Apocalypse: My Tattoos are Ten Yama Kings

Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul seems to prioritize the instinct to devour other residual souls above all else.

Even though he is bound by chains like monstrous pythons or dragons, he continues to struggle fiercely.

”Clang.”

”Clang, clang.”

Amidst Wu Nengsheng’s intense struggle, the chains make a loud noise.

Even with the augmentation from the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the chains still cannot bind Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul. He drags the chains along, still devouring residual souls.

”Damn it!”

”You won’t rest until you’ve devoured all these residual souls, huh?” Lin Yuan cursed under his breath.

Wu Nengsheng was a Tier Two powerhouse when alive, and Lin Yuan suspects that this residual soul resembling Wu Nengsheng has inherited some of his skills.

Otherwise, it’s inexplicable that he can’t be restrained by chains forged with the power of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

However, allowing him to continue devouring other residual souls isn’t an option, right?

Lin Yuan needs to collect souls to enrich his Eighteen Layers of Hell.

As Elder Bai said, the more souls within the Eighteen Layers of Hell, the stronger his power.

Now, with Wu Nengsheng’s troublesome residual soul appearing uninvited, if he continues like this, won’t all the souls Lin Yuan collects ultimately be eaten by him?

Damn it!

Would all my efforts be in vain then?

Working hard all this time, only to serve Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul.

Most importantly, this guy is even more ruthless than a capitalist!

After consuming everything, I won’t get a single benefit!

Lin Yuan grimly looked at Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul dragging heavy chains and still devouring residual souls, thinking, if chains can’t bind you, fine, then I’ll suppress you at the mountain’s base.

Lin Yuan focused his mind, and the chains binding Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul began to contract rapidly, exerting force to drag Wu Nengsheng swiftly.

Soon, the chains dragged Wu Nengsheng to the foot of a large mountain.

This mountain is called Yin Mountain.

Yin Mountain was not formed by the power of the Eighteen Layers of Hell but was imprinted together when the dean engraved the Eighteen Layers of Hell upon Lin Yuan’s soul.

Strictly speaking, Yin Mountain is also a part of the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Lin Yuan focused his thoughts, and a crack appeared on Yin Mountain, then the chains forcefully tossed Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul into the crack.

The next moment, the crack closed, trapping Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul within.

”Boom.”

”Boom, boom.”

Yet, even while suppressed under Yin Mountain, Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul remains unsettled.

He struggles continuously beneath the mountain, seemingly trying to lift Yin Mountain and break free.

Lin Yuan’s expression grew increasingly dour; what on earth is this thing?

Simply a residual soul, yet so formidable.

At this moment, Lin Yuan feels as if Yin Mountain cannot contain him.

If the real Wu Nengsheng were to revive, Lin Yuan naturally wouldn’t be his match.

But how can just a mere residual soul overturn Yin Mountain?

No matter why, Yin Mountain is indeed bouncing continuously, with rocks shaking loose.

This way, Lin Yuan can’t find peace at all.

Lin Yuan can’t keep deadlocked with Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul in the Eighteen Layers of Hell forever.

Desperate, he attempts to expel Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul but fails.

Suddenly, an idea sprouts in Lin Yuan’s mind.

If expulsion isn’t possible and suppression is difficult, what about recruitment?

Lin Yuan is the ruler of the Eighteen Layers of Hell, he should be able to grant Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul the title of underworld emissary.

Thinking of this, Lin Yuan promptly declares, ”Wu Nengsheng, from today, I appoint you as the Yin Mountain Ghost King, responsible for guarding Yin Mountain.”

”In the future, among every ten vengeful souls entering the Eighteen Layers of Hell, you may choose one of the wicked ones to devour.”

Lin Yuan attempts to recruit Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul, offering him a salary of one-tenth of the residual souls entering the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

After Lin Yuan’s words, eerie wailing echoes throughout the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Following this, a jet black light shines upon Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul.

Consequently, Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul begins to transform.

On him appears a broken armor, and in his hand emerges a Giant Axe.

Lin Yuan can distinctly feel that he can now command Wu Nengsheng’s residual soul—no, he should say the Yin Mountain Ghost King—to fight for him.

Tier Three?

Lin Yuan can clearly sense the strength of the Yin Mountain Ghost King, Tier Three powerhouse, stronger than himself at present.

The only regret is that, after becoming the Yin Mountain Ghost King, he can only operate within the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Unlike the manifestation ability tattoos of Black and White Impermanence or Ox Head and Horse Face, he cannot appear in the real world.

But it’s sufficient; with the Yin Mountain Ghost King overseeing the Eighteen Layers of Hell, in the future, when stronger souls are collected into the Eighteen Layers of Hell, Lin Yuan needn’t fear disturbances.

Within the Eighteen Layers of Hell, Lin Yuan is still reveling in the joy of subjugating the Yin Mountain Ghost King.

Unbeknownst to him, danger looms closer.

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Outside.

Lin Yuan sits cross-legged, as his consciousness manifests within the Eighteen Layers of Hell, currently entirely vulnerable, relying solely on Kong Aotian for protection.

”Sigh!”

”I don’t know if Lin Yuan will succeed; after all, Wu Nengsheng was at Tier Two Peak, and even a residual soul cannot be underestimated.” At this moment, Kong Aotian is filled with worry.

Currently, the six-winged shade mosquito has found Lin Yuan’s location through the restrictions inside the Human Seed Bag.

In the shadows, observing Lin Yuan sitting cross-legged, he mutters to himself, ”It’s this kid.”

”As soon as I kill him, the restrictions in the Human Seed Bag will vanish, and this treasure will truly belong to me.”

With this thought, the six-winged shade mosquito already has a short gun in hand.

This short gun is formed from his mosquito’s mouth, sharp beyond measure, capable even of piercing defenses a tier higher than his own.

Back then, his sharp mosquito’s mouth led him to consume three grades in the World Honored One’s Twelve-Grade Lotus Platform.

The six-winged shade mosquito wanted to strike with the gun but hesitated, knowing that one move could alert Lin Yuan and the protector.

Then, facing two opponents, he lacked the odds to win.

Instead, his short gun transformed into an arrow, and the six wings behind him turned into a sturdy bow.

The six-winged shade mosquito draws the bow and releases the arrow toward Lin Yuan.

The shot is executed with such precision, it’s as if the arrow pierces through the void, suddenly appearing in front of Lin Yuan.

Upon seeing the arrow, Kong Aotian had no time to react.

It’s faster than words and action.

As the arrow was about to strike Lin Yuan’s forehead, Kong Aotian instinctively shielded him.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, while Kong Aotian stood to block the arrow.

This caused the arrow originally aimed at Lin Yuan’s forehead to hit Kong Aotian’s abdomen.

Simultaneously, from the Peacock Great Ming King’s domain, an enraged roar reverberates across the earth.

”How dare you!”

”Who dares harm my daughter!”