For ten years I practiced Gu poison in Southeast Asia; all living beings revered me as a deity.

Master Putao spent three nights secretly teaching him the mantra, cultivation methods, and other secret mantra techniques of the "Seven Tiger Method".

Luo Fengzai carefully memorized every word Putaoon said, engraving them firmly in his mind.

On the fourth day, as the sun set and night fell in the monks' quarters, Master Putaoong, after examining Luofeng, nodded in satisfaction.

"You've memorized the entire Seven Sections of the Tiger Method in just a few days; your memory is quite impressive."

Putao bowed his head, seemingly deep in thought.

"In the past few days, I have also been calculating dates and observing the stars."

The old man said very calmly, "Finally, we've determined that tonight is a good time. Tonight, I can perform the tattooing ceremony for you."

"Will the tattooing begin tonight?"

Luo Feng was also somewhat eager to try.

"Yes."

Old man Putaoon said again, "Get up, go and pay your respects to the ancestor first."

He reached out and handed over a tray containing incense sticks, fresh flowers, and betel nuts.

Knowing the steps to pay homage to the ancestral master, Luo Feng quickly took out a few coins and placed them on top.

The old man, Putaoon, picked up the betel nut tray and walked to a wooden cabinet in the monks' quarters.

In front of the cabinet was an altar with several yellow candles lit. Behind it, on a wooden cabinet, was a shrine with several Buddha statues, all wrapped in prayer threads.

The old man, Putaoun, muttered incantations, seemingly reciting scriptures or offering prayers. After a while, he opened a drawer in the wooden cabinet and took out the tools for tattooing.

"Come on, kneel down. Take off your shirt too."

Luo Feng immediately knelt down and took off his shirt.

The old man, Putaoon, placed all the tools used for tattooing, such as needles, lacquer boxes, and oil boxes, on a large plate, and knelt on one knee on the floor.

"There are two types of tattooing: one is a blessing tattoo using ink, and the other is an oil tattoo using a mixture of herbs and medicinal materials."

The old man said in a deep voice, "Using ink to create a tattoo makes the design clearly visible, while using oil tattoos can be divided into those that are visible to the naked eye and those that are invisible."

The seven-segment tiger talisman tattoo I gave you is an invisible tattoo; it's not visible to the naked eye after it's done. It only appears as a dark purple color when you cast a spell.

The old monk didn't pick up the needle; instead, he reached out and took out a piece of bloody raw meat, the type of which was indistinguishable, emitting a strong fishy smell.

"Teacher Putao, what kind of meat is this?"

Luo Feng couldn't help but feel curious.

"you guess?"

The old monk smiled but said nothing.

Luo Feng frowned. The raw meat smelled terrible; who could guess what kind of meat it was? It couldn't be human flesh, could it?

Putaon silently took out a knife, cut the meat into seven pieces, and placed them on a plate.

"These are the seven parts of the Seven-Section Tiger, which also correspond to different parts of your body."

He pointed to the seven pieces of raw meat on the plate, claiming that they represented seven different parts of the tiger.

"For each seal I complete, you need to eat a piece of meat representing the tiger's body part... until all seven parts are completed, then you must eat all the raw meat pieces, understand?"

"clear."

"Also, after you've tattooed the talisman, you must find seven households in the village before the rooster crows and steal their food. You can find anything... but remember, you must come back before the rooster crows."

"Stealing a meal?"

"That's right."

Old man Putaoon nodded with a smile: "This is the rule for getting this symbol tattooed."

"All right."

Luo Feng agreed, but he still felt that the rule was really strange, actually requiring others to steal food from seven households.

"By the way, are there any requirements for this sneaky food?"

"No requirements, anything is fine."

Old man Putao gave a very straightforward answer.

"alright."

Old man Putao patted him on the shoulder.

"Quickly turn your head away. Remember, when I'm tattooing you, you mustn't look back!"

"Yes."

Luo Feng nodded vigorously.

A smile spread across the wrinkled face of the old man, Putaoon, as he held the tattoo needle in his hand and took a deep breath.

The old man simply made this gesture, and then a bizarre scene unfolded!

His face split open from the middle, as if it had been peeled away along the center of his brow, like a rolled-up piece of paper. From beneath the peeled skin emerged a hideous and bizarre face!

It was an incredibly ugly face. The face was long and deformed, the eyes were split open, and hair-like tendrils appeared on the cheeks…

The old man's breathing became heavy, and the changes were not over yet. Blood flowed from the corner of his split eye, his eyeballs bulged forward, and an organ resembling an elephant's trunk was added to his nose. Short tusks protruded from the corner of his mouth, making him look like a hybrid of an elephant and a wild boar.

The old monk Putaoon, who was originally thin, had bulging muscles all over his body. His bare upper body was covered with bulging veins and knotted muscles, as if it had been inflated.

A profound silence fell over the air.

The candlelight in the monks' quarters had turned a pale green and was flickering slightly.

Luo Feng not only felt depressed, but also felt stiff all over.

He didn't turn around, so he was unaware of the changes that had occurred in the old man Putaon. However, that unusually cold aura was spreading around him.

"..."

Luo Feng didn't speak, nor did he dare to, but from his constricted pupils and the tension in his eyes, one could tell that he felt a chill in his heart.

"call!"

The old man suppressed his rough breathing and roars, and his muscles and bones kept stretching and squeezing. His body was still changing, and his grotesque, twisted muscles were covered with purple and black lines, like layers of tattoos.

"start."

The old man, Putao, let out a hoarse, broken voice as the needle in his hand pierced his back.

hiss……

In an instant, it felt like boiling water had been poured on my back, and scalding, excruciating pain surged through my entire body.

Luo Feng didn't turn around; he gritted his teeth and silently endured it.

……

……

My back is burning with pain.

There were also some bloodstains. The talismanic pattern pierced into the back would disappear in a few days, and after the wound dried, faint traces would be visible upon close inspection.

This kind of talisman only appears when the binding spell is activated.

After completing the tattooing of the Seven Tigers, Luo Feng also swallowed the raw meat cut into seven pieces.

Swallowing it raw was not a pleasant experience, and he also felt a fishy smell lingering in his mouth and throat.

"What kind of meat is this? It's so bitter and fishy."

Luo Feng almost vomited while eating it.

He didn't stay in the princess temple because he had another "mission" to complete: to leave and steal food from seven households.

"But in the middle of the night, what kind of food do ordinary people have at home?"

Luo Feng was speechless.

In this era, there were no refrigerators, and food preservation was difficult. Most families would eat all the food they cooked on the same day and then prepare the next meal.

Especially in a tropical monsoon climate like Thailand, food spoils very easily. The fact that spoiled food shouldn't be eaten is a lesson learned by people of this era, and kitchen waste is disposed of accordingly.

Luo Feng sneaked into a house in Wankao Village and searched around in the dark, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

"I don't think I found any in the kitchen either, but this family still has chickens in their coop. Does that mean I have no choice but to catch a chicken to eat?"

Luo Feng shook his head.

He only has one night. Is he going to catch a chicken and eat it raw?

Finally, Luo Feng's gaze fell on the wooden bucket that the family had placed in the corner—it was a swill bucket, specifically for holding food scraps and leftovers, and it emitted a disgusting odor.

"...There are leftovers, but I can't exactly eat that, can I?"

Luo Feng hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and walked out of the house.

Just as he was leaving, his gaze fell upon the small shrine standing outside the house.

Shrines are very common in Thailand, often used to worship local deities and Hindu gods, especially in northern Thailand, where ancestor worship is also involved. Essentially, many houses have a shrine in front of them, where household gods and local deities are enshrined.

"By the way, don't the locals have food on the shrines they worship?"

Luo Feng's eyes lit up as he noticed the fresh fruit displayed on the altar.

He thought that he could steal the offerings, which was somewhat disrespectful, but at least it was better than eating scraps from the swill bucket...