Chapter 37 A Tutelary Deity
- It was as if the tattoo had a layer of dirt stuck to it—similar to the way tarnished silver turned black. Now, the white snake tattoo was black.
- I rubbed it with my hand and realized it wasn't dirt. The tattoo had indeed turned black.
- The old man who did the tattoo has died, so nothing strange is going to happen with the tattoo anymore, right?