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After seeing grandpa reveal this trick, I heard that he had this technique in his nameless book, so I couldn't wait any longer. After randomly grabbing a few mouthfuls of rice, I shut myself in my room and concentrated on reading it.

It was only at this time that I found out that my grandfather wasn't the painter or painter I had spoken of. He had a rather mysterious name: Soul Painter!

According to the books, Soul Painter is divided into five parts, which are Summoning, Annihilating, Descent and Inviting Gods, of which, the most profound part can even invite Gods from the heavens to descend. If my grandfather had told me this in the beginning, of course I would not have believed him, thinking that there are not so many ghosts and gods in this world, but it's different now, after seeing my grandfather's hand, I am actually a little skeptical, and there are also many things in this world that cannot be explained with science, aren't there?

Of course, this is just a thought. However, what I am curious about is that after a lifetime of rummaging through this book, how much of it will be in this book?

As for the weapon that the Soul Painter was most proficient in, it was naturally a brush, but this was something to be said.

The Soul Painter's brush could not be called a pen, but a soul pull. It had the phrase "to attract the soul of all things, to pass through ten thousand souls", and was a killing weapon used to link Yin and Yang, to manifest the soul.

When I saw this, I practically shook my head while thinking, since this big bro can be considered a soul luring master now, I should at least use a "soul luring" to play, no?

However, when I saw the production method of "Soul Luring", I couldn't help but shiver. Isn't the production method of "Soul Luring" a bit too strange?

Only after absorbing enough Yang energy would they be able to use a secret technique to temper and refine it. Only then would it be possible to truly prepare and communicate with Yin and Yang, making it possible for it to manifest in the world, or else, it could only be called a "Mortal Summoning", meaning it was very obvious that if one did not go through this process, no matter how beautiful or valuable it would be, it would only be an ordinary object, and would not become a true weapon of the Soul Painter.

I curled my lips, wondering who could be so cruel, using human bones to make a pen. Since the book said that one must have a spirit pilot's ribs, then that meant that the person who provided the ribs would be related no matter what. Who would want to do it? I've only heard of God using a man's ribs for women. This is the first time I've ever heard of a pen made from a rib.

As for the Wolf's Bristles that his grandfather often took out to play with, it was obviously a 'mortal luring' method. Wasn't it still perfectly used?

And most importantly, it is said that the real "Soul Luring" still needs its approval, otherwise, it would be useless even if someone else took it away. When I saw this scene, I almost laughed out loud, thinking to myself, "There's actually such a thing, it really is an ancient divine tool."

Of course, the most important thing in the book are the later picture books, all the Shura, Yaksha, etc. They are all very vivid, but without exception, all of them did not have eyes, which made me feel very strange, why does my Ma Family ancestors have this problem, do they like to leave their tails?

"Duk Duk Duk." Two knocks on the door sounded out. I heard my grandfather's voice, "It's missing. How's it going? If you don't understand, you can ask my grandfather!"

When I heard this, I laughed, thinking to myself that I had never seen my grandfather so concerned about me when I was in school before. Now, he was actually concerned about my studies, so I chuckled and said, "You can come in. I have something to ask you."

"Grandfather, may I know what level your 'Soul Pull' is?" I saw my grandfather walk in with a smile on his face, so I winked at him and asked.

"Cough cough." Grandfather's expression was strange, he stuttered for a long time before saying: "What are you concerned about right now, first familiarize yourself with the pictures inside, understand the basics of Soul Painter first."

Hearing that, I did not want to answer, thinking that my interest was like that of a teacher, just knowing what was the use of it, so after asking for a long time, my grandfather finally blushed and said, "Grandfather's roots are too weak, after this lifetime, at most, you can be considered to be standing at the doorstep of Soul Painter."

"You haven't even started?" When I heard that, I was a little disappointed, but most of it was anticipation. I thought to myself, if this old man kneeling at the door is so capable, wouldn't he be overpowered if he really became Soul Painter?

His grandfather did not utter a word and just sat there in a daze, pointing at the diagrams on the book: "Don't underestimate these Gods, if grandfather really is Soul Painter, then the funeral parlor would not be so hard to deal with."

I thought about it again and again and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Hearing this, his grandfather's expression immediately straightened. He sighed and said, "I had originally planned to talk about this later, but now that you've asked, I'll tell you."

"It's missing. Since you've already entered this door, then I must tell you of the few things I need to tell you. In our line of work, there is only one thing I need to do."

According to my grandfather, three souls are divided into seven spirits, and the three souls refer to the light, spirit and spirit of the fetus, also known as the heavenly soul, earth spirit and human soul. The seven souls refer to the dog, the arrow, the bird Yin, the devourer, the non-poisonous, defilement, the foul lungs, joy, anger, grief, fear, love, evil and lust.

Hearing this, I was amazed, thinking that this was really not bad, no wonder my grandfather could draw that portrait of Xiuqin's husband without any ink, so this was the reason.

As for the Soul Painter, he would only do one thing: he would never commit heinous acts!

Of course, this did not only refer to the fact that his grandfather only drew remains, it also meant that he was useful. This understanding was very obvious, towards this villain, not to mention our Soul Painter, even if it was anyone else, we would not rashly help him!

Saying this, Grandpa let out a heavy sigh and said, "It's missing. Grandpa has been doing his job well all his life, sitting straight. Only, he shouldn't have taken the funeral parlor."

"Why?" I was surprised. Although I also felt that I shouldn't have bothered with it, I didn't feel that it was anything special.

"I feel that Xiuqin's husband died unusually." Grandfather looked straight at me and whispered.

"Of course it's unusual. Didn't you see how his face looked like?" I received it immediately, but my grandfather cut me off with a wave of his hand. "I'm saying that her husband's death is related to her!"

Hearing this, I shivered, and almost jumped up. I thought, how is that possible, her husband is dead, and Xiuqin is crying so hard, how can it be related to her?

However, my grandfather didn't continue to talk about this matter. Instead, he lightly sighed and seriously said to me, "In this world, one should always have a clear conscience. It's lacking. Remember my grandfather's words. Do not make any mistakes."

Although I felt that no matter if it was for Soul Painter or for ordinary people, my grandfather's words were the most basic of laws, but I could tell from his expression that there was a hidden meaning behind his words, so I asked him what was going on.

Grandfather didn't directly answer me. Instead, he softly said, "The cycle of karma, reprimand for unhappiness. Grandfather will make a bet with you, how about it?"

The moment I heard the bet, I became excited and asked him what he was betting on.

His grandfather said mysteriously: "In less than a month, this Xiuqin will not be a good person to report. If you win, we will leave our family's finances to you."

"And you won?" When I heard this, I was immediately interested. Thinking about how I would be able to earn money with my left hand and count it with my right, I was overjoyed.

"I won." Grandpa laughed and sighed. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth and said, "If I win, how about you help grandpa with something?"

"Please tell me." I chuckled, thinking to myself, how could I possibly lose?

"If I win, then you can come to my room and take off the cloth I hung on the wall." Grandfather smirked and actually turned around and left my room.

"The cloth?" I was confused. I had been to my grandfather's room before, where did the cloth come from on the wall?

In the days that followed, I took a closer look at this tattered book and changed from a painting class flower to a drawing of monsters and demons. I had to admit that I was quite talented in painting, and after a while, I had actually memorized more than half of the paintings here.

As for his grandfather, he was still the same as before, going out for a stroll when he had nothing to do, occasionally taking on some small jobs or the like.

However, the thing that moved me the most was that in this period of time, Grandpa seemed to have completely changed. He practically never puffed and glared at me again. Even when I occasionally committed a small mistake, Grandpa only faintly smiled and didn't care at all.

Sometimes I even thought, in fact, it's not bad to live like this. When I can live on my own, I'll let my grandpa rest at home, spend some money, open up some meat for my grandpa, and then draw a beautiful wife with my own ability. If it really doesn't work out, how good would it be to have two more?

In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed.

Only, I never thought that the bet between me and grandpa would actually come true!