Finally, with Wang Zihan's hard work all night long, he finally carved more than a hundred silver notes. However, with each rune he carved, he felt that his experience had been taken away a little, and now he felt paralyzed.
Wang Zihan couldn't care less, so he took the banknote and ran to his grandfather's grave.
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"Grandpa, this time every banknote is engraved with an inscription as per your request. If you don't receive it this time, don't blame me."
In the underworld, in the Nine Nether Demon Cave, there was sudden lightning and thunder, the air was filled with the smell of blood, and the entire space seemed to have solidified.
"Boss, look!" A soldier suddenly became frightened. Wang Yishan looked at the sky and said with a smile, "What do I think is going on? This is a brat who is here to give us money."
Everyone listen, my grandson has sent me money, everyone comes with me to collect the money.
As expected, it didn't take long for the banknotes to fall into the devil's cave like rain. Wang Yishan took a banknote and said, each one is ten million, these are about five or six billion, and my soldiers are tens of millions, barely
It’s enough to cover the expenses of the soldiers for a month. Why did this guy spend so little to come here? It seems that I’m going to see my good grandson tonight. If you don’t spend hundreds of billions for me, I’ll bring him here.
!
"Boss, he is your grandson, do you really want to bring him down?"
"That brat, why don't you come down and accompany me so as not to cause trouble to your mother?"
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As Wang Zihan was walking home, he kept sneezing all the way. He thought it must be his grandfather thanking him.
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It was already dark when he arrived at the door of the house. Wang Zihan had a hasty dinner and got ready to go to bed. He felt that his grandfather would thank him in his dream. After all, he spent so much energy on seal carving and almost killed himself.
, I really went down to accompany the old man.
In the middle of the night..."Grandson, I am your grandpa, grandson, I am your grandpa"
"Good guy, you old man is really here. I know you don't need to thank me. After all, you are also my grandfather."
"Bah, who said I'm here to thank you? The few hundred million you gave me are not enough to pay my soldiers for a month. What do you want me to do with the King of Hell?"
"How many hundreds of millions? If I burn it for you, it would be several tens of billions at least? How come it's only several hundred million?"
"How many hundreds of billions? It must be because the exchange rate between heaven and earth is different. That's the point down there. Damn the King of Hell really knows how to make money."
"Grandpa, what should I do? I made the inscription for you and I felt almost exhausted. Then you told me that the King of Hell took all the money away."
"It takes a lot of effort to carve an inscription, so grandson, you will definitely feel weak. It's okay. Just take some Liuwei Dihuang Pills tomorrow and you'll be fine. If that doesn't work, give me some Shenbao!"
"Good guy, Grandpa, you are holding on to me and you are planning to ask me to help you burn money? Let me forget it. If you burn too much, you will give it to the King of Hell. You have nothing to lose!"
"You silly boy, you don't have to burn paper money for me tomorrow. Burn a few Gatlings for me tomorrow. The King of Hell can't find that stuff. It's so powerful!"
"Grandpa really has yours, this makes you think of it!"