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Looking at Director Wang who had suddenly become completely honest with me, I had thought that he would say something else to me. However, I had never expected that he would actually say such an incredible thing.

This was too outrageous!

The price was ten thousand for a normal portrait? This was too outrageous!

Even though I don't really understand the real purpose of Director Wang, but to me, drawing an ordinary picture is still a piece of cake.

I opened my mouth, wanting to ask him why, but when I saw the clarity and appraisal in his eyes, I forcefully swallowed that question and lightly nodded my head with a long sigh.

Even if I did ask, would he tell me the truth?

However, what I don't understand is, if he really only wanted me to draw an ordinary portrait, why would he need to spend so much time and effort?

"Master Ma, you can promise me that after my mother's funeral, I will tell you everything." Director Wang opened his mouth and spoke again, his words sincere and earnest. From the current him, I could not feel any signs of his personality being incomplete.

I clenched my teeth. With my current experience, not to mention the Director Wang, even if it's just an ordinary person, I still wouldn't be able to differentiate between the truth and the truth. However, I have some strength, so I'll bet that the feeling Director Wang gave me right now is real.

So I nodded and said softly, "Yes, but I'm afraid your mother's funeral won't go well."

Actually, my words are already very vague or conservative. Just think about it, if there is such a vengeful old lady in the family, how can she be at peace?

Hearing my words, Director Wang hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he still said softly, "Actually, that's the reason I invited you here."

"F * ck!" When I heard this, I immediately cursed silently. This guy is really much older than me. After so much commotion, it seems like this $10,000 is for me to use to exorcise ghosts, not to draw a portrait.

I bitterly looked at him and cursed in my heart. Although exorcising ghosts was not too difficult for Soul Painter, but isn't Director Wang a little too cunning? How could he use such a method?

If looks could kill, I am sure that my glance just now would be enough to completely annihilate Director Wang.

He obviously noticed this as well, and stood up looking a little embarrassed. He laughed dryly and said: "Master Ma, don't mind me, I wanted to tell you directly at that time, but even if I did, you wouldn't have agreed."

However, I still shot him an extremely furious glance and lightly sighed as I thought to myself, "Looks like the ancients' '' Unscrupulous Martial Arts' is really f * cking reasonable. Playing with these people, I really can't win against them."

Before going back to Director Wang's house, I made him drive around the streets and bought a bunch of things for painting. Then, I bought a few pieces of paper.

Drawing a normal picture wasn't too different from drawing a portrait to me. I had seen the old lady's ghost before, it wasn't difficult for her to redraw the picture, moreover, it lacked the weird ancient processes and methods used in the process of drawing a soul in Soul Painter. Thus, after more than an hour, I had already drawn the picture and handed it to Director Wang.

However, looking at the darkening sky, the string in my mind slowly tensed. Even though it seemed as though I was sitting there peacefully, listening to the clamor of my family and friends, the truth is that my hands in my pockets had already clenched into fists.

I carefully recalled every single detail of the book that my grandfather had passed on to me, and thought of all kinds of methods and methods to exorcise ghosts. I read it over and over again in my head, and I wanted to make some preparations, but I realized that I didn't know how the old lady's ghost would appear.

The mourning hall was quickly arranged, and a large but not mighty inflatable lion was placed in front of the mourning hall. It was golden in color, like a big, silly cat. A large loudspeaker was hung on top of a tall bamboo pole.

I frowned, feeling like my head was hurting. I wanted to leave, but I was afraid that the old lady would come out and make trouble, so no matter what, I must have taken money from her. I should at least teach her some professional ethics, right? Thus, I could only grit my teeth and sit there in a daze like a needle.

Director Wang was alone in front of the mourning hall, welcoming the guests coming and going. From the looks of it, he really did seem like a good son who would send his mother on her final journey.

I was a bit annoyed, so I curled my lips and found a slightly quieter corner to stay in, wondering if I should buy a smartphone someday to avoid being lonely and cold in this situation.

However, before I could stay long, I heard the sound of the mourning hall exploding, followed by waves of weeping. I looked over and could not help but laugh coldly, this was the son and grandson that Director Wang had spent money on, if not, this funeral would be rather awkward, there would not even be someone crying, I am sure that Director Wang himself would not be able to cry.

At the same time, I was also a little curious. Why did it seem that besides the Director Wang, there was no one else in Director Wang's generation that was a mother?

Although those people were close friends and relatives, they were practically all friends of the Director Wang and had no relatives at all.

"I don't know what sins I've committed in my previous life to end up like this," I muttered to myself as I shook my head. The Index laid down in a very comfortable position.

"Meow!"

I hadn't been lying down for too long and was just feeling satisfied when I suddenly heard a mournful cat cry. Caught off guard, I trembled in fear. When I opened my eyes, I saw a black cat half sitting in front of me, staring at me with two firefly eyes.

"How unlucky." I unhappily cursed, not bothering to pay attention to the black cat as I laid down again. However, after lying down, the black cat unexpectedly jumped onto my body without the slightest sign of fear.

"F * ck!" I immediately stood up after quivering. Everyone said that the black cat was unlucky, so it seemed that there was no way for me to live peacefully here. Thus, I could only shake my head and sigh before turning around and walking out of the mourning hall.

Outside the mourning hall, the filial children and their grandchildren, who had been paid by the Director Wang for their money, were crying and making a ruckus. Other than the "Mister Taoist" pretending to be above average, there was no one else in the mourning hall.

When I saw this, I didn't want to stay here for another half a minute, so I turned around and walked outside.

However, at this moment, a person walked over and blocked my path.

I thought he did it unintentionally, so I moved to the side. However, as soon as I moved to the side, the person also moved over and stopped me once more.

"F * ck," when I saw this move, even a fool would know that he did it on purpose. Anger flared up in my heart, so I lifted my head to look at him.

He was wearing torn cloths that had not been washed for who knows how long, and there was even a reflection of oil on them. In his hand was a broken gunny sack, bulging, and he had no idea what was in it. There was a whooshing stench all over his body, as if he was squatting next to a trash can on a hot day.

"So he's a fool." When I saw him, I immediately understood what was going on. I thought he was here to beg for food and immediately lost my mood to deal with him. I moved to the side once again.

However, not only did I not give way to this fool, I even got in front of him and blocked his path in front of me.