Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings-Chapter 148 - 146: Yang Jing, a True Man

With the foundation of the Zhang Family built so expansively, Zhang Yuandong indeed has the vision.

"Someone, go to my study and bring the Blood Pill to him." Zhang Yuandong instructed the bodyguard beside him.

After ordering his men to get the Blood Pill, Zhang Yuandong gestured to the bodyguards near him to relax.

Then, Zhang Yuandong sat on the sofa in the living room, signaling Yang Jing to sit down for a chat.

"Yang Jing, right?"

"I’ll just call you Young Friend Yang Jing! You want the Blood Pill, there’s no need to use such tactics."

"You are a confidant of the Ghost Leader, and I, Zhang Yuandong, also follow Ghost Leader’s guidance. We are all one family, and there’s no way I would leave you in the lurch."

"No need to be too tense, let’s sit down and talk."

As they say, don’t hit a smiling person. If Yang Jing wants the Blood Pill, Zhang Yuandong would give it to him.

With the Blood Pill, at least his life would be saved.

As for tonight’s losses, Zhang Yuandong would go to the Ghost Leader for reparations.

After all, who made Yang Jing a man of the Ghost Leader?

"No need for courtesy!"

"I’ll take the Blood Pill and leave immediately!" Yang Jing said with a cold face. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Soon enough, the bodyguard brought half a Blood Pill from the safe in the study.

The bodyguard handed the Blood Pill to Zhang Yuandong, and without hesitating, Zhang Yuandong handed the Blood Pill to Yang Jing and said, "It’s here, take it!"

Yang Jing reached out to take the Blood Pill, but due to his severe injuries, he staggered and almost fell.

In desperation, he supported himself on the table and took a while to regain his composure.

Seeing Yang Jing in such a critically injured state, Zhang Peng, who had been standing behind Zhang Yuandong, immediately had other thoughts.

His father, Zhang Yuandong, was willing to hand over the Blood Pill, but he was not.

Why?

Any random person dares to come to their Zhang Family to snatch things.

Initially, Zhang Peng wasn’t confident in winning against Yang Jing, so he had been restrained until now.

Now, seeing Yang Jing wobbling even while walking, he was unwilling to give way.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Daring to come to our Zhang Family to snatch things?"

"Dad, this Blood Pill cannot be given to him!" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Peng directly used his Tattoo Ability, and the Wind-Fire Wheel and Fire-tipped Spear appeared out of thin air.

"Old Third, don’t get reckless..." Zhang Yuandong was about to stop Zhang Peng, but unfortunately, before he could finish his words, Zhang Peng already charged forward.

With the Wind-Fire Wheel at a fast speed, in the blink of an eye, Zhang Peng had reached in front of Yang Jing.

Zhang Peng raised the Fire-tipped Spear, and the spear tip came stabbing towards Yang Jing’s heart.

Yang Jing, in his severely injured state, knew that Zhang Peng’s strength wasn’t weak.

Yang Jing was aware that he couldn’t get entangled with Zhang Peng; in his current physical condition, he couldn’t afford a prolonged fight.

Since he couldn’t afford it, he must strike with full force in one attack to defeat the enemy.

Yang Jing mobilized the limited energy within him, and on his forehead, the Heavenly Eye manifested, shooting a golden light at Zhang Peng.

Enveloped by the golden light, Zhang Peng’s movements slowed as if he were deep in a quagmire.

"Bang!"

Yang Jing gave a swift strike with the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, hitting Zhang Peng’s waist, sending him flying a dozen meters.

He fell heavily onto the living room’s television, and the over one hundred inches large TV shattered under Zhang Peng’s impact.

"Poof!"

Zhang Peng spat out a mouthful of blood, evidently severely wounded by the strike.

Zhang Peng was clearly unconvinced, struggling to stand up to prove himself.

Lately, Zhang Peng’s pride had taken quite a beating.

He used to think, among human Life Pattern Masters, he should be among the top.

Recently, however, he was defeated by Lin Yuan, turning from Zhang Peng to Zhang Peng, not to mention.

Now, facing a severely injured Yang Jing, he couldn’t even withstand a single round.

This made Zhang Peng hard to accept.

Actually, Yang Jing had already held back.

That last strike was with the flat of the Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife, a cut with the blade would have split Zhang Peng in two.

Zhang Yuandong, being a sharp-witted person, could naturally see that Yang Jing was holding back.

"Rascal, who told you to make a move!" Zhang Yuandong stepped forward, angrily scolding Zhang Peng, then personally handed the Blood Pill to Yang Jing.

"My lack of discipline, I apologize, Young Friend Yang Jing."

"You need the Blood Pill, take it!"

Yang Jing opened the box to check, confirmed the item was fine, and in the next moment, transformed into a golden light and disappeared.

"Dad!"

"You just gave him the Blood Pill?" Zhang Peng struggled to get up, clutching his chest as he spoke.

Zhang Yuandong squinted a bit, pondered for a moment, then said, "What can we do if not give it? Are you his match?"

"Even if the Blood Pill is precious, could it possibly be more precious than our lives?"

"However, this matter won’t be over; Old Ma has to give me an explanation."

At this, Zhang Yuandong picked up the nearby phone and dialed a number.

"Beep."

"Beep, beep."

After several busy signals, the call was finally answered.

"Old Zhang, what’s the matter calling so late?" The voice on the other end belonged to the Deceitful King Faction’s Ghost Leader.

Zhang Yuandong, with a tone of dissatisfaction, said, "Old Ma, how are you training your men?"

"Yang Jing just came to me, he grabbed the remaining half of the Blood Pill."

"What?" At this, the Ghost Leader on the other end of the phone sounded a bit surprised.

Yang Jing was his man. Logically, when Yang Jing returned, he should have seen him first, and then through him, get the Blood Pill from Zhang Yuandong!

"Did he kill Lin Yuan?" the Ghost Leader asked.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yuandong snorted coldly, dissatisfied. "If he had killed Lin Yuan, would I still use the word ’grab’?"

"Your man isn’t a match for Lin Yuan, so he turned his aim on me, grabbing it from our Zhang Family!"

"Old Ma, you need to give me an explanation this time..."

However, before Zhang Yuandong could finish speaking, the call was abruptly ended with a busy signal on the other end.

The Ghost Leader had hung up because Yang Jing had already appeared in front of him.

Yes, just appeared without warning.

Yang Jing, covered in blood, stood before him with a Three-Pointed Double-Blade Knife in hand.

"Yang Jing, you took the Zhang Family’s Blood Pill?"

"The Zhang Family’s call already reached me. Handling things this way makes it difficult for me!" The Ghost Leader frowned at Yang Jing.

"Blood Pill!" Yang Jing’s voice was hoarse, uttering just two words.

When Yang Jing left at the time, he placed the half of the Blood Pill he first acquired with the Ghost Leader.

"I’m talking about the Zhang Family’s matter?"

"And Lin Yuan, you slipped up, what exactly is going on...."

Before the Ghost Leader could finish speaking, Yang Jing reiterated, "Blood Pill."

"Give me the Blood Pill."

At this moment, the killing intent emanating from Yang Jing engulfed the Ghost Leader.

He was near his limit.

Now, whoever dared to stop him would be killed without hesitation.

Under the blanket of Yang Jing’s homicidal aura, the Ghost Leader started to panic a bit.

Yang Jing was his driver and bodyguard, and the Ghost Leader knew all too well the extent of Yang Jing’s capabilities.

If he ended up killed by his own bodyguard, that would be ridiculous.

"Here!" The Ghost Leader hastily handed Yang Jing the half of the Blood Pill that was kept there.

After receiving the Blood Pill, Yang Jing said nothing and disappeared from the spot.

In the next moment, Yang Jing appeared in the intensive care unit.

At this moment, Yang Jing was already at the end of his rope.

He leaned over the hospital bed, using all his strength to take out the Blood Pill, pushing it into his sister’s mouth.

"Chan’Er, brother can’t stay with you!"

"Brother is useless, he can only do this much for you."

"This... this Blood Pill, brother doesn’t even know if it can save you, but this is the last thing brother can do for you!"

"If you can wake up, remember to live well, live... well..."

As Yang Jing said this, he reached out to touch his sister’s face one last time, but before he could reach her face, his hand fell powerlessly.

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...

Half an hour later.

The Ghost Leader and Zhang Yuandong arrived at the hospital together.

"Where’s Yang Jing?"

"How is Yang Jing?" The Ghost Leader was quick to inquire about Yang Jing’s condition upon meeting the people he stationed at the hospital.

The Ghost Leader valued Yang Jing greatly, as Yang Jing’s skills were formidable. If he could fully convert Yang Jing for his own use, Yang Jing would be a great asset.

"He seems to be on the verge of collapse!" a subordinate responded.

Zhang Yuandong, puzzled, chimed in, "That’s impossible!"

"The Blood Pill has already been taken by him. Even if he suffered severe injuries, the Blood Pill should be able to save his life."

The Ghost Leader furrowed his brows, seemingly realizing something, and spoke in a low tone, "He didn’t take the Blood Pill for himself."

As soon as the Ghost Leader finished his sentence, a subordinate quickly agreed, "Right, right!"

"He fed that Blood Pill to the woman in the ward."

The Ghost Leader, along with Zhang Yuandong, moved towards the emergency room. By this time, the emergency room’s light had already turned off.

"President Ma, there’s no saving him."

"All his organs have failed, his blood almost drained; the fact he’s held on until now is a medical miracle."

"We’ve tried every available method, but it’s truly unsalvageable; there’s just one last breath left!" The doctor spoke with a grim expression.

Zhang Yuandong suggested from the side, "How about seeking help from a few supportive Life Pattern Masters?"

The doctor replied, "Useless, they’ve already been here, they couldn’t save him either."

The Ghost Leader glanced at Yang Jing lying on the bed, his electrocardiogram almost a straight line, and asked the doctor, "Is there any way to keep him from dying for twenty more minutes?"

The doctor pondered for a moment, then nodded, saying, "Use adrenaline, at the maximum dosage."

This adrenaline thing, even when King Yama marks your death in the Book of Life and Death, it gives you a few extra minutes with your family before you go.

"Do it!" the Ghost Leader ordered.

While the doctors went to administer adrenaline to Yang Jing, the Ghost Leader instructed his men, "Get him to the lab as fast as you can."

The Ghost Leader’s lab was the one that developed the tattoo suture technology.

Since normal methods couldn’t save Yang Jing anymore,

he had no choice but to let the group of madmen in the lab give it a try.

Perhaps, those madmen in the lab had a plan that could keep Yang Jing alive.