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At first, after I got this portrait of this woman, I thought that even if Director Wang didn't know this woman, I had at least met her before. However, I didn't expect that Director Wang would shake his head and say that I didn't know her with an indifferent expression in the end.

If he doesn't know this woman, where can I find her? If I can't find her, how can I dissolve his mother's resentment?

"Master Ma, where did you get this portrait?" Director Wang seemed to have noticed my expression and asked me softly.

At this moment, I didn't have the mood to waste time on him. I impatiently said, "No matter what method you use, you must find out who this woman is and where she lives."

Director Wang was surprised by my attitude, but he still took a deep breath and looked at his mother who was lying on the bed. He then took the portrait and left without saying a word.

I turned and walked out of the room, feeling depressed. I walked up to the balcony and looked at the endless countryside outside the small town.

Although there is a way to communicate directly with Yin spirits, it is not possible to communicate directly with Yin spirits unless there is no other choice. The reason is very simple, it is because there must be a gap between Yin and Yang, and once a person communicates directly with Yin spirits, it will create a karmic effect. Not to mention other Soul Painting Masters, even I am not willing to take on this risk.

Due to the fact that the old lady's body hadn't been invited out of the room, there were less than ten relatives gathered downstairs. They were chatting casually, so it didn't seem very cordial, but when I looked at them, I felt that something was missing.

At this time, I also saw Director Wang, holding this portrait in his hand, he was asking the people seated below, but without exception, all of the people who were questioned shook their heads, indicating that they had not seen this woman in the painting before.

I was even more surprised when I saw her. I thought to myself, 'This woman is already dead but I still remember her. Why can't anyone recognise her.'

As far as I know, at the age of the old lady, the range of movement is quite limited. People I have contact with are also quite limited. According to my understanding, the woman in the portrait shouldn't be too far away.

After Director Wang questioned everyone below, my heart sank to the bottom. If that was really the case, then it would be troublesome.

The Soul Painter's portrait was actually made using the Qi of the deceased to turn it into ink, and from there, it depicted the true appearance of the deceased.

However, if the deceased did not have a wish, or had a grievance that was too great, then the soul depiction process would naturally produce many obstacles. If this could not be resolved, then there was only one solution.

However, I would never want to use this method until that step.

Nothing else, because he was too tired.

He was anxious and frustrated at the same time. Just as I was about to go downstairs, I suddenly heard a "putong" sound from the old lady's room, as if something heavy had fallen onto the floor. I couldn't help but be startled and immediately run back into my room.

He only saw that the old lady's corpse had actually half sat up, her upper body slightly sitting up, her mouth wide open, her shriveled lips as white as paper. One hand supported her on the bed, while the other hand drooped slightly.

From the looks of her, she seemed like a living person who had just woken up from a long sleep and wanted to say something.

I've never heard of such a thing even though I've been a grandpa in this line of work.

A gust of cold air came from the bottom of my feet and rushed towards my head without any reason, causing my entire body to turn cold. I was extremely shocked. The old lady's stone-like posture had already been deeply imprinted into my mind and would be forever obliterated.

Even though I consider myself to be a Soul Painter and will definitely come into contact with these strange things, I still have to say that the current me is so afraid that I just want to immediately retreat.

I didn't dare to enter the room and shakily walked down the stairs. However, once I reached the staircase, I remembered my identity, this was my first deal, I couldn't just ruin it like this. I stood there for a while longer, feeling that my emotions had calmed down a bit before I started walking down the stairs again.

"Director Wang, come over here for a while." After searching for a while, I found Director Wang who was still holding the portrait and asking around, and pulled him over to the side.

"What's wrong?" Director Wang was puzzled.

I swallowed my saliva. I didn't know how to explain it to him, so I just lightly pulled him and said, "Come over and take a look."

When I followed Director Wang to the room where his mother's corpse was kept, I saw that her body had once again laid there without moving.

"How could this be?" I suddenly thought of something. Could it be that someone was lacking in virtue and wanted to tease me like that?

Of course, it was only a passing thought, and I didn't believe that anyone would be so sick as to tease me with the remains of an old man who had just died.

"Master Ma, what's wrong?" Director Wang looked at it, his face filled with suspicion.

Hearing this, I felt a little awkward. After looking back at the old lady's corpse, I changed the topic and asked the Director Wang, "Have you found this woman yet?"

Unsurprisingly, Director Wang said he could not find it, and looked troubled.

I sighed. "How long has your mother been here?"

"It's been almost a month, I also did not expect something like this to happen to my parents the moment they moved here." Director Wang shook his head, looking troubled.

However, Director Wang's words immediately sobered me up. Seeing Director Wang like this, the time I have spent with my parents was also very little, so it was inevitable that I understand less. However, there's a high possibility that there's someone who knows about it.

"How is your father?" I asked.

"He's in the hospital, but his condition isn't too good. I'm afraid it'll be in just a few days." He replied calmly, without a trace of regret on his face.

Looking at his expression, I felt a wave of disgust, thinking how sad it was to be a human being.

"Do you want to ask your father if he knows?"

The moment I said that, Director Wang immediately clapped. "That's right, if you didn't say it, I would have forgotten."

"Go, I will bring you there immediately." After saying that, the Director Wang became extremely impatient, he took out his car keys and headed downstairs.

Director Wang's father was placed in the hospital, lying there dying. His face was pale and oxygen was in his nose, if not for the weak rise and fall of his chest, he would have looked no different from a dead person.

"Dad, are you alright?" Once Director Wang entered the ward, he walked to the side of the ward without any hesitation and lightly patted his father's hands as he asked.

To be honest, I have the urge to slap him twice when I see him like this. It's already like this, why are you asking me?

After the old man heard his voice, his eyelids slightly trembled, and then he weakly opened his eyes. His eyes glanced at Director Wang gloomily, and his Adam's apple trembled, as a wave of vague dream-like voice came out of his throat.

"Dad, do you know him?" Director Wang did not care about the situation in front of his father's eyes at all, immediately opening the painting and placing it in front of his father.

I shook my head repeatedly as I didn't want to continue watching. His father's situation could probably last for more than two days.

But that's good too, having a son like this is really hard.

However, to my surprise, his father's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the drawing. His spirit seemed to have returned as he shakily extended his right hand and pointed towards the door of the ward.

Director Wang and I looked at each other and simultaneously looked towards the ward's door. We saw the nurses coming and going, but there was nothing abnormal.

However, the old man seemed to be unwilling. He pointed with all his might, but the result was still the same.

I really could not bear to torment this old man who was at death's door, so I patted Director Wang's shoulder and said: "Let's go back first, then think about whether there is any other way."

"Sigh, my father is also muddleheaded, there's nothing we can do." After leaving the ward, the Director Wang sighed repeatedly, his face showing more regret than sadness.

Looking at his attitude, all I could do was remain silent.

My mood was a little down. As I kept lowering my head to think about this matter, the more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became. Thus, I instinctively turned back to look at the sickroom that Director Wang's father was in.

But just at that moment, I suddenly saw a faint green flash and he immediately entered Director Wang's father's sickroom. His speed was shockingly fast.