I, the Judge of the Underworld, Will Determine Life and Death with a Piece of Paper!

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　　At this time, I saw Wang Yifan's residence getting closer and closer.

　　Tang Jixiong was even slightly excited.

　　Soon, the car drove to the back mountain of Yongan Cemetery.

　　At this time, Wang Yifan was suddenly stunned.

　　Because he saw that an engineering team of [-] people was working here.

　　A brand new asphalt road has taken shape.

　　This road leads from the bottom of the mountain to the small building on the top of the mountain, as if it was specially opened for my own home.

　　Looking at Tang Jixiong who was slightly excited beside him.

　　Wang Yifan's mind was full of thoughts, and he asked immediately.

　　"Boss Tang, is this your handwriting?"

　　Tang Jixiong rubbed his hands and said flatteringly: "Wang Shenxian, you help my parents move the grave and fix the cave. This is a great favor. Although my old Tang is a rough man, I also know the truth of repaying kindness."

　　"I just do engineering, and it doesn't cost a lot of money to build a road!"

　　"Wang Shenxian, don't dislike it."

　　The construction cost of the third-level asphalt road is extremely high, although Tang Jixiong said that it would not cost a lot of money.

　　But in fact, the cost of re-paving this dirt road less than three kilometers into an asphalt road is four or five million. This is still an engineering team sent by Tang Jixiong himself, not counting the labor.

　　However, Tang Jixiong felt it was worth it!

　　So fucking worth it!

　　After seeing Wang Yifan's true ability.

　　Tang Jixiong just wanted to hug his big thick legs tightly now.

　　Who dares to say that he has never had a time in his life to run into a big ghost.

　　If it is involved with Wang Shenxian.

　　Then you are still afraid of those ghosts and gods?

　　The human way, the ghost way will be smoothed out casually!

　　Wang Yifan naturally knew what Tang Jixiong was thinking, and also knew that he paved the way for him, which was definitely a great gift.

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　　However, the system rewarded Wang Yifan for helping Tang Jixiong's parents move their graves.

　　At this time, I will receive Tang Jixiong's great gift.

　　It's like owed Tang Jixiong's favor!

　　For Wang Yifan, this causal relationship is much more than giving money directly!

　　Wang Yifan originally planned to let Tang Jixiong go home to recuperate for a few days.

　　but now....

　　He pondered for half a second and said softly.

　　"Brother Tang, follow me up the mountain first, and I'll help you calculate the auspicious time for Ling Zun to move his grave!"

　　Seeing Wang Yifan calling him Brother Tang sincerely.

　　Tang Jixiong only felt like he had blood on his body, nodded again and again, and followed Wang Yifan to the top of the mountain.

　　Less than two days after leaving Yongan Cemetery, the small building on the top of the mountain is still there.

　　Wang Yifan led Tang Jixiong to the study on the second floor.

　　He took a yellowed wire-bound book from the bookshelf and read it carefully.

　　After two minutes, he raised his head and said, "Eight days later, on the ninth day of the eighth lunar month, it is advisable to move the grave and break the ground, so that the parents will be moved and buried on that day."

　　"According to what I said, the direction of the coffin is head north and feet south, looking up at the green mountains."

　　"You prepare the silver offerings for sacrifices in advance!"

　　"On the ninth day of the first day, the ground is broken in the early morning, and it must be completed before noon."

　　Wang Yifan spoke very slowly, and Tang Jixiong also listened very carefully.

　　However, in addition to writing down Wang Yifan's words in his heart, Tang Jixiong actually kept his eyes on the thread-bound book in Wang Yifan's hand.

　　He was very curious about the origin of the wire-bound book in Wang Yifan's hand.

　　Wang Yifan smiled at Tang Jixiong's expression.

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　　The thread-bound book in his hand is not a magic weapon. It is just the ten generations of the Wang family who have carved monuments.

　　There are still some differences between this thing and the perpetual calendars that are usually seen on the market.

　　Having said this, he closed the manuscript and put it back on the shelf.

　　See Wang Yifan's thoughtful look.

　　Tang Jixiong didn't dare to say anything more, and hurriedly said.

　　"Many thanks to Immortal Wang for the guidance."

　　"You're on an errand, and it's bound to be hard work. If there's nothing else... I'll take my leave first!"

　　With that said, Tang Jixiong turned around and wanted to leave.

　　But at this time, Wang Yifan waved his hand.

　　"Brother Tang, wait a moment!"

　　As he said that, he turned around and took a palm-sized piece of rice paper from the desk, then flicked his wrist, summoning Yin Si's Jumbo Zhu.

　　In an instant, Tang Jixiong only felt that the room suddenly turned dark.

　　It was as if all the light in the room was absorbed into the barrel by this red pen.

　　"Well!"

　　Tang Jixiong knew that this thing must be a treasure, so he hurriedly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

　　For fear that a strange noise would startle Wang Yifan.

　　At this time, he saw Wang Yifan holding the pen as if hanging, his wrist trembling slightly.

　　Gently wrote four characters on the rice paper.

　　This red pen is like blood, penetrates the back of the paper, and looks bright and dazzling.

　　Tang Jixiong watched with excitement.

　　At this moment, a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

　　"Wang Shenxian stopped himself, and then took out the calligraphy, could it be..."

　　Just as Tang Jixiong was guessing, he saw Wang Yifan blowing the red characters on the rice paper, then picked it up and handed it to him.

　　"Brother Tang, since you helped my house build the road, I have nothing to give you! This is a practice calligraphy, not a good thing. If you like it, take it in your hand and keep it close to your body!"

　　If others heard Wang Yifan say this, they would have scolded him.

　　Boss Tang helps you build a road for your family, and it will cost at least four or five million.

　　As a result, you handed people a piece of rice paper the size of a palm.

　　Do you think you are worth a million a word or what?

　　But....

　　Tang Jixiong thinks it's worth it!

　　Not only does it feel worth it, but it also feels like a big profit!

　　He didn't read what Wang Yifan wrote at all, and took the rice paper with a smile on his face, as if he was afraid that Wang Yifan would regret it, he put it in his arms.

　　"Thank you Wang Shenxian for the treasure! Thank you Wang Shenxian for the treasure!"

　　"Haha, my old Tang finally has a family heirloom!"

　　This time, he left with almost a thousand thanks!

　　Looking at Tang Jixiong's disappearing figure.

　　Wang Yifan gradually closed the smile on his face.

　　"After procrastinating for several days, this time, I finally have time to go to hell and ask Liu Yunxi where she got the green paper umbrella in her hand!"

　　As he said that, he shook his wrist!

　　"Ghost door! Open!"

　　The green fire ignites, and the ghost gate reappears!

　　Outside the door, Tang Jixiong, who just walked out of the door and was about to take out the rice paper, wanted to see what Wang Yifan wrote.

　　I just felt an indescribable ghostly aura in the small building behind me.

　　Soar to the sky!earth.

Chapter 75

　　As if breaking through countless mists, accompanied by the breath of sulfur.

　　Wang Yifan entered the tongue-pulling hell again.

　　Before he could speak, the green-faced ghost had already greeted him.

　　"Judge Wang, are you here to interrogate Liu Yunxi?"

　　"You're good at trying to figure out what's going on." Wang Yifan nodded, his face stern.