Grandma Tang returned to the residence, closed the door, and sat down at the square table at home.

Her house was so clean that there was almost no trace of life.

A standard board bed, a clean bed, a set of solid wood tables and chairs, a set of four-door cabinets, and some medicines and glasses and other sundries on the table are all she has in life.

In her heart, this dwelling where she had only traces of herself was not a "home", but only a resting place.

Grandma Tang slowly gasped, opened the small bag she carried with her, and took out the objects she had just bought very slowly but carefully.

A roll of copper wire, some shell pieces, a candlestick, and a little tweezers, scissors, tape measures and the like.

The stuff was bought from a large supermarket directly under the logistics department.

The only reason for the existence of this large supermarket, which occupies several floors, is to meet the food and drink needs of the people of the whole island, and it has everything from daily necessities to entertainment equipment. Even if there is something that is not in the supermarket, you can apply to the supermarket staff and hand it over to the logistics department for unified procurement.

And Grandma Tang only wanted some ordinary handmade materials, so she didn't even have to wait for the distribution, so she found the goods she needed with the help of the staff

She thought that no matter what she had, it would become very expensive after being transported across the ocean to this island, and she was worried about whether she had enough money to pay for the goods, but she didn't expect that when she checked out, the cashier only deducted a negligible amount from her account, which was only about 50 yuan in Tianzhou coins.

There is the world's largest business group at any cost to distribute goods, the Blackstone Research Institute is still very reliable in terms of supply and price, Director Yan even dared to pat the table and shout, my supermarket guarantees the lowest price in the world, buy expensive and refund the full amount.

Grandma Tang neatly stacked the things she bought on the table, then closed her eyes, as if she was resting, but in fact began to recall the memories that Su Er VII passed on to her.

It's something she's been doing several times a day for a few days.

She was afraid to forget this precious miracle, and although Sur VII said that she could go to it again if she had forgotten, the old man was naturally not fond of bothering others too much, and always wished that he could do his best.

And for an old man, memorization is an extremely difficult thing.

When she was in Tianzhou, she would even turn her head and forget the rice cooked in the stove, let alone this difficult, complicated and unreasonable knowledge.

So as soon as Grandma Tang was empty, she would recall it over and over again, and then check it with what she had written down in her notebook to see if there were any mistakes.

Just like she is doing now.

Grandma Tang, who had confirmed that her memory was correct, pressed her temples, put on her reading glasses, took a deep breath, picked up the copper wire on the table, cut it to the right length, and then bent it into a round base that was just right to fit the candlestick in, and further wound copper wire was added on top of it.

What she's weaving is—the Lamp of the Dead.

That's how Ancient Niro called this traditional ancient lamp with copper wire as the bone and candlestick as the core.

The Nilotic people saw the Lamp of the Dead as a bridge between the living and the dead, and believed that the dead could hear the whispers of the living in front of the lamp, and this was true – they could even directly influence the dead 4,000 years ago.

Because it was the first time to make the Death Lantern, Grandma Tang's movements were not very flexible and her techniques were very rusty, but she remembered the details of each step very well, and strictly followed the picture in her mind step by step.

The eighteen-length copper wire is bent into an "S" shape, and the curved arc is small and large, and then the bottom is hooked on the circular base to form a pear-shaped copper wire skeleton, and the bottom of the candlestick is engraved with the special font "Tang Hongyin" three characters......

The shell pieces are then polished into large or small fan shapes, drilled in the top corners, threaded through their own hair strands, and tied to the copper wire skeleton in layers like scales......

The work was time-consuming and laborious, and it took Grandma Tang, as a beginner, a whole day to complete half of the work.

During this time, she only got up twice, and when she heard a knock on the door, she got up to open the door for the caterer in the cafeteria.

Most of the meals ordered from the canteen are cheap and good, and most of them are soft and easy to digest in consideration of the teeth of the elderly, but Grandma Tang has no intention of tasting them, so she just eats them in a hurry like chewing wax, and buries herself in polishing the pearlescent shell slices.

She was busy until late at night, and after many polishing, adjustments, and revisions, she made a complete undead lamp engraved with her granddaughter's name.

Grandma Tang held the undead lamp and was stunned.

Close, close.

The corners of his eyes were unconsciously moist again.

Grandma Tang gently wiped away her tears, took out the box with a trembling dry hand, and put it on the table.

The box contained a glass bottle full of ice crystals, and that was Tang Hongyin, her good granddaughter......

She opened the glass bottle, took out an ice crystal, held a very thin pen in her hand, and seriously wrote the word "Tang Hongyin" on the ice crystal in a special font, and put it back into the glass bottle before it melted.

Now comes the final step......

The last step that Sur VII told Grandma Tang was to light the wick of the Dead Lamp with fire, and then pour spiritual potions on the remains of the deceased, which were ice crystals.

Then, her innermost prayers can be transmitted through the Lamp of the Dead, catalyzing the remains into spiritual resuscitation.

It sounds a bit mysterious, and it doesn't quite fit the general transcendent principle.

But what really worked was the names written on the lamps and the remains in a special font, as well as the strands of hair that the makers wrapped around the lamps.

Because of the presence of the maker's hair, the undead lamp is considered part of the maker; And because of those same special font names, there is also a wonderful connection between the remains and the undead lamp.

Under such a structure, the Dead Lamp, which is originally a mortal thing, automatically becomes an "amplifier", allowing the holder's faint voice to convey prayers, and finally awakens the inanimate artifact into a spirit.

The most powerful thing about this inheritance of Ancient Niro is that it can be compatible with countless undead lamps at the same time, while diluting the distractions in the individual prayers, the common parts of the group accumulate into a tower of sand, and unite the voices of countless ordinary people to create a powerful spirit class.

But Grandma Tang didn't need any of that - she was only one person.

As a result, her prayers may not be strong enough after being amplified by the Death Lamp, and she will not be able to use the Death Lantern to eliminate her distractions.

Strong Prayers......

Distractions......

Grandma Tang stopped suddenly.

She is able to understand these concepts.

Although she was an ordinary person from beginning to end, in the past few months, she has asked countless people, heard countless transcendent knowledge, and taken countless notes.

Her memory is not very good, but she flipped through that notebook every day, every day, and she had already engraved everything written on it into her mind, and she memorized it backwards.

Based on this knowledge, she came to the conclusion that the stronger her will and the more distracted she was when praying, the more likely it was that Tang Hongyin would be resurrected.

"......No," Grandma Tang muttered to herself, "just to this extent...... Not quite ......."

As if she had made up her mind, she put away all the glass bottles, undead lamps, spiritual power potions, etc., and put them in her carry-on bag.

Grandma Tang stood up, leaning on crutches, and struggled to clean up the garbage and debris on the table.

She walked to the door, glanced back at the room as neatly organized as it had been when she checked in, pushed the door open and walked out of her residence.

Outside the door is the endless night.

……

Less than five seconds after Grandma Tang left, a young figure holding a golden cat appeared on the windowsill.

"I'm a little surprised......" Yan Luge sat on the windowsill, holding her chin, thoughtfully, "I thought if I could use a 'virtual illusion' or something like that to guide her."

"But now it seems that Grandma Tang has her own ideas."

Su Er VII lightly touched Yan Lige's hand, and a message came, as if he was a little worried.

"No, I'm not going to stop her." Yan Luge shook his head, "On this path, the human will is the most powerful transcendent path, and any obstruction and interference may lead to unknowable consequences.

"When a person makes a decision, all I can do is ......

“…… See the end. ”

(End of chapter)