In the next three months, every time I went to memorize, I would go next door to learn reading and literacy, as well as addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

I was eager to read my grandfather's booklet, and I was amazed at how well I could master Chinese characters.

During this period, Uncle Qing taught me all the words he knew, and then taught me how to use the dictionary, so that if I encountered words I didn't understand, I could look up the dictionary.

During this time, no anomalies occurred.

The shop continued to receive no more ghost customers, and gradually people who did white things came to the shop to buy some funeral supplies.

I spend most of my evening time practicing, and during the day, I spend most of my time catching up on sleep.

As Qingbo Qingdai and I became acquainted, they would come to the shop from time to time.

When some funeral supplies were about to be sold out, Qingbo found a purchase channel for me and taught me how to make up for the sold out goods in time.

Because of Qingbo and Qingdai, a smile gradually appeared on my face.

I will buy a string of sugar gourds for Qingdai when I make money, buy a pot of wine for Qingbo, and take the initiative to give him all the money in my hand when Qingbo wants to stock up.

For the money I took out, Qingbo will return it to me as soon as the capital turnover opens.

During this period, villages and towns were connected to water and electricity.

However, when I stay at night, I still only burn kerosene lamps.

I would do so, except to save money, mainly because I don't know if it is in line with the rules of keeping a store at night with a substitute for a kerosene lamp.

On the evening of the end of the three months, I lit the kerosene lamp early, closed the store, washed my hands and took out my grandfather's booklet.

The edges of the booklet's cowhide cover are somewhat torn, and the yellowed pages are handwritten in traditional letters, with clear ink and sparse fonts.

The contents of the booklet contain various formulas and formulas, as well as their corresponding usage and effects on ghosts, and the last page of the booklet indicates that all the contents are based on curses.

A grudge is a curse placed on a person who dies unjustly.

If a living person can grasp the contents of the booklet and successfully practice it, a charmer is also called a spell master.

There is an essential difference between a Charmer and a Charmer.

Spell master is to use talismans and spells to drive ghosts and gods for their own use, in which the talisman refers to the figure drawn on the paper that looks like a word but not a word.

Even experienced spellcasters have a chance of failure to drive the same ghost.

The spell master is to use the endless curses between heaven and earth to directly enter the ink, and the hand formula is combined with the mantra to form a talisman out of thin air or form a formation to destroy the enemy invisibly.

The spell master doesn't need to drive anything, as long as the mantra is good and has successfully used a spell, there is no chance of failure when it is used again.

If you want to become a spell master, you must be full of anger, and you must be able to urge anger at will, and be able to control the strength of anger.

The strength of the aura determines the strength of the spell's effectiveness.

If you want to cultivate each spell, you have to meet the level that you can achieve with full qi.

If you don't force the contents of the booklet to practice with anger, you will be cursed and die.

I couldn't contain the excitement of the last page of the booklet.

I am undoubtedly eligible for the practice.

Nine times out of ten, whoever imprisoned me back to the Underworld Shop belongs to the ghost class.

If I can finish the booklet, I should be able to fight it.

As soon as I read the last page of the booklet, I began to memorize the first mantra and mantra on the booklet.

After I knew the mantra by heart and flipped the mantra to the point where I was at ease, I walked out of the counter and discarded superfluous distractions.

There was a black mist, accompanied by strong resentment and a terrible noise, and specific voices came from all directions, and began to form symbols in front of me.

The speed at which the runes are formed is as fast as the mantra of my hand is slow.

When my mantra is over, the rune is complete.

The poignant noise and indistinguishable specific sounds came to an abrupt end, and the resentment contained in the rune diagram was ready to be unleashed.

I looked at the rune in front of me, and my lips trembled with excitement.

According to the booklet, this runic diagram can destroy ghosts and the ghosts below.

I only allowed myself to get excited for a few seconds, then I raised my hand and broke up the runes, and went back to memorizing the follow-up formulas and mantras in the booklet.

When I knew the mantra by heart again, I flipped the mantra to the point where I was at ease, and then went to the center of the store to urge the mantra to match the mantra.

The black fog was accompanied by strong resentment and bitter noise, and the specific sound came from all directions as scheduled, this time forming a formation in the form of a gossip pattern, but it was only halfway through the formation and no longer changed.

When I stopped, a terrible, noisy, indistinguishable voice rushed into my head, and the black mist rushed into my body with a strong resentment.

The unspeakable pain made me fall to the ground with my head in my hands.

I hurriedly raised my anger to full level, and only then did I gradually dispel the terrible and noisy voice, and force out the black mist with strong resentment from my body.

When there was no abnormality at the scene, I was already sweating and soaking my clothes.

I'm sure that none of my recipes have gone wrong, and the fact that the formation is only half of it is undoubtedly related to my lack of anger.

If I hadn't stopped hastily, I wouldn't have suffered even if the formation was not completed.

If I want to raise my spirit, I have to find a corpse to practice.

So, I need to go to the ice cellar.

So I got up from the ground, put away the booklet on the counter, then took a flashlight and lifted the wooden board that blocked the entrance and exit of the tunnel to enter, and then closed the wooden board and went down the tunnel to the ice cellar.

Narrow tunnels lead to the ice cellar.

In the huge ice cellar, in addition to the ice, there are only densely piled up corpses.

Seeing those corpses again, my eyes suddenly darkened, and at the same time, my heart began to be irrepressibly excited.

I inserted a flashlight into the wall of the earth, and immediately began to practice with the stabbing blade, and let the anger run wild until I collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, and then continued to practice after a short rest.

I counted the time to practice until about early in the morning, and then turned back along the tunnel with my head and face full of minced meat.

Today's backset, if I don't show up, Uncle Qing and Qing Dai will go to the store to find me.

Moreover, I can't practice anymore.

The light of the flashlight was already dim, and I was halfway through when I suddenly felt a peeping sensation coming from behind.

I stopped and turned to look back, and the feeling of being watched disappeared instantly.

As far as my eye could see with the faint glow of a flashlight, there was no superfluity.

Yes, is it delusional to be extremely tired?

I hesitated and continued on my way, and after a few steps, the sound of slow, heavy footsteps echoed from behind me.

I immediately turned my head back and looked back.

Not far behind me, there was already an extra pair of embroidered shoes.

The white bottom of the shou shoe is red, the white bottom is stained with blood, and the red surface is embroidered with a lotus pattern.

The two shoes were slowly coming towards me, and with each step they stepped on the ground, they made deep shoe prints.

I hurriedly threw the flashlight and retreated as I tried my best to match the mantra.

In the rush of crisis, I took the speed to the extreme.

The black mist came from all directions with strong resentment and a terrible noise, and it was already a symbol in five seconds.

I launched the rune to the shou shoe as soon as the rune was completed, and the rune was scattered when it crossed the shou shoe, and the owner of the shou shoe appeared and scattered.

The owner of the shou shoes is actually the soul of Granny Huang!

She was wearing a shroud, just like when I first saw her.

It's just that her cloudy left eye is full of tears, and her white right eye is constantly crying blood.

My heart shook and there was nothing I could do, once the soul began to disperse, there was no room for turn, and once it started, the ghost had no chance to communicate with anyone.

I watched as Granny Huang was completely gone, and the light of the flashlight was completely extinguished.

The tunnels are plunged into complete darkness, and the feeling of being spied on is once again upon you.