I first came to Vervecity not long ago. Thanks to Grandpa leaving me the address, otherwise I really wouldn't know where to find him. Losing these twin wives would be a huge loss—even if I could only pick one, it'd still be better than being single right now.
After closing the tattoo parlor, Stein and I took a ride to the address Grandpa had left for me.
When we arrived, we realized this was a famous affluent neighborhood in Vervecity. Rows of high-end villas stood before us, and the area's environment was nothing short of luxurious.
Grandpa really must be my own grandfather—not only did he secure me a pair of twin wives, but there's also a wealthy father-in-law. My heart couldn't be more thrilled. Maybe I wouldn't even have to work hard to earn that hundred million.
This upscale neighborhood wasn't easy to enter. The security guard said only residents with access cards or those escorted by residents could go in. The two of us were simply not allowed.
I had no choice but to ask the guard if a family named Jennings lived here—one with twin daughters.
One of the older guards said there used to be such a person, but he had moved away with his twin daughters and sold the villa.
Moved away? Damn it, how was I supposed to find him now? There were so many Jennings in Vervecity—it was like searching for a needle in a haystack. And I'd never even seen him before.
I asked the guard why he had moved out and where he had gone.
The guard said he didn't know the new location, only that Jennings had left to avoid someone. The Jennings family had lived here for a long time, so whoever they were avoiding must have been a real plague for them to sell their villa and move away.
The guard rambled on, but it was basically useless information. Still, it made me sneeze repeatedly. Stein asked if I had a cold.
I shook my head and said no, but I had a feeling someone was cursing me!
With Jennings gone, any connection to me was basically severed. In this sea of people, my chances of finding him were practically zero.
Just thinking about it made me want to cry—my twin wives!
Twins are every man's dream, and I thought my unattainable fantasy was about to come true. But now, it felt like I'd been slapped hard across the face.
I didn't want to wake up, but I had to. The dream, after all, had been shattered!
I tore up the address, then hung my head and told Stein we should go home. But just then, a woman called out to Stein.
I recognized her—Violet, a top-tier actress. Whether in movies or TV, anything she starred in became an instant hit. She was the undisputed leading lady, sometimes single-handedly carrying entire productions.
Violet was also stunningly beautiful. Unlike many internet-famous faces, her beauty carried an air of elegance and sophistication.
But I was a little puzzled—why would someone of her status be calling out to Stein?
A limousine was trying to enter the neighborhood when Violet suddenly stuck her head out the window and called out to Stein.
Stein was confused for a moment but then responded in kind—so they really did know each other!
Violet waved us over, signaling for us to get in the car. Stein wasn't shy at all; as soon as the beautiful girl called out, her two short legs jumped up, and I had no choice but to follow.
This was a Maserati—my first time sitting in one. The satisfaction I felt was innate.
Inside the car, besides Violet, there was also her assistant, who was also very beautiful with an exquisite figure.
Once we were in, the driver pulled into the neighborhood. Violet asked Stein about Mr. Rhett, saying she hadn't been able to reach him in years and that the tattoo parlor was closed.
Obviously, she was asking about my grandfather. Did this A-list star also want a Tattoo of Gods and Ghosts?
At this point, Stein pointed at me and said, "Miss Violet, this is Mr. Rhett's grandson, Roger. If you want a Tattoo of Gods and Ghosts, you can look for him."
"Oh, so young?" Violet frowned at me, as if she didn't quite trust me.
I couldn't blame her. As the saying goes, "You can't trust a man with no hair on his mouth." Grandpa had also said that the older you are, the more reliable you become—especially in matters related to the netherworld!
Of course, since I'm carrying on the family craft, my tattoo skills aren't bad. Naturally, I didn't want to leave a poor impression.
"Miss Violet, don't worry. My work will never be worse than Grandpa's. Whatever he can do, I can do."
There was a slight exaggeration in that statement, but it was mostly true—Grandpa had already taught me all his tattooing techniques.
"Really? Then I'll have to ask you for a Tattoo of Gods and Ghosts!"
Violet spoke just as we arrived in front of a two-story villa. She invited us inside, and the décor could only be described as luxurious and extravagant.
After some hospitality, Violet got down to business—the reason she wanted a Tattoo of Gods and Ghosts.
It turned out that when she was first becoming famous, she had a boyfriend and got pregnant.
But she couldn't keep the baby back then, nor could she let her fans find out about the boyfriend—it would have ruined her career.
Later, she hid the pregnancy and aborted the child. Her boyfriend fought bitterly with her, and their relationship became increasingly strained until they finally broke up.
Normally, this wouldn't be a big deal. Violet's career was thriving—she could always move on to a better romance. But ever since the abortion, she had been plagued by nightmares of a blood-covered fetus coming for her every night.
That fetus crawled under her feet and onto her back, then kept calling for its mother. Violet tried to rip it off, only to twist its head off.
The horrible head even made a noise and asked, "Mommy, are you trying to kill me again?"
Violet woke up utterly terrified. This nightmare had been recurring for a long time. Every night it was the same blood-covered fetus - unformed, its body wrinkled as if soaked in blood for too long, twisting and turning as it moved. It was horrifying to behold.
At first it was just a dream, but later, she actually saw the fetus.
Sometimes under the bed, sometimes in the cupboard, sometimes in dark corners of the house, sometimes in the refrigerator - it was covered in blood, appearing everywhere.
At night, as soon as the lights turned off it would crawl out calling for its mother. Violet never dared to sleep in darkness or stay alone in the house, always requiring her assistant's company.
Initially, Violet thought she had mental problems, but medical examinations showed nothing wrong. She hired monks to chant scriptures and help her aborted fetus find peace, to no avail. Then she sought Daoist priests to exorcise the evil spirit, hoping to drive away the blood-covered fetus, but nothing worked. She seriously suspected the people she hired were just charlatans incapable of real spiritual work.
That's when she remembered the Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts and my grandfather.
Actually, Violet already knew about Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts. She had visited the tattoo parlor and met my grandpa before, back when she wasn't famous yet - just a trainee artist accompanying her boss to the parlor.
The magic of Tattoos of Gods and Ghosts that my grandfather performed had left a lasting impression on her to this day.