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Seeing that Liu Hao's father was whispering something to the Director Wang, the Director Wang's face changed, and then his furrowed brows relaxed, and he laughed: "So that's how it is, nothing serious, nothing serious."

At the same time, I saw Director Wang standing up with a faint smile on his face. He said harmoniously: "Since Master Ma is only doing this matter of taking pictures, then I shall ask Master Ma to first take a picture of my mother."

I nodded. Just as I was about to talk about the price, Director Wang continued to speak. "Meeting is fate. Master Ma is young and promising. What do you think of 3000?"

When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat. I thought, "This boss is really different. He opened his mouth and said three thousand. That should be enough for me to suffer for a long time."

However, although I was very satisfied with the price, I was not stupid enough to recklessly take over the business. Thus, I asked the Director Wang: "I'll take a look first, I wonder where your mother's body is now. If it's a funeral home, then I'll have to trouble you to find another person."

Even now, I still haven't figured out why my grandfather didn't take the body and stay in the funeral parlor, but since he did so, he definitely had his reasons for doing so, so I had better be careful.

"Haha, Master Ma is really straightforward, in fact, not only did he say that, even we have such concerns," Director Wang laughed, he did not seem to be able to see the gloominess of the old man's death, and stood up with Wang Hao's father before me: "Master Ma, my mother passed away last night, and now her corpse is at home, are you free to go over there?"

"F * ck," seeing Director Wang's behavior, I cursed in my heart. Seeing the way he talked and laughed in front of me, how did he look like someone whose mother had passed away?

However, I only care about making money, I don't care about other things. Thus, I nodded, stood up and said, "Let's go!"

However, the moment I said that, the two of them were stunned, they stammered for a long time before asking, "Master Ma doesn't need any tools?"

I chuckled and stretched out my hands in front of the two of them. "These hands are my tools. However, do you have Xuan paper?"

"Yes, yes, there are a lot", the Director Wang was startled and immediately replied.

Actually, I did this for a reason. Firstly, I lost my grandfather's copper bowl. Secondly, I discovered that the "Spirit Realm" in the painting had the functions of a copper bowl and a wolf's hair.

And because of this, I was almost always carrying the Spirit Realm with me.

Director Wang also came in a luxurious car, making me think of the last time I was with my grandfather, Xiuqin. In the end, with a bit of sadness, I sat in Director Wang's car, and quickly retreated as I watched the scenery on both sides.

In less than ten minutes, Director Wang had already brought me to his house. It was a very modern looking building, each floor was at least two hundred square meters wide, and it was so big that it was scary.

At this time, Director Wang's door was filled with people, and when they saw him appear, they all went up to him warmly.

"Master Ma, please come in." After exchanging a few pleasantries with these people, the Director Wang led me inside the house.

However, to save trouble, I asked him directly, "Where is your mother?"

"In her bedroom, I'll bring you here." Director Wang didn't hesitate as he led me directly to the second floor in a series of twists and turns.

The extravagance of his home's furnishings made me inwardly click my tongue. A single chandelier in the second-floor living room alone would have cost me several orders of money to buy it. All the furniture in the room was mahogany, Chinese style, luxurious yet not low-key.

However, when I came to the room where he said he was going to sleep, I saw that the scene had changed from the splendor of the past to that of a dark, small, and musty old woman. When I stood at the door, I saw the body of the old woman lying on an old bed with shelves, and the dim light from outside the window shone on her lonely corpse with an indescribable bleakness.

I frowned as I thought about how I can let the old lady live here by herself. Don't think that Director Wang is such a pretentious person, to think that he was actually such an unfilial son. This is simply mistreatment.

The Director Wang seemed to have seen through my thoughts as he explained, "I was not at home all year round, so the old lady chose this room for herself."

I ignored him. In front of the facts, no matter how this Director Wang explained himself, he couldn't get rid of this suspicion.

"Alright, I'll take this job. Go get a piece of Xuan paper." I stood at the door and sized it up for a moment before saying in a bad mood.

"Yes sir." Director Wang replied and turned around to leave, and taking this chance, I entered the room. After looking around, my gaze landed on the old lady's face, but after one look, I was shocked. A big chunk of her shriveled and emaciated face was missing, revealing her ghastly bones.

It was also at this moment that Director Wang walked in. He looked at me strangely and asked, "Master Ma, are you alright?"

I took the Xuan paper from his hand and forcefully squeezed out a smile. "It's fine. You can leave first!"

After Director Wang left, the only people left in the room were me and the old lady. I took a deep breath of the musty air and forced myself to calm down.

The air in the room was so stifling that it made my head spin. It took me a long time before I felt any better, so I took the Spirit Guide out of my pocket.

Lightly stroking the bright and clean body of the brush, a warm feeling, similar to jade, came over. It gave me a slight chill, which made my spirit tremble.

I slowly spread out the xuan paper and took out a piece of it to fit the size. Then, I laid it flat on the table and bowed towards the old lady's body three times as I held the brush in both of my hands. I said in a soft voice, "The spirit will return to the heaven and earth, the soul will lead the netherworld, soul will draw Ma Que, and the soul will lead the soul back!"

Honestly speaking, I don't really understand the meaning of this sentence, but according to my grandfather's book, this is called Spirit Realm, which is also equivalent to a method of communication with the souls of the dead, and it has almost become a kind of routine dialogue before Soul Painter's Soul Painting.

After reading this part, I picked up the Spirit Realm in my hand and bowed to the west three more times. I then said, "The three souls return to heaven, the seven souls return to nature. When a person's lamp is extinguished, they will turn to dust due to fate. " I remembered that back then, when my grandfather was painting a portrait of Xiuqin's husband, he had also read it aloud. At that time, I did not understand the meaning behind it, but later on, through that nameless book I read, I found out that this period of time, he was determined to retract the sword corpse's aura to reveal the true image in front of him.

Of course, it was only after I understood the meaning of this sentence, did I truly understand why grandfather was completely different from a corpse when he drew Xiuqin's husband.

As soon as I said that, a cold wind started to blow in the room. It slowly started to circle around the old lady's body, gradually becoming thicker and more solid. In the end, a blurry figure slowly formed and became clearer.

Looking around, he saw a skinny old lady dressed in a grey robe floating above the corpse. It looked like she was using high-tech technology to create a holographic projection.

Although I had already mentally prepared myself for this, seeing this strange scene, I still felt weak in my heart, so I forced myself to calm down. When the hand holding the Spirit Realm no longer trembled, I slowly made a stroke.

"The monitors can see clearly, the eyes of mortals can see through the universe."

"Lifespan is extended to the Fuze Pool, and one's eyebrows dropped to the ground as they roamed around in the mortal world."

"Judge the Lord's wealth and grace, receive the five spirits through the nose and the mountain."

"The cashier collects the five valleys and devours the four seas."

"I've heard the voice before, but I can tell that it is loyal and adulterous."

With each stroke, I muttered an incantation. Streams of auras slowly emitted from the old lady's body and enter the empty space at the end of the Spirit Realm brush. This explains why Grandfather didn't need ink to finish drawing the picture previously.

Not long after, the old lady's facial features were clearly displayed on the Xuan paper. However, according to the old rules, I didn't draw an eyeball, and there was a reason why I did so.

In Soul Painter's line, the line "Soul-Fixation" used in the eye painting meant that as long as the eyes were fixed on it, the spirit of the painting would be fixed in place, and must never be written again. Similarly, as long as the final mark was not written, this portrait could at most be considered as having been a small part of it.

I slightly straightened my waist and looked at the figure that was close to dissipating above the old lady's corpse. I took a deep breath and steadily pinched the brush handle before shouting, "There's a universe in the brush, enter the soul in the painting!"

With my shout, the shadow of the old lady completely disappears, turning into spots of light that fill the empty space at the end of the brush. At the same time, I feel that the brush shaft in my hand is getting heavier and heavier, as though it weighs a thousand kilograms.

The nameless book that his grandfather gave him stated that a person's soul had a weight. The heavier the resentment, the heavier the soul would be. At the same time, it would also be harder to exceed the weight of one's soul.

I secretly clucked my tongue as I watched countless specks of light enter the empty space at the end of the pen and turn into something as black as ink. I thought to myself, 'How wrong it must be for this old lady to die!'

However, as the Soul Painter, since I have accepted this job, I have to draw this portrait no matter what.

Actually, the process of Soul Painter drawing the portrait using a specific technique was also the process of transcending the limits of his soul. Generally speaking, the moment the portrait was formed, his Soul Depth should have been completed.

But, there were still exceptions, for example regarding Xiuqin's husband, didn't the last image go blank?

Feeling the increasingly heavy Spirit Realm in my hands, my heart shivered. I couldn't help but think about how Liu Hao's father had done such a good deed for me, why did he give me such a difficult job so early on?

I took another deep breath and slowly moved my arm that was holding the Spirit Realm. With great difficulty, I touched the surface of the xuan paper with my eye.

This process seemed to me to be extremely long and painful, as if there was an invisible force that was strongly rejecting the Spirit Realm in my hands. My entire body shuddered as sweat instantly rolled down my face.

However, to my relief, the portrait was finally completed.

I heaved a long sigh of relief. Just as I was about to call Director Wang in, I saw that the xuan paper, which was placed on the table, actually floated up high with a whoosh. Then, under my astonished gaze, it exploded into pieces of paper that filled the sky.

The portrait I just finished exploded?