Xu Tong, who was standing aside, couldn't help but secretly marvel at this craftsmanship.

"boom!"

After getting ready, the old man knelt on the ground with his legs crossed, fingers crossed with his hands, and muttered:

"Beimang knocks lightly on the gate of ghosts, sitting down to make the Yellow Spring cross the Nine Springs. Your Majesty Yama, the ten ghost kings, don't ask about bull heads and horse faces, don't bother civil and military judges, dare not ask Zhong Kui and Cui Yu, don't bother with silver hooks and iron ropes, just invite the seventh and eighth masters to come to my presence.

, ask about impermanence about impermanent things..."

As the words fell, a cool breeze came from nowhere and blew on their cheeks. This cool breeze was more biting than the cold wind, and it made people feel indescribably uncomfortable when it blew on their bodies.

A large amount of cold sweat was falling from the old man's forehead and down his chin. He didn't know whether he had lost too much blood or there was another reason. Xu Tong looked at his trembling hands and couldn't help but frown.

At this time, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared straight at the two paper figures standing up slowly on the ground.

"Quick, throw all the money in."

Seeing the two paper figures standing up on the ground, the old man quickly asked Xu Tong to throw all the paper ingots at hand into the brazier.

While kowtowing to the two paper figures, he said, "Please be kind to me and give my son a chance to survive."

As he said this, he kept kowtowing down. Every time he kowtowed, his head hit the stone on the ground with a banging sound. He kowtowed several times in a row, but the fire in the brazier became smaller and smaller.

Xu Tong took a closer look and found that the fire in the brazier was actually not too small, but it could not light the paper ingot he dropped at all.

Seeing this, the old man looked grim, and continued with a bitter face: "If the seventh master and the eighth master are willing to take pity on the little old man, the little old man will definitely be the two of you in the future. There will be constant incense every day, and the table will be like a banquet every year."

Unfortunately, no matter what he said, the two paper figures in front of him remained unmoved.

Just when the old man felt desperate, Xu Tong suddenly remembered something, took out two ghost notes from his arms and threw them into the brazier.

I just wanted to give it a try, but as soon as Ming Chao entered the brazier, it instantly burned to ashes with a "boom".

The two paper figures moved slightly. Although the movement was small, it gave the old man hope.

Seeing this, Xu Tong did not wait for the old man to speak, and continued to throw the money in his hand. He saw the fire in the brazier getting stronger and stronger, and the two paper figures finally slowly raised their hands and gently moved them forward.

The oil lamp in front of me actually produced kerosene. A wisp of sparks flickered on the wick for a few times, and the abandoned oil lamp was actually lit.

"Thank you to the seventh master and thank you to the eighth master. From now on, I will build a shrine for you two, worship them every day, and make offerings every year."

The old man hurriedly kowtowed in thanks, carefully put the two paper figures into the brazier, watched them disappear in the brazier, and then let out a long breath.

He whispered to Xu Tong aside: "This is a last resort. It's easy to ask the gods but hard to give them away. If it hadn't been for the few precious notes you just threw in, today would probably be the anniversary of my father's death."

As he spoke, he carefully held the oil lamp in his hand, with a smile on his face. Although all his previous efforts were in vain, his son was finally saved. If he had to start over again, he would definitely be able to find a way to send his son to be reincarnated in the underworld.

Just as he was thinking about it, Xu Tong suddenly leaned over and carefully took the oil lamp from his hand and looked at it carefully.

"Be careful, be careful!"

The old man didn't want to let go, but he couldn't hold him back and was about to lose his strength.

Xu Tong looked at the oil lamp in front of him, squinted his eyes, and tilted his head to look at the pale old man: "Old man, you see, I have said this, this is definitely not your retribution."

The old man still didn't understand what Xu Tong meant, so he nodded and was about to say something.

However, Xu Tong took a deep breath and blew hard at the oil lamp. The weak light was blown away by him, and even the lamp oil inside was sprinkled on the ground.
Chapter completed!