The Grand Tattoo Yin Master

On the seventh night after Grandma's death, the tattoo needle she left behind suddenly stabbed into my palm. As blood dripped, I saw the whole room filled with underworld bailiffs, fastening chains around my family's necks. To save myself, I was forced to tattoo a scene of a hundred ghosts roaming the night across my back. When the final incantation was complete, the entire underworld shook violently: “Who dares tattoo the Ten Kings of Hell onto their own body?”