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According to the customs here, when an old man dies, the next generation's direct blood relatives should keep their filial piety for three years. Since my parents are no longer around, I should be the one to guard the filial piety.

I sat in my grandfather's room for a long time, not knowing what to do, but at the same time, I secretly made up my mind. Since I was my grandfather's only relative in this world, then I would have to inherit his mantle.

I went back to my room and took some of my daily necessities to my grandfather's room. I was going to stay in his room, and it was only in his room that I felt less lonely.

In the following time, I cleared my mind and slowly accepted the fact that my grandfather had left me. However, I wasn't in a hurry to open the door for business. Instead, I hid in my grandfather's room and read the book that my grandfather had left me.

Moreover, in the process, I discovered that the box that originally held this book had disappeared. Thinking about it, it should have been stolen by that thief as well.

This nameless book has no cover. This is my grandfather's last thought.

However, before all of this, I used my memory to draw a portrait of my grandfather, which was neatly placed in my grandfather's bedroom. That way, I would be able to see him every day.

It was only then that I realized how important a small portrait was to both the dead and the living.

After this period of work, I took out the letter that Grandfather left for me. After soaking in tears, the words were already a little blurry, and only then did I recall the bet I had with Grandfather. My heart couldn't help but darken, and I started to look around Grandfather's room, only, what kind of cloth was hanging on the wall in Grandfather's room?

I looked around but still didn't see anything. However, my gaze finally fixed on my grandfather's bed net that was hanging on the wall. However, that bed net was tattered and hadn't been there for a long time.

Thinking about this, I didn't stop there. I carefully opened up the mosquito net, but halfway through, my heart thumped. I really did discover the problem.

It turned out that there was a painting hanging behind the mosquito net!

It was a portrait of an old man with shoulder-length hair. He held a brush in his hand and was wearing an ancient robe. He looked very elegant.

However, the portrait was missing only two eyes. The space was blank, which made the entire painting lose its charm. It seemed strange.

Moreover, this painting was slightly yellow with curling edges. It looked like it had a few years of history.

Remembering the bet he made with my grandfather, it goes without saying that he must have known that he would soon die, so he intentionally left this painting to me.

It's just that this painting looks so ordinary. What did he leave me?

I foolishly looked at the person without eyes in the painting. Then, I recalled my grandfather's usual drawing habits and was abruptly shocked. I thought to myself, could it be that my grandfather wanted me to give this painting some attention?

When I thought of this, I immediately became spirited and took out a brush. However, when the matter was about to come to an end, I was put in a difficult position. What kind of ink was this?

I remember my grandfather saying that wine is the essence of food, gathering the world's spirit energy, could it be wine?

The more I thought about it, the more I thought it was possible. So I went to the house and found Grandfather's unfinished wine. I dipped the brush in the wine and lightly lit the eyes of the person in the painting.

However, when these two eyes lit up, the scene of the person walking down from the painting did not appear. It was still the same as before, and because he had ordered with the wine, he could not see the two eyes at all. In just a few moments, the wine had evaporated and there were almost no traces of it?

"Did I get it wrong?" I murmured, feeling a little helpless about the riddle my grandfather had left me.

So I stepped back and stood in front of the picture.

At this moment, a scorched smell came from the painting. I sniffed but before I could figure out what was going on, I saw a foot-long flame jump out from the elephant painting with a 'hu' sound and instantly set the entire painting on fire.

My heart tightened when I saw this. Just as I was about to go over to extinguish the fire, I saw the entire painting collapse from the wall with a "hualala" sound and turn into ashes.

"How could this be?" I was stunned. Looking at the pile of paper on the floor, I wanted to cry but had no tears.

But at this moment, an evil wind suddenly blew and instantly, the paper in the room started to fly about. Before I could clearly see what was going on, I felt my vision darken as a large pile of paper flew over and landed before my eyes.

I covered my eyes with my hands and ran into the kitchen to wash them with water. However, the more I washed them, the more painful it felt to me. Afterwards, I was so distracted that I had no choice but to plunge head first into the water tank to feel slightly better.

It took four or five breaths for my eyes to stop hurting, so I went back to the mirror and looked again, afraid something might go wrong with them.

Fortunately, apart from the fact that my eyes were slightly red, there seemed to be no other problems. I heaved a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, I went back to my grandfather's room to clean up the ashes, but when I returned to my room, there was no ash at all. I saw that my grandfather's room was exactly the same as before, but the painting on the wall was gone.

I picked it up and saw that there were some weird marks on the pen. It looked like a character, but also like a pattern.

Besides, this was a bit strange. The pen in his hand was a bit cold and a bit heavy. It was like jade, but also like something else. The pen holder was hollow and extremely interesting.

However, where did this come from?

However, just at this moment, a thought flashed through my mind. I remembered a painting from the nameless book that my grandfather gave me. I immediately looked through the book and actually found it.

This picture in the book was a pen.

Although all the pens in the world looked the same, the runes on the pens on the map were exactly the same.

"According to the book, if the brush could carve this kind of rune, it would at least indicate its identity …" Spirit Realm!

In other words, this treasure was the ultimate weapon of the Soul Painter.

Gently stroking the smooth pen, an idea gushed into my mind. I would give it a try.

As long as this painting was really nimble, it meant that it was real!

But what was good about painting? Or draw a bird?

Thus, I moved to the blackboard that my grandfather used. Like my grandfather, I recited, "There is a spirit in the world. The soul of the magic opens the eyes. It bestows me with a soul pen, and draw my life!"

Then I quickly dipped it in wine and drew a bird on the blackboard.

Chirp chirp. Under my astonished gaze, that bird really leaped out from the blackboard. Furthermore, it let out two faint chirps.

"It really is Spirit Realm." Seeing that the bird hadn't even jumped out of the blackboard before it turned into mist, I was so happy that I could barely speak. After thinking about it for a while, I finally confirmed that this was something that my grandfather had left for me.

"Ma Que, are you there?" Just as I was rejoicing, someone suddenly called out to me. I felt that the voice was familiar, so I immediately kept the brush and answered. When I opened the door, I saw that it was Liu Hao.

Liu Hao is my best friend in high school and he lives in this town because he has a big scar on his left cheek that I heard he had surgery on when he was still an infant. Furthermore, the students who are close to him always had some unfortunate encounters, so the students don't like him very much, but I am an exception, because firstly, I live in the same town as him, and secondly, my grandfather is a portrait painter, and the students all vaguely avoided me.

"Ma Que, I heard that something has happened to your grandfather, so I came here specifically to see you." Liu Hao said to me in a low voice while standing at the doorway.

I lightly nodded my head. Ever since I left school, it was the first time I met my good friend from before. The haze that my grandfather's death brought me also lessened. Thus, I invited him in and brought up my grandfather's matter.

"If you want to open up, there's still a long road ahead." Liu Hao kind words comforted me.

"I'll be fine." I smiled faintly and chatted with him about some happy things.

However, just as we were happily chatting, I suddenly saw a small hand on his shoulder.

The hand was no bigger than a glass. It was fleshy and very pale. It looked like a baby's hand.

At first, I thought that I was mistaken, so I intentionally leaned closer to take a closer look, but at this moment, the small hand suddenly retracted, completely disappearing.