Mr. Song watched the Zhang family put the body into the iron can in the funeral parlor, his eyes were particularly melancholy, and he grinned: "Actually, people will die sooner or later while they are alive.

But there are still grades of death.

If those masters of Taoism die, it is called becoming immortal and ascending.

When people like us die, our merits are fulfilled."

As he said this, Old Man Zhang, who was thrown into the iron coffin with a finger, hated the iron and said: "But this kind of suicide, in the words of the underworld, is just eating enough to support it, and increasing the workload of the underworld out of thin air."

Do you think the devils in the underworld will look good on you??

It can range from being sent to hell to have skin and cramps for a hundred years, to being beaten to death in vain. But if you can compete for some money, although the result will not change, the process will be completely different.

When Xu Tong heard this, he rolled his eyes and nodded repeatedly: "I understand, understand, I will give you money to guide you when we get back, and I will burn a terracotta warrior for you and line up for you!"

"Fuck you, I went to the underworld, not to rebel." Mr. Song kicked Xu Tong hard.

After the two had a banquet and arranged the funeral of Lao Zhang's family, it was almost night when the two returned home.

Xu Tong dotted the eyes of a paper figurine with the resentful ink he got today. The eyes of the paper figurine whose eyes were dotted suddenly had a strange sense of agility in their still white eyes.

This sense of agility might be very pleasing if it appeared in birds and animals.

But it happens to appear on a paper man, which is more terrifying.

He lit the paper figure on fire, and as the flames rose with desire, Xu Tong suddenly felt an unexplained lightness coming over him.

He knew that this was the result of completing the entire papermaker's ritual.

After a while, Xu Tong felt that his soul seemed to have become much stronger, as if he had received some mysterious increase.

This discovery made him extremely happy. Mr. Song, who was sitting by the bonfire, just looked at him with a smile: "Not bad, I have made some progress. Go and burn the next few."

As a result, Xu Tong threw the master's wife's body into the fire, casually held up a bunch of barbecue skewers and placed them next to the bonfire, and actually lit a fire for barbecue?
Chapter completed!