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Looking at the image giving me a weird smile, I immediately came back to my senses. I thought that perhaps the woman wasn't seeing things, but was actually blinking when she saw the image.

In a short moment, the hand that I used to hold the portrait started to tremble slightly. I didn't know whether to throw it or not.

"Ma..." Master Ma, are you unwell? " Perhaps the woman noticed my abnormality, but she stood still just like me and asked me in a low voice.

I secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva before regaining my senses. I looked at the woman and said tremblingly, "No …" "No problem, let's go."

The moment the portrait entered the hall, a burst of wailing sounds could be heard. At this moment, it was finally time to go into mourning. The woman didn't care about me anymore and started to cry with her relatives.

I obediently brought the portrait to the center of the mourning hall. After kowtowing three times, I heaved a sigh of relief and ran to Grandfather's place without looking back. I thought to myself that this was finally the end.

When he returned to his grandfather's place, he saw his grandfather currently sitting there, puffing on a cigarette. After seeing me, he didn't even move his body. From the looks of it, he had no intention of leaving.

"Grandfather, we've completed it. Let's go!"

It didn't mean I wanted to stay, so as soon as I got there, I picked up my grandfather's wooden suitcase and hung it on my shoulder without saying a word.

"The funeral won't end, we won't be able to leave." Without even raising his head, Grandfather suddenly replied and abruptly. He immediately poured a bucket of cold water over his head, shocking me to the point where I was dumbfounded. Besides, we are not related to this person, so it's not our turn to stand guard.

I immediately disagreed and looked at my grandfather. "Grandfather, do you feel that you didn't get enough money?"

"Bullsh * t!" Grandfather immediately became angry when he heard that. He glared at me and shouted, "You little brat, you only know how to earn money. Do you think that working capital is that kind of person?"

I curled my lips. I was completely skeptical of my grandfather's words.

There's a reason for this. You know, grandpa is famous in our area. People say, "Give it right away". Why? Because there were many times that his grandfather had helped people with their portraits and as soon as he finished painting, he immediately asked for money. Because there were many times that his grandfather had helped people with their portraits and as soon as he finished painting, he directly asked for money.

At this moment, the woman from before walked in. Her eyes looked a little swollen, and her face was full of grief. She held a stack of money in her hand, and even for someone like me who didn't care at all, I couldn't help but feel sad.

"Master Ma, it's been hard on you …" The woman walked over and handed the money over to her grandfather. She only said a few words before she choked with sobs again.

Grandfather accepted the money without even counting. Then, he gently waved his hand and said, "It's not hard work. This is also part of my job. You don't have to be sad, your health is more important!"

Looking at his hypocritical appearance, I really want to pretend that I don't know him. This old man is too greedy for money.

The lady lightly nodded her head and said: "Master Ma, please pack up. I will arrange someone to send you home right now."

At this point, the woman turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Grandfather suddenly called out to the woman, "We'll be staying here today."

Zhang Xuan's grandfather didn't say anything. With just a few words, he was unable to comprehend the situation.

I, who was at the side, was stunned. I thought to myself, "He has already accepted the money and has already made a good person but he still hasn't left. Why is he still thinking of staying here to get a meal?"

The woman was also stunned as she looked at her grandfather with a puzzled expression.

"Your husband is worried about you, so the so-called meeting is fate. Since this old man has taken over this matter, he wants to go through with it and let your husband rest in peace. At the same time, I can accumulate merits for myself."

When I heard this, I was immediately happy. I thought to myself, that is a matter of monks and Taoists, what does it have to do with my portrait?

After the woman heard her husband, her expression immediately changed. She looked at her grandfather and lowered her head, as if thinking about something. After a long time, she squeezed out a smile and said, "It's really great that Master Ma is willing to help your deceased husband.

"It's fine. If you're cold, I'll drink some alcohol to warm my body." His grandfather waved his hand casually, appearing to not care at all.

"Alright, then I'll be troubling you." The woman smiled lightly, turned around and entered the hall, leaving me and grandpa here once again.

I stood at the side without making a sound. I really wanted to scold this old man a few words. After taking thousands of people, you still want to drink other people's wine? Are you tired? Besides, this place is no better than a hotel or restaurant. This is a funeral home, and there are dead people everywhere.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" My grandfather stamped on his cigarette and extinguished it before throwing it to the corner. Finally, he glanced at me and asked leisurely.

I snorted coldly as I couldn't be bothered with him. I turned my head to look at the corpse lying on the ice coffin. I cursed under my breath and walked to the window, looking at the people walking past.

"Dead people, the living." Grandfather let out a long sigh and sat down again, slowly saying, "Since we agreed to this task, we have to take responsibility for it to the end. This is what you scholars call 'professional qualities', understand?"

It's fine if he doesn't say it, but the moment he said it, I got even angrier. What do you mean by 'professional quality'? Aren't you just greedy for wine? You make it sound so nice.

"We're just painting, how can we just bury him like that?"

However, in the end, I still felt that those words were a little hurtful and swallowed it back.

"Bullshit." When my grandpa heard this, he immediately got angry. He took out the cigarette that was just in his mouth and pointed at my nose. "Little brat, what's a portrait? "We are painters and painters, do you understand? If we were in the old era, we would all be people who eat royal food. We would even have to give some face to the royal table."

Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, I was angered myself. I thought that if I had the time, I might as well draw another class flower. Glancing at the rows of chairs beside me, I ignored him and lay down on the bed with my eyes closed to recuperate.

I don't know how long it had been, but I felt someone was leisurely shouting in my ear, a chilly wind blew on my neck, and I thought it was my grandfather, so I waved my hands a few times. I turned around but couldn't be bothered with it, but the sound seemed to be getting stronger, as it kept calling out to me, as if it wasn't going to wake me up or give up.

"What are you doing? Don't let me sleep?" I stretched my body impatiently as I opened my eyes.

Ah!

However, when I saw what was in front of me, I was immediately startled and shouted out in alarm.

His face was covered in red and white powder, and he was staring at me with a pair of empty and lifeless eyes. His mouth, which was almost crooked to his chin, was opening and closing continuously, and from time to time, a voice would echo out, "Fei Er, Qian Er!"

"F * ck, isn't this the dead person? Why am I sleeping next to him?"

I immediately scuttled away, but after just a step, my body jolted and golden stars appeared in my eyes. When I came back to my senses, I realised that I had fallen to the ground. The coffin that was lying on the ground had already disappeared without a trace.

"Grandfather!" I immediately cried out in agony.

"Hehe, what are you shouting about!"

Pappy's impatient voice came from the side. I turned to look and saw him sitting in the corner with his back hunched. In his hand, he was holding onto that wolf's hair.

"Coffin …" "What about the coffin?" I asked my grandfather anxiously as I looked around like a madman.

"What time is it? Someone had already moved me out." Grandfather absent-mindedly replied. He turned around and looked at me with a faint smile. "What's wrong? Are you having a nightmare?"

When I heard that, my face flushed and I quickly turned my head to look outside. I saw that it was still early, so I asked my grandpa how long I had been sleeping for.

"It's fine, it's still early." Grandfather laughed, "Sleep a little longer. Rest well for the night and work hard."