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Old Hu nodded and said cheerfully, "These are just the basics. The craftsmen I have have all participated in the construction of the underworld. If they were not desperate, they would not be in our small construction team."

Jiang Luo knew that the desperate situation he mentioned was probably due to the civil unrest in the underworld. These craftsmen must have had a hard time and could only come out to do odd jobs.

But Lao Hu is indeed reliable, and the craftsmen under him do a really good job. After burning, no traces of paper-making can be seen.

Jiang Luo asked Xiao Bai: "Tell me, how did these things become real?"

Xiao Bai answered, "Master, this has to bring up the agreement between the Yin and Yang worlds made by a certain adult. The dead cannot be resurrected, but all the living people are reluctant to see their loved ones go. So there is the act of burning paper figurines to commemorate their loved ones, and everyone thinks that paper figurines can be sent to their loved ones from afar. Originally, this was just a wish of the living, but later that adult made the rules between the Yin and Yang worlds. Paper figurines can be burned and sent over, and there will also be ghost messengers who are responsible for sending them to the underworld. But that adult thought this was too troublesome, so he made a Yin and Yang contract with the Heavenly Dao, so that people in the world of the living can communicate with their deceased relatives. As long as you think of them in your heart, the paper figurines you burn can be airdropped to your relatives."

Jiang Luo frowned and asked, "How did it come about? Does Heaven listen to that person so much?"

Xiao Bai groaned and thought, "That lord is of noble status. In fact, if he himself, he can also realize this function. Just as everything will revive in spring, and the sky is frozen for thousands of miles, and the autumn harvest is fruitful. Why do plum blossoms bloom in winter? It turns out that the plum fairy lost the bet with the lord, so it changed from blooming in spring to winter. Uh... Anyway, the rules are something that immortals in higher dimensions can naturally control. That lord is of noble status. He just made a yin and yang law. How can the heaven not agree?"

Jiang Luo asked curiously, "Is this lord you are talking about the one who leads the Ten Hells of Hell mentioned by Lao Hu?"

Xiao Bai chuckled and replied, "Master, you are really smart. It is that master. In fact, nine out of ten Yama Kings in the Ten Courts of Hell were targeting the master. The master's departure was also the reason why they left one after another. Some people did not leave because of the master's instructions."

Jiang Luo held his chin and asked, "Who on earth is so prestigious?"

Xiao Bai said: "This... Actually, he never left his name in the history of immortals. Others just called him Sir."

Jiang Luo became curious about that person, thinking that a person who only did things and did not leave his name suddenly left one day, and no one knew why.

Xiao Bai said again: "Master, you might as well open a paper-making factory in the world of the living. Specialize in producing all kinds of high-end paper-making. This way, you can save a lot of costs."

Jiang Luo looked at the craftsmen not far away who were commenting on the finished paper products, but shook his head and said, "No need, they did a good job. I don't need this little money, but I can help them earn more, so why not."

Money is just a number when you have a lot of it.

Although no one in this world would ever complain about having little money, Jiang Luo never felt that he was born to own them, but only had temporary control over them.

Xiaobai was a money-grubber. He cleared his throat and said, "Then... Master, can Xiaobai also get a salary?"

Jiang Luo laughed curiously and asked, "Oh? You want to get paid? I wonder what you want to do with the pay?"

Xiao Bai stammered, "Actually, I don't have any other ideas. I just want to take a break when I have nothing to do and go out for some delicious food."

Jiang Luo laughed and said, "Oh, do ghosts also have appetites?"

Xiao Bai slurped his saliva and said, "Look at what you said. We ghosts are also transformed from humans, so why can't we have appetites? Besides, I am a ghost cultivator who has cultivated a physical body. Not only do I have appetites, I can also..."

Jiang Luo asked: "What else can I do? What else can I do?"

Xiao Bai whispered, "Some ghost cultivators who have reached a certain level can give birth to little ghosts. That is, little ghosts who are born with the holy body of a ghost cultivator."

Jiang Luo exclaimed, "Have you seen it?"

Xiao Bai shook his head quickly: "I've never seen that. I heard that only a first-level ghost cultivator can do it. And both parties must be first-level ghost cultivators to achieve the interaction of spiritual energy, the combination of yin and yang, and thus give birth to a little ghost."

Jiang Luo finally discovered that by hanging out with this group of ghost friends, he could always learn some useless little-known facts.

The ghost village was built very quickly. A building was completed in two days. Since it was made of paper, Jiang Luo always felt that he would fall if he stepped on it.

But the fact is not like that. After the paper-made object is burned, it becomes a complete building and there will not be any shaking problem.

As Lao Hu said, he is very good at laying the foundation, and the road surface is very flat and solid.

The point is that they also made decorative tiles piece by piece and then laid them on top of each other with cement. Although I don’t know how the cement was obtained, the floor is really beautiful.

Well, with these craftsmen, Jiang Luo felt relieved.

After inspecting the village for two days, Jiang Luo also planned to go back and take a look. He deliberately avoided Huo Yancheng these two days just to let him calm down for two days. He couldn't be indulged in such things.

When he wanted to leave, he heard the sound of a carriage coming from the sky. The carriage looked very familiar. It was the flying carriage that Fan Wujiu often used.

He frowned and thought to himself, you disappeared for so long, why did you suddenly appear today?

He originally didn't want to pay attention to him, but since he hadn't seen him for a long time, he stopped and looked at the carriage, which quietly floated past him and stopped at the ruins at the entrance of the village.

Jiang Luo: ...

Is he blind?

Don't you see where I am?

He deliberately did not move, waiting for Fan Wujiu to come and find him. As a result, he waited for a long time, and the carriage just stopped there, but there was no sign of Fan Wujiu.

Jiang Luo was a little surprised. When did Fan Wujiu become so patient?

Although he was extremely reluctant, he still walked towards the carriage curiously, wanting to know what tricks this guy was playing on him.

As a result, as soon as he walked into the carriage, he saw Fan Wujiu vomiting blood all over his body and had fainted.

Jiang Luo froze there. He rushed to Fan Wujiu with an anxious look on his face and asked, "Fan Wujiu, what happened to you? Why did you go out alone to do something terrible? You are such a powerful person, why did you come back with such a serious injury?"

Obviously, Fan Wujiu's injury this time was more serious than last time, and he was already in a semi-comatose state.

Jiang Luo went forward and injected his true energy into him for a long time, but found it was of no use at all. Then he remembered how he saved him last time.

But he was already so badly injured that he couldn't even move. How could it be possible to save him by that method?

But Jiang Luo thought, since he is a medicine, then everything in his body must be beneficial to him, not just through that means.

So he kissed his lips and blew his saliva and breath into his mouth desperately.

It was not until his cheeks were swollen and painful, as if he was being given artificial respiration, that Fan Wujiu finally choked on a mouthful of blood and woke up gasping for breath.

Jiang Luo quickly supported him and asked with anger in his eyes: "Fan Wujiu, what's wrong with you? Why did you get yourself like this again?"

Fan Wujiu coughed for a long time before he chuckled softly, "Fortunately, fortunately, I made it back. Otherwise, I'm afraid I would never see you again in this life."

Jiang Luo spat at him and cursed, "Can you say something nice? Don't take risks alone next time. At least call me, I can still help you. If you die one day, no one outside will know."

Fan Wujiu hugged him in his arms and said with a sigh of relief: "You won't die. It's not the right time yet. As long as I come back to you, you won't die."

Jiang Luo's heart tightened, thinking, what do you mean it's not the right time yet?

So when is the time?

Do you think that when the time has come, you will die without hesitation?