying was dead silent.

The only one with any energy was Zhang Zhen in the back, still crazily hyped and chattering nonstop.

Youngsters, man—nothing gets to them.

Hell, the whole Deceitful King Faction hunting Life Pattern Masters and skinning people didn’t even put a dent in his mood.

"Sister Ying, do you think the Deceitful King Faction totally hit a wall running into our boss?"

"No idea who those guys even are, but compared to our boss, they suck."

"Boss, boss—should we start a gang or something? Form an organization?"

"How about Overlord Gang? Boss shows up with full kingly swagger, all the heroes in the world flock to join!"

"Haha! I’m a genius, what an amazing name I came up with!"

....

....

Zhang Zhen rambled in the car forever, but not one person responded.

Yeah, things got a bit awkward that way.

Lin Yuan didn’t mention how the Deceitful King Faction was probably made up of the big-shot oligarchs from before the invasion.

He kept all his suspicions about them to himself—didn’t spill a word.

First off, it’s all just his own speculation anyway, no solid proof.

Second, telling Zhang Zhen and Wen Yingying wouldn’t help with anything.

He knows, and that’s enough. Zhang Zhen and Wen Yingying just need to follow orders, that’s all he needs from them.

"Ahem!" Zhang Zhen faked a couple coughs, then tried: "Boss, Sister Ying, why are you both ignoring me?"

Lin Yuan glanced back at Zhang Zhen, then snapped, "You talk too damn much!"

He didn’t bother wasting words on Zhang Zhen and instead turned to Wen Yingying in the passenger seat.

Her brow was furrowed, face so serious—clearly troubled by something.

"What’s on your mind?" Lin Yuan asked.

"Uh!" Wen Yingying looked blank for a second, then replied, "I wanna go see my dad!"

"Do you think those Deceitful King Faction people only target tattoos from living people, or do they mess with corpses too?"

"I remember you said my dad’s tattoo was super powerful. I’m worried those bastards might..."

"If, you know, it’s not convenient, forget it."

She trailed off, obviously anxious.

Her dad’s already dead—if his body gets defiled afterwards, that’s a whole new level of misery.

"Shouldn’t be, right? Your dad’s been dead for days!"

"Besides us, nobody knows he’s got the Celestial Lord of Nine Heavens, Thunderous Sound and Universal Transformation tattoo."

"The Deceitful King Faction folks shouldn’t know..." But before Lin Yuan could finish, he stomped the brakes—tires screeching hard, going "kkeerrr-kkeerrr."

The sudden stop caught Wen Yingying and Zhang Zhen off guard—they almost smacked their heads on the dash.

"Slow down!" Wen Yingying glared at Lin Yuan after the car steadied, pissed. "You just love driving like a maniac."

"Can’t go a minute without slamming the brakes!"

But Lin Yuan wasn’t bothered about his wild driving—he’d braked for a reason.

He’d just thought of something critical.

How the hell does the Deceitful King Faction hunt Life Pattern Masters so accurately?

Is it because they already know all the tattoos on the Life Pattern Masters? Plus, they know how strong or useful each tattoo is?

That’s probably the only explanation that fits.

That’s how those seven Deceitful King Faction kill squads can move so fast and score big every time.

"Let’s go to your place!"

"We need to check your dad’s body!" Lin Yuan said, grim-faced.

Before Wen Yingying could reply, he spun the car around and raced off toward her home.