Chapter 345 Hehe

He took the stone that satisfied the man and walked into the dark room.

The darkroom is not big, with only a table and a chair.

Two luminous pearls are inlaid on the wall, emitting a soft light.

Jiang Jiang sat at the table, picked up a hammer and a carving knife, and prepared to start carving.

She first struck the carving knife, making a crisp sound, and then carefully carved a word on the stone.

Every cut was made with great care.

As a beginner who inherited the original owner's practice diary, a simple word "year" actually took her a full five minutes.

At the same time, the man was still speaking to the air at the counter.

He seemed very excited and even danced when he was excited.

And through the recording stone, Jiang Jiang heard all of this clearly in the dark room.

She focused on the task at hand.

After carving the date of birth and death, carve the name.

The final inscription was spoken by the old man and then carved by Jiang Jiang.

The shelves were towering and reached the ceiling.

They are like a solid barrier, blocking the sight of ghosts and preventing them from peek into the secrets hidden behind the shelves.

There, the old man and a huge boiler were quietly present.

A raging fire was burning in the boiler, which was filled with the bones of sinners from the underworld.

These bones exude a suffocating resentment, as if they were demons emerging from the depths of hell.

The old man skillfully put the bones into the boiler and refined them with his superb skills, making them into various strangely shaped and extremely sharp torture instruments.

These torture instruments are not only extremely powerful, but are also full of resentment and curses, and can bring endless suffering to the evil spirits in the underworld.

Every bone contains the resentment and unwillingness of the sinners in the underworld. Their souls are trapped in this small space and cannot be freed.

As time went by, these resentments continued to accumulate, and eventually formed a terrifying force that was comparable to the evil spirits in the eighteen levels of the underworld.

When these torture instruments are used, they release endless resentment, causing the evil spirits in the underworld to fall into extreme fear and pain.

As for the old man, he looked at this transaction with the underworld with an indifferent attitude.

He knew that everything he did was God's will.

This is the fate of people like them, there is no other way.

Six eyes is sometimes also a burden.

It's overwhelming.

A day passed and Jiang Jiang had carved half of the inscription.

It was getting dark, Jiang Jiang ate something and continued carving.

She found that the shop seemed to be frozen in time and everything inside remained unchanged.

Food left in the shop will neither get cold nor rot or mold.

"Su Handa! Come here!" Suddenly, the old man's powerful voice came from outside.

Jiang Jiang stopped what he was doing, stood up, and pushed open the curtain of the dark room. "What's the matter?"

When she walked out, she saw the old man glaring at the palace master angrily, while the palace master looked helpless.

The old man's eyes were full of blame and anger, as if he was very dissatisfied with the palace master.

"Someone is looking for you." The old man said unhappily, with a hint of displeasure in his tone.

"Who is it?" Jiang Jiang couldn't help but ask.

The old man glared at the hall master fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him alive. Then he turned his head and looked at Jiang Jiang with a disdainful expression on his face, and taunted him: "Who else? Pretty boy!"

Hearing this, Jiang Jiang couldn't help but feel a little amused. He turned to look at the hall master and asked with a hint of ridicule in his eyes: "When did you become a gigolo? Is this a new synonym?"

Facing Jiang Jiang's questioning, the hall master seemed very calm. He shrugged slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and responded: "Maybe it's because Mr. Zhou thinks I'm good-looking, so he calls me like this? But then again, I quite like this name." After saying that, he gently shook the folding fan in his hand, and the whole person looked elegant, like a suave nobleman.

Then he continued, "I heard that someone is not very skilled in the business and has been practicing alone in a dark room without coming out all day." The ghost walked to Jiang Jiang, gently pulled Jiang Jiang's hand, and then turned over his palm.

Jiang Jiang's palms were covered with dense blood bubbles, which looked shocking.

The ghost frowned and asked with concern: "If I don't come, are you going to stay in there forever?"

Jiang Jiang chuckled.

As the ghost spoke, he gently stroked Jiang Jiang's injured palm, with a look of heartache on his face.