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I remember that in that nameless book, there was a saying, "The soul has injustice, the spirit cannot be determined." This meant that if the soul had injustice, the final ghost would not be found, and the portrait would be difficult to complete.

For example, what happened with Xiuqin's husband was extremely obvious, and the truth later on proved that Xiuqin died a wrong death, so in the end, the portrait was not completed, and it became a piece of white paper.

Just that, what was going on in front of him? Although Xiuqin's husband was wronged, but in the end, only her image disappeared, but, if the image in front of him exploded, how much injustice would she suffer?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but take two steps back and inhale a breath of cold air. I was extremely shocked in my heart. I didn't expect to encounter such a thorny situation on my first job.

Even though, with Soul Painter's methods, even if the vengeful spirit was no longer willing to leave, the Soul Painter still had more than ten ways to make him go to the place he was supposed to go.

However, Soul Painter's most commonly used method was not arrest, but excessive.

This kind of method didn't match!

For a moment, my thoughts were a little slow, I couldn't think of a suitable response. I could only watch helplessly as the piece of paper fell to the ground, and the Miasma that was released before me once again gathered together. In the end, it formed the figure of the old lady again, floating slowly above her corpse.

Logically speaking, this kind of yin spirit should be an independent existence without any consciousness. There should be no evil, no good, and no emotions.

However, just at this moment, the newly formed shadow unexpectedly vibrates a few times before slowly opening its mouth and giving me a sinister smile.

"F * ck!" When I saw this scene, I immediately shuddered. Unconsciously, my legs went soft and I almost fell to the ground.

Yang was the opposite. Yin and Yang were the opposite. The ghost's laugh was like a Yang's cry. She had yet to accomplish anything.

When the shadow saw me in such a sorry state, it unexpectedly became even more serious, instantly transforming into a gust of cold wind and flew right in front of me. At this moment, her eyes were wide open, making her appear strange and violent, and her shriveled lips were slightly trembling; it didn't seem like she was talking, but rather like she was provoking me.

I foolishly looked at the apparition as cold sweat flowed down my forehead. I opened my mouth wanting to ask her, but my mind was currently blank. I didn't know what to ask.

Time seemed to come to a standstill at this moment. The room was unusually quiet. Duskgold rays shone through the windows, dyeing the entire room in a faint golden color. Everything seemed so unreal.

I blankly looked at her, but her cold spine was constantly reminding me that all of this was real.

I tightly gripped the brush, not daring to make the slightest movement. I also didn't understand what the Yin Spirit meant.

At this moment, the shadow suddenly moved and flew around me like a willow leaf. Then, it slowly moved its neck as it sized me up before slowly approaching me once more. At this close distance, I could even feel the chill within the ghost's body.

However, it was fortunate that this yin spirit only foolishly tossed and turned about before flying straight towards her corpse like a piece of paper, as if nothing had happened.

Sitting on the floor, I heaved a sigh of relief. I felt as though I had survived a disaster. I propped myself up from the ground and was about to get up.

But just at this moment, the Yin Spirit unexpectedly flew back fiercely on purpose, her originally peaceful face instantly became extremely sinister, her wrinkled eyes suddenly stared wide, her eyes turned red, and her mouth also quickly opened wide, to the point where her ears were split, her red tongue was like a poisonous snake flying in front of me, this expression, was like a demon from hell, instantly scaring my neck, causing me to black out, and I almost fainted.

However, due to my instinctive reaction, I abruptly raised my hand to block the attack in front of me (to be more accurate, I blocked my eyes).

I closed my eyes tightly and even my breathing slowed down. I pricked up my ears to listen for any sounds in my surroundings and wanted to run, but my legs felt like lead and I couldn't move them at all. I wanted to shout, but there seemed to be a strand of Qi stuck in my throat and I couldn't make a single sound.

Everything was so depressing and long. I kept this position as if I had been pressed against a acupoint. My heart was filled with extreme fear.

It was only then that I realized that the three thousand yuan was not that easy to earn!

After an unknown amount of time, I still didn't feel anything unusual, so I tried to squint my eyes to catch a glimpse of it. Fortunately, everything was as it was before, and that terrifying face didn't appear in my sight again.

I tried to take another look, but there was nothing. The old lady's stiff body was still lying on the bed. Her ghost had long disappeared, so I exhaled. My whole body was drenched, as if I had just climbed out of a river.

I moved my numb body, feeling that everything in front of me was not real, as if I was in a dream. If it weren't for the scattered scraps of paper on the ground, I would have thought that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

"What should I do?" That was my first thought when I came back to myself.

If I fail to draw the old lady's portrait, I won't be able to earn these 3000 yuan. Most importantly, this is my first business.

Even though the old lady's corpse staying in my room still made me feel weak, I was more afraid of the gloomy business that would happen after the Director Wang's mocking gaze and sign were destroyed.

So, in any case, I have to get on with it.

I gritted my teeth and made up my mind. After thinking for a while, I called over the Director Wang and asked him, "How did your mother die? Why did her face become like this?"

My question was very straightforward and might even touch on some of Director Wang's sensitive emotions, but since the current situation is urgent, I can't care about it anymore. Before it gets dark, I have to finish this portrait, otherwise, it can only wait until the next day.

Director Wang's face paled, he looked at me and said: "Master Ma, why are you suddenly asking this?"

If you don't understand it clearly, this portrait is a small matter. More importantly, I am afraid that in the future, your family will be very uneasy, and your career will not be smooth. "I have said this as sincerely as I could, but I did not expect that, upon hearing what he said, Director Wang actually sneered and said:" The meaning behind Master Ma's words, is that you cannot draw this portrait?

Hearing his words, I was stunned. Why is he flipping his face faster than flipping a book?

Hearing this, I also felt angry in my heart. Thus, I coldly said, "I didn't say that I couldn't draw it, but rather that I had to have a prerequisite for drawing this portrait."

"Before that, does Master Ma mean you must know about my mother's death?"

"Yes." I replied with certainty.

Director Wang looked at me fixedly. After a long silence, he turned his head to look at his mother who was lying on the bed and sighed. "It's all my fault.

I didn't say anything. I stared at him, waiting for his next words.

He had been searching for all sorts of strange things over the years, and rarely returned home. In order to be filial, he had spent a huge amount of money and manpower to build his parents a large house in his hometown.

Not long ago, he heard that an ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty was unearthed in Shaanxi, so he rushed there without saying anything.

However, just as Director Wang was about to earn a huge sum of money in complacency, a grievous news came from his family, saying that his mother had passed away, and that his father was also seriously ill.

Although the Director Wang that received this news was grieving, they couldn't bear to see the opportunity to make money go away like this. Thus, they clenched their teeth and stayed in Shaanxi for another day, collecting a few ancient items before hurrying back home.

Unfortunately, because of the delay, and because he was worried about his parents, on the way home, Director Wang overturned his car. He was not actually injured, but all the ancient items that he had collected had been lost in the mountains and forests.

After all that had happened, when Director Wang finally returned home, his mother had already been dead for almost two days.

As for the injury on his mother's face, it was because when she died at home, she was eaten by rats!