I, The Judge of the Yin Department, Will Decide The Life and Death in a Shameful Form!

Chapter 17

If it is normal, I hear that others want to carve a tombstone for myself.

Curse yourself to die.

Tang Jixiong directly slapped it up.

But now, I see all the miracles of Wang Yifan before.

Tang Jixiong suddenly cried.

Because he was scared!

“Wang Shenxian, you are going to carve a monument for me, I… Am I going to die soon?”

Seeing Tang Jixiong was obviously misunderstood.

Wang Yifan smiled softly.

“Boss Tang, your heavenly court is full, and your basement is round. You don’t look like a short-lived person.”

“Just when I saw you were a little nervous, I’ll make a joke for you!”

After all, Wang Yifan went to the corner of the courtyard and picked up a hammer and chisel, and came to a tombstone that was half-cut.

Carved up jinglely.

Tang Jixiong never dreamed that the Wang Shenxian in front of him, what he was doing was actually carving a monument!

“This thing is too evil!”

Tang Jixiong knows that the families who paste paper, tie wreaths, and sell coffins are often sour.

But now I see Wang Yifan in this state.

He was even more frightened.

The hammer and chisel of this carved stele is like a stepping stone to the gate of the underworld.

Accompanied by the percussion, the Yin Qi in the entire small courtyard seemed more condensed.

Tang Jixiong was so frightened that he didn’t say anything.

I’m afraid that a little movement will cause the ghost to go out of the gate!

After knocking for a few minutes, Wang Yifan seemed to think of something.

He turned around and said, “Boss Tang, I’m sorry. I just took a new job. Someone has come to bury and erect the tombstone in the past two days. The tombstone has not been carved yet. I have to hurry up and work.”

“My work here is still half an hour. If you feel tired, you can take a nap in the house?”

Hearing this, Tang Jixiong waved his hand hurriedly.

“I’m not tired or tired, I’ll just be in the yard!”

Just kidding, this small courtyard is full of yin air, and Wang Yifan still exudes a bit of popularity.

Tang Jixiong didn’t want to let himself leave his sight!

Now, in the eyes of Tang Jixiong, Wang Yifan is his patron saint!

Seeing Tang Jixiong’s reluctance to enter the house, Wang Yifan did not force it.

Instead, he turned his head and continued to work.

In this way, in the small courtyard, the two sat and stood.

Except for the percussion of the iron chisel, there was no other sound.

Ten minutes passed.

Twenty minutes passed.

Tang Jixiong gradually relaxed from the initial tense atmosphere.

He first carefully observed the layout of the small courtyard.

Later, he turned his gaze to Wang Yifan.

Finally, his vision was fixed on the tombstone that Wang Yifan was about to carve.

“Daughter: Tomb of Guan Shuxue.”

Tang Jixiong was taken aback, looking at the name on the tombstone, the deceased should be a young man!

“It’s a shame to die at a young age!”

Tang Jixiong just wanted to sigh.

Then he immediately found out that it was wrong.

At this time, Wang Yifan is holding a chisel to carve the small characters next to the tombstone.

He was extremely fast, and with only a few flicks, a row of small prints jumped onto the stone.

Tang Jixiong’s brow furrowed even more severely.

“No! There seems to be something wrong?”

He looked at Wang Yifan’s movements, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar.

It felt like Wang Yifan was clearly carving something, but it seemed that something was missing.

Tang Jixiong frowned and thought for five minutes.

Just when Wang Yifan was about to engrave all the tombstones.

He suddenly realized!

Tang Jixiong opened his mouth and said.

“I’m going! I know what’s wrong!”

Although Tang Jixiong has never seen anyone carve a tombstone, he still knows some common sense.

To engrave the stele normally, it should be written first and then engraved, or it should be engraved first and then engraved.

That is, the sculptor took a brush and dipped it in water to write on the bluestone first.

Then use an iron chisel to engrave.

With this draft, it is not easy to make mistakes.

But Wang Yifan directly took the iron chisel and hammer to dig on the stone slab.

No draft was prepared at all.

And the words he engraved are not too big or small, just right.

Moreover, look at the font pattern and show the trend.

There is strength in simplicity and rigor without failure.

Where is the man who carved the stele? This is obviously a calligrapher!

Tang Jixiong believed that if this word was carved on the cliff.

There are no second words for pretending to be an ancient inscription.

Because after he developed, he also bought a few ancient calligraphy and paintings at the auction house in an arty manner to fill up the facade of his home.

But contrast the inscription in front of you.

He actually felt that those calligraphy and paintings that were bought at a high price were simply unsightly.

Looking at Wang Yifan who had already got up.

Tang Jixiong almost flattered his praise: “Good word! Really good word!”

“I didn’t expect Wang Shenxian to have such a state of calligraphy!”

Facing Tang Jixiong’s praise, Wang Yifan didn’t say much.

He came to the pool next to the yard, took a handful of water and washed his hands.

Then smiled.

“The deceased is the big one. This monument is the last place for the deceased to leave his name. How can he be careless?”

“Make the living happy, let the dead like it!”

“This is what we inscribers should do!”

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