I, The Magistrate Of The Underworld, Can Determine Life And Death With A Piece Of Yin!

If it is normal, I hear that others want to engrave a tombstone for themselves.

Curse yourself to death.

Tang Jixiong slapped him with his big mouth.

But now, I saw all kinds of miracles of Wang Yifan before.

Tang Jixiong suddenly burst into tears.

Because, he was scared!

"Wang Shenxian, you want to engrave a stele for me, I... Am I dying soon?"

It was obvious that Tang Jixiong had misunderstood.

Wang Yifan smiled lightly.

"Boss Tang, you have a full heaven and a round earth pavilion. You don't look like a short-lived person."

"I just saw that you were a little nervous, so I'll make a joke for you!"

After finishing speaking, Wang Yifan walked to the corner of the courtyard, picked up a hammer and chisel, and came to a half-carved tombstone.

Clanking and carving up.

Tang Jixiong never dreamed that Wang Shenxian in front of him would actually carve a stele!

"This thing is too evil!"

Tang Jixiong knew that families who made paper, made wreaths, and sold coffins were often tainted with yin.

But now I see the state of Wang Yifan.

He was even more startled.

The hammer and chisel of the stele carver is like a stepping stone to the gate of the underworld.

Accompanied by the sound of knocking, the Yin Qi in the entire small courtyard seemed to be more condensed.

Tang Jixiong was so frightened that he didn't say a word.

I'm afraid that if I make a little movement, it will attract the fierce ghost out of the gate!

After knocking for a few minutes, Wang Yifan seemed to think of something.

He turned back and said, "Boss Tang, I'm sorry, I just took over a new job. In the past two days, someone has come to bury and erect a tombstone. The tombstone has not been engraved yet. I have to hurry up and work on it."

"My work here will take half an hour. If you feel tired, why don't you go in and take a nap?"

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong hurriedly waved his hands.

"I'm not tired, I'll just be in the yard!"

Just kidding, this small courtyard is full of yin, only Wang Yifan still exudes a little popularity.

Tang Jixiong didn't want to let himself out of his sight!

Now, in Tang Jixiong's eyes, Wang Yifan is his protector!

Seeing that Tang Jixiong was unwilling to enter the house, Wang Yifan did not force him either.

Instead, turn around and continue working.

In this way, in the small courtyard, the two sat and stood together.

Except for the knocking sound of the iron chisel, there was no other sound.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Tang Jixiong gradually relaxed from the initial tense atmosphere.

He first carefully observed the layout of the courtyard.

Then, he turned his attention to Wang Yifan.

Finally, his vision was fixed on the tombstone that Wang Yifan was about to engrave.

"Daughter: Guan Shuxue's Tomb."

Tang Jixiong was taken aback, looking at the name on the tombstone, the deceased should be a young man!

"It's a pity to die at a young age!"

Tang Jixiong just wanted to sigh.

Then he immediately saw something was wrong.

At this time, Wang Yifan was carving small characters beside the tombstone with a chisel.

He was extremely fast, and with just a few taps, a row of small characters jumped off the stone.

Tang Jixiong frowned even more.

"No! There seems to be something wrong?"

He watched Wang Yifan's movements, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

It feels like Wang Yifan is clearly engraving something, but it seems that something is missing.

Tang Jixiong frowned and thought for five minutes.

Just when Wang Yifan was about to carve all the tombstones.

It dawned on him!

Tang Jixiong opened his mouth wide and said.

"I'm going! I know what's wrong!"

Although Tang Jixiong had never seen a tombstone carved by a person, he knew some common sense.

For normal stele engraving, one should first write and then engrave, or first expand and then engrave.

That is, the sculptor takes a brush and dips in water to write the foundation on the bluestone first.

Then engrave with an iron chisel.

With a draft in this way, it is not easy to make mistakes.

But Wang Yifan was digging on the stone slab with a chisel and a hammer.

There was no draft at all.

And the characters he engraved were neither too big nor too small.

Moreover, look at the font pattern and gesture trend.

Sincere with firmness, rigorous without losing spirituality.

This is not a stele engraver, this is obviously a calligrapher!

Tang Jixiong believed that if this word was engraved on the cliff.

There is nothing wrong with pretending to be an ancient inscription.

Because after he became prosperous, he bought a few ancient calligraphy and paintings at the auction house in an arty manner, and used them as a prestige at home.

But compared to the inscription in front of you.

He actually felt that those calligraphy and paintings bought at a huge price were simply unsightly.

Looking at Wang Yifan who had already got up.

Tang Jixiong praised almost flatteringly: "Good calligraphy! Really good calligraphy!"

"I didn't expect Wang Shenxian to have such a calligraphy realm!"

Facing Tang Jixiong's praise, Wang Yifan didn't say much.

He came to the pool next to the yard, took a handful of clean water and washed his hands.

Only then did he smile.

"The dead are the most important. This stele is the last place where the deceased left his name. How can he be careless?"

"Make the living happy, make the dead happy!"

"This is what we stele engravers should do!"

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