"Yunbao, that's your mother's calligraphy." Gu Luo introduced it to her. The calligraphy was delicate and beautiful, and had its personal style. It was very beautiful. Yunbao reached out to touch the words on it, but she silently recited the incantation she had learned yesterday. Because just now, her master had asked her to pay attention to this monolith. Sure enough, after the incantation ended, a woman who had lost an arm appeared.
As the woman who had lost her arm appeared, a memory slowly appeared in front of her.
At that time, the woman was not yet handicapped. She was squatting beside the stone and carving words bit by bit. Due to Gu Luo's high requirements, every stroke had to be done by hand. The woman complained as she worked.
"What kind of lousy job is this? The efficiency is so slow. How can I earn money? If I don't have money, I won't be able to pay my debts. Loan sharks don't wait for people!"
