Song Ding was right, letting the insects bite my finger was the first step, and for the next week, my hands were soaked by him with various medicines, although it was not very painful, but it was very disgusting.

"This should be the last time, as long as you can handle it, you can get started right away."

I let out a long sigh, it was almost over.

This time, the potion was a clear liquid, with occasional bubbles coming up, and it was also soaked for three hours.

Originally, I thought that this potion was the same as the previous one, and I didn't feel anything when I put my hand in it, but the moment I put my hand in it, I almost knocked over the basin.

"You have to hold back." Song Ding had already expected it and pressed my hand tightly.

My tearful eyes swirled, and my tone was a little wrong: "Song Ding, I hurt." ”

It was a heart-piercing pain, every inch of skin on my hands was screaming pain, and I could even see blood oozing out of the skin.

"I know you hurt, but no matter how much you bear with it, you must stay conscious, and think that you will succeed soon."

I could only watch as the water in the basin began to turn red, and then I desperately tried to hold back the pain.

These three hours were extraordinarily long, and Song Ding kept diverting my attention in various ways, talking about what the Huangquan extradition people were doing, and what they could do after learning the art of cultivating people.

"In addition to the art of cultivating people, what other techniques will Huangquan extradite people?"

"That's a lot. But you have to eat one bite at a time, you have to learn this month first. ”

"Are other spells just as painful as this one?"

"No, the art of cultivating people is the most difficult of all the spells to learn."

After chatting and chatting, three hours finally passed, and the pain from his hands gradually disappeared.

"Almost, let's go back and change our clothes."

I realized that I was completely soaked in sweat and smelled of sweat all over my body.

Song Ding is a person with a habit of cleanliness, which makes him embarrassed.

After taking a shower and changing my clothes, I went back to the funeral home and continued to do my job.

Recently, there have not been many corpses sent over, and each corpse has some resentment on it, and under Song Ding's guidance, I have been able to absorb these resentments by myself.

"Do these grievances work for you?"

"I have no sores on my face." It is rare that Song Ding is not busy going out.

I nodded knowingly.

Just then, there was a cacophony of voices outside the door.

"I must have demolished this funeral home today!"

"The boss is angry, the young lady is in a very bad state now, maybe only they can help, you must refrain from it." It was Aunt Luo's voice.

After coming to the funeral home, I found that my hearing had greatly improved, even beyond the scope of ordinary people's hearing, just like the conversation between the two just now, if someone else stood in my position, I would definitely not be able to hear it.

"I understand, Xiao Li, let you investigate the background of this funeral home, is the investigation clear?"

"Boss, this funeral parlor is very strange, I looked for a lot of places, but there was no information about them......"

"Rubbish!"

A group of people came in so noisily.

After Boss Zheng came in, he immediately changed his expression and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello this young lady, I am Zheng Ran's father, I am free today, and I am here to visit."

"Oh." I lowered my head and continued to finish the chart in my hand.

Song Ding, who was sitting next to me, let out a nonchalant laugh.