Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 154 - 153: Yang Jing’s Agonizing Choice

Ten o’clock in the morning.

The gates of the refuge slowly opened, accompanied by the sound of engine roars, a fleet of eight identical minibuses drove out of the sanctuary.

The buses all had black curtains drawn, moving slowly and steadily on the road.

Beside the main road out of the city, on the rooftop of a tall building, Poison Lord and Day Traveler were watching the entire convoy through binoculars.

"Eight identical vehicles, we still don’t know which one Yang Dingguo is on. Let’s report this for now!" said Day Traveler slowly.

Next to him, Poison Lord chimed in, "Not knowing now doesn’t mean we’ll never find out."

"Yang Dingguo can’t stay on the bus forever; he has to get off to relieve himself eventually."

Speaking of which, Poison Lord activated Tattoo Power, and a blackish bowl appeared in his hand.

Poison Lord excelled in Gu techniques, and this bowl was formed using his Tattoo Power, containing various types of poison Gu insects.

Though Poison Lord’s combat abilities weren’t particularly strong, his poison Gu possessed many strange and unique abilities.

After finishing speaking, Poison Lord flicked his fingers, and two shadows flew out from the bowl. Looking closely, they turned out to be two transparent fluttering moths.

The two moths flew above the convoy, maintaining the same speed as the vehicles.

Since the moths were transparent, they were invisible to the naked eye.

With these two fluttering moths monitoring from above, Poison Lord could determine from which vehicle Yang Dingguo disembarked and onto which vehicle he boarded.

After releasing the moths to surveil the convoy, Poison Lord said to Day Traveler, "With these two Gu insects sensing within a ten-mile radius, let’s keep our distance."

"If Lin Yuan discovers us, we’ll be doomed."

"I don’t want to do this cannon fodder job for another day!"

Mentioning Lin Yuan, Poison Lord was indeed fearful.

While Poison Lord was monitoring the convoy with his poison Gu, Lin Yuan had already left a flame mark on Day Traveler.

Currently, Lin Yuan knew Day Traveler’s position like the back of his hand.

Inside one of the eight identical minibusses.

"Ugh, so tired!"

Zhang Zhen, disguised as Yang Dingguo, was relaxing in the bus, kicking back and sipping a drink.

On the other side, Yang Dingguo, with a changed appearance, continued handling various official duties.

The bus curtains were drawn, allowing Zhang Zhen to be at ease inside. However, when it was time to get off, he had to maintain his stance.

Right now, he looked like Yang Dingguo, so he couldn’t appear slack and careless, like a hooligan.

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Lin’an City.

Inside a secret chamber at the Deceitful King Faction headquarters.

"Ah!"

"Ah! Ah!"

Painful screams echoed continuously from the chamber, the voice was very familiar, belonging to Yang Jing.

Several dark iron chains tightly restrained Yang Jing, who writhed on the ground, displaying a painful expression, continuously roaring in anger.

After-effects!

After implanting the organs of Evil Spirits, Yang Jing survived but was left with severe after-effects.

At least seventy to eighty percent of his organs came from Evil Spirits. Humans eat grains, but Evil Spirits consume humans.

The organs of Yang Jing came from Evil Spirits, so to keep these organs functioning, the required energy is...

Human blood.

Since Yang Jing acquired these organs from Evil Spirits, he has developed an addiction to human blood; he must ingest human blood daily to ensure his organs operate normally.

Otherwise, he would experience piercing pain throughout his body, as if every cell was tearing apart.

Although Yang Jing was outfitted with organs from various Evil Spirits, his brain remained his own.

His thoughts were still Yang Jing’s own.

Thus, despite a physiological dependency on human blood, Yang Jing was psychologically very uneasy.

The purpose of having himself bound in chains was to break free from the dependency on human blood.

But that’s impossible.

Because Yang Jing’s situation with blood is different from that of addiction; addiction is a psychological dependency, whereas the physiology does not demand it.

Thus, if one’s willpower is strong enough, overcoming addiction is achievable.

However, Yang Jing’s dependency on blood is different.

His organs originate from Evil Spirits, and the sustenance Evil Spirits require is human blood.

The dependency of Yang Jing’s organs on blood is akin to a car’s dependency on gasoline.

To make a car run, one must refuel; without gas, the car won’t move.

The same logic applies to Yang Jing’s organs: to make these organs originate from Evil Spirits function properly, human blood is necessary for sustenance.

Unless Yang Jing dies, he can never eliminate his dependency on human blood.

It must be said that Yang Jing has incredible willpower.

Despite being bound in chains and enduring excruciating pain as if being torn apart, he persisted.

However, due to the lack of human blood intake, his organs started to enter a dormant state, and his aura grew increasingly weak.

Yang Jing had secretly vowed never to consume human blood again.

He cannot, must not become a monster that feeds on human blood.

If that were the case, he would rather die.

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"Ghost Leader."

"Ghost Leader, Ghost Leader."

The Ghost Leader brought a group of people to the outside of the secret chamber, and the Life Pattern Masters guarding outside the chamber all bowed in salute.

"Is Yang Jing still causing trouble?" the Ghost Leader asked the people at the door.

The Life Pattern Master at the door naturally didn’t dare to hide anything and answered truthfully, "All day long, hasn’t touched a drop of blood."

"We sent someone in several times, and they were all cursed out by him."

The Ghost Leader looked inside through the window on the door, at this moment, Yang Jing was lying on the ground squirming.

Yes, squirming, not struggling.

Due to the lack of blood, most of his organs had already entered a dormant state, and at the moment, he didn’t have the strength to struggle at all.

Even the roaring sound from his mouth was now almost inaudible.

For Yang Jing’s willpower, even the Ghost Leader felt some admiration.

This is a talent!

As long as he could be subdued completely, he would surely become his right-hand man.

"Open the door!" the Ghost Leader ordered the Life Pattern Master at the door.

Upon hearing the Ghost Leader’s command, the Life Pattern Master guarding the door hurriedly opened it, and the Ghost Leader led his people inside.

"Bring the blood!" the Ghost Leader instructed his subordinates behind him.

Immediately, someone came with a tray, on the tray was a wine glass.

However, what was in this wine glass was not an ’82 Lafite, but fresh blood.

"Drink it."

"Drink it and it won’t be so painful!" The Ghost Leader’s voice was laced with compulsion.

Yang Jing’s organs, due to blood deprivation, had entered a dormant state.

At this moment, Yang Jing was groggy, his mind was blank, and his eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

"Gulp!" Yang Jing laboriously opened his eyelids, looking at the wine glass in the Ghost Leader’s hand, he swallowed hard, feeling as if ants were crawling all over his body.

An itch that reached deep into his soul, it was a clawing, clawing feeling!

Facing his body’s immense craving, Yang Jing forcibly suppressed it with his willpower, his voice hoarse as he said, "No, not possible!"

"I won’t drink it!"

Yang Jing’s resolute willpower made even the Ghost Leader a bit embarrassed.

"This is blood from the hospital’s blood bank, no one was killed."

"Drink it, if you continue like this, you’ll die." The Ghost Leader’s voice was full of compulsion, making it feel impossible to refuse.

Yang Jing laboriously opened his eyes, his gaze somewhat unfocused, he knew, that the reason he had turned into this non-human, ghostly being was all thanks to the person in front of him!

However, he couldn’t bring himself to hate the Ghost Leader.

If it weren’t for the Ghost Leader, he would probably already be dead.

"Kill me, please kill me!"

"I don’t want to become this non-human, ghostly being."

"Kill me, kill me!" Yang Jing’s voice was hoarse, but incredibly firm.

From Yang Jing’s words, it was clear that his desire was to die.

Does Yang Jing want to die? Would the Ghost Leader let him die?

Definitely not.

After all, quite an investment had been made in Yang Jing.

The Blood Pill Yang Jing snatched from the Zhang Family, the Evil Spirits’ organs used to save Yang Jing, those were all resources from the Deceitful King Faction!

The nature of the Ghost Leader was, in fact, still that of a businessman.

Businessmen never hesitate to invest, but they must recover their investment tenfold or a hundredfold at least.

Does Yang Jing want to die now?

It’s impossible for the Ghost Leader to let him die.

Before squeezing out the last bit of value from Yang Jing, he would never allow Yang Jing to die.

The Ghost Leader had achieved mastery in the art of human manipulation.

He knew that it was necessary to make Yang Jing ignite his own hope to live, willingly working for him.

Otherwise, Yang Jing as a card would be a useless one.

"Yang Jing, you cannot die."

"Your sister has woken up, don’t you want to see her?" The Ghost Leader’s voice sounded in Yang Jing’s ears.

"What?"

"Chan’Er woke up?" Suddenly, as if a force had surged into Yang Jing’s body, his voice raised a few notches. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

After the excitement, a look of despair appeared on Yang Jing’s face, he spoke to himself with infinite loneliness, "No, I cannot see her."

"I don’t want Chan’Er to see me like this, a non-human, ghostly being."

"I can’t see her, I can’t see her."

Seeing Yang Jing like this, wisdom sparkled in the Ghost Leader’s eyes, he knew Yang Jing already had the will to survive.

"I have a way to help you recover, but there’s no such thing as a free lunch, the Blood Pill from the Zhang Family needs an explanation, the organization’s investment in you needs to be recouped."

"Work for me and the organization for three years, then we’ll be even. By then, you can live a normal life with your sister."

"Of course, being a businessman, I don’t force business. I’ll be waiting in the next office, if you’re willing to make a deal, just drink this blood, I’ll be waiting next door." Having said this, the Ghost Leader left.

In the next office, the Ghost Leader was leisurely brewing tea.

He brewed two cups, placed one in front of himself, and another across from him.

Clearly, he was confident Yang Jing would come.