Seeing that the sore in the painting was getting smaller and smaller, and the medicine cloth that Xiao Liang was resting in it was getting shorter and shorter, it was finally a good one, and I asked Wang Deguang to check the auspicious day of the zodiac, and I was about to bury the skull.

This zodiac auspicious day has been checked, but I still haven't seen the female corpse who married him, and the painter and Anna are a little anxious, for fear that one will not be as good as the skeleton, and the skeleton will be unhappy and will fight back.

As soon as the skeleton is mentioned, the painter wants to shrink his neck.

I said that this would be easy to do, so I found two wooden boards, and asked the painter to go out in person, show his real skills, and draw two beautiful women, how beautiful they are, and paint them as beautiful as they are.

"Does this work?" Tang Benchu was a little puzzled: "The underworld marriages are all real female corpses, this wooden board has no aura, and it is not like an inflatable doll, Master, you can't burn newspapers on Qingming Festival - fool ghosts!"

"You know the."

Indeed, the living burn things for burial, and they can be true at the bottom, just like the last time I went to the yin, the small villa of Boss Ma, when it was burned, it was a little rotten, although it became true in the underworld, but it was also rotten, this wooden board painted beauty, put it directly into it without adding any process, it must be the same as an inflatable doll underground, there is a substance, no aura, what I want to do now is to give the wooden board beauty aura.

How do you give this aura?

Necromancy.

Some lonely souls and wild ghosts, like this skeleton, have nowhere to bury, no incense, everyone hopes to have a fixed residence, a fixed meal ticket, this conjuring is equivalent to not disturbing the kind of recruitment.

You cut a five-petal peach blossom out of cardboard, and you put two chili peppers on this board, and at two o'clock in the morning you put it on the crossroads to burn paper and incense, which means that there is a spiritual seat, a coffin, and a cemetery, and if you want to come, you can attach it to this board.

When the time comes, the sea that is willing to live in the plank is gone, and it is estimated that his head will be broken.

When the time comes, you ask the eight characters of the ghosts on the board, write them on the back of the board, and bury them with the board, then she will also have a copy of this coffin at that time, and she can enjoy what you burn to the owner of the coffin, isn't it equivalent to injecting soul into the inflatable doll!

The painter's craftsmanship is here, and the two beauties are painted to make people drool when they look at it, and whoever sees it is satisfied.

Even if the matter was dealt with, and he was buried according to the rules I had taught—I had learned from Jiye since I was a child—the painter wore linen and filial piety, dropped the jar and inserted the flag, and the skeleton was properly cooked, and there was no more fart.

And after the "seal" on my hand is blocked, the "micro-service private visit" is also very convenient, and I no longer have to be avoided by lonely souls and wild ghosts like before, but I am happy, I can understand why Qianlong loves Jiangnan so much.

When I was leaving, the painter suddenly grabbed me and said, "******, I had another dream, I don't know...... Is it just a dream, or is there some omen, I thought about it, or I want to tell you, it's best if it's okay, if there's something, you should be more vigilant. ”

"Preparedness?" As soon as I saw the painter's solemn expression, I asked him what he meant. What is there to guard against?

The painter said nervously that he dreamed again of the man with his mouth wide open and was about to eat him.

It's just that this person didn't seem to bite him like last time, but solemnly said that if he wanted to tell him something, he must convey it in place.

He was stunned and asked what was the matter? The man said: "You talk to that ******, I can't help it, I ******don't want to speak, but he did my thing so well, after thinking about it, I feel that I can't go, so let you relay it, let him be careful, someone is looking for trouble recently!"

The painter asked him, what trouble could he have?

The man shook his head and was secretive: "It's not just me, but ****** have offended other people, no one can stop it, and I'm going to be unlucky."

After finishing speaking, the painter woke up, this dream made him very uncomfortable, and he felt unlucky in his heart, afraid that it would be a bad dream to say, but he felt that it was even worse if he didn't convey it, so he told me.

Indeed, there is a rumor among the people that a bad dream cannot be broken.

But this dream is obviously a "dream", I know what the skeleton is hiding, but you have gone to the dream, can't you say it clearly at once? This is so cloudy, foggy, don't want to go, offend others?

What the heck?

I had to nod my head and say I understood, and I would be more careful.

Only then did the painter smile happily, saying that good people have good rewards, how could ****** such a good person be found in trouble.

That's not for sure.

I couldn't help it, and looked at the black marks on my hands again.

It's a lot lighter, but it's still there.

Now the day has come, and we will prepare the statue of Master Jiang.