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Name:Skin Painter Author:Fu Yao
Seeing Director Wang kneeling on the ground with a sinister look on his face and grabbing onto the empty air, I thought that he was just sleepwalking. I didn't expect him to suddenly pounce towards me with such a ferocious look, scaring me to the point that I jumped, thus I instinctively raised my hand in front of him.

But, it's a pity that Director Wang has such extraordinary strength right now. Although he has returned to his previous appearance, now he has an evil smile on his face, and his eyes revealed an indescribable look, appearing excited and berserk.

His pinch made it hard for me to breathe. My vision went dark and I couldn't even scream.

"Why didn't you help me?" As he desperately strangled me, he continued to shout non-stop, rendering me unable to resist at all.

I feel like my little life is going to end here!

At this moment, my mind was in a state of chaos. Everything in my surroundings seemed to be moving further and further away like a nightmare. My vision also slowly blurred. I was afraid that I would be finished in an instant.

However, at this moment, I saw a hint of white, it was the Spirit Realm in my hands, I didn't care about that anymore, and used all my strength to fiercely stab the Spirit Realm Director Wang in the face.

Needless to say, the moment this Spirit Realm touched Director Wang's face, he immediately wilted and collapsed powerlessly, as though I had been reborn, I did not have the strength to stand anymore. My eyes darkened, and followed suit.

I rubbed my neck and opened my eyes only to realize that I was still lying on the bench, my head already hanging to one side. When I recalled the terrifying scene from before, I immediately turned my body to the side to look. Wasn't the old lady's corpse lying there perfectly fine?

What was going on? Was it all just a dream?

Thus, I immediately looked towards the Director Wang. I saw that the Director Wang was sitting there with his head lowered, as if he was still sleeping.

I was secretly relieved, thinking that this might be a dream.

"Director Wang?" I called out softly, but instinctively I sat up straight, thinking that if anything was wrong with him, I would run. It was already dawn, and it wasn't hard to see the road.

"Master." Director Wang turned around and looked at me, and replied lightly. He rubbed his head and said: "Thank you."

I was just about to say something polite when I saw a red dot on his forehead. It was very obvious, isn't that the spot where I used that White Bone Writing Brush to poke at?

However, I still forced myself to remain calm, trying not to show it too obviously. I gave it another look. That's right!

Thus, I once again touched my bosom and suddenly felt empty air. The White Bone Writing Brush that was in my embrace actually disappeared without a trace, this is the most precious thing that grandfather left me.

I got up and looked around, but there was no sign of it.

"Master Ma, did you lose your thing?" Director Wang also noticed my abnormality and asked me with a puzzled expression.

"Where's my pen? My pen is gone!" I looked around and almost cried out loud. Ignoring the fact that this pen was very precious, the most important thing was that he was still a guy that I ate with as the Soul Painter.

"That one?" Director Wang stood up and looked around before pointing at the spiritual altar and speaking.

I looked in the direction he pointed and saw that the White Bone Writing Brush was firmly placed on top of the altar. There seemed to be a piece of paper underneath it.

However, just at this time, my eyes swept across and caught sight of the paper that was pressed down, I immediately exclaimed out loud. On this paper, there was actually a face, it was none other than my father, who was staying in the Director Wang's hospital.

However, the face on the portrait had tears in its eyes as it snaked down, making it look extremely miserable. When I looked at him, he was also staring at me with a helpless expression.

Director Wang was attracted by my cry of alarm, I pointed at the portrait on top of the spirit altar, unable to utter another word.

When Director Wang saw this, he was also shocked. His face immediately turned pale white, and his hand that was holding onto the paper trembled uncontrollably. He asked me in a low voice: "Master Ma, what's going on?"

I was so shocked that I couldn't speak, so how could I answer him? In the end, I could only shake my head helplessly and stare blankly at the portrait. I didn't know when the painting appeared nor did I know who drew it.

The sky gradually brightened. The sky was as white as paper.

The drawing in Director Wang's hand swayed gently in the early morning breeze, and the expression on the painting could not help but change. One moment it was laughing, the next it was crying, I tremblingly walked forward, and after a closer look, I wanted to confirm that this painting was painted by the White Bone Writing Brush in my hands, who was the spirit summoning spirit beast.

Director Wang was still standing blankly on the spot, his eyebrows were locked together and his expression was terrifyingly serious. He tightly gripped the portrait, no one knew what he was thinking about.

Only the air in the mourning hall that was made up of Director Wang and I seemed to congeal together, causing me to feel my breathing become sluggish. It was terrifyingly cold, strangely cold.

It was also at this time that the picture of the Director Wang's father suddenly turned blank like it was a magic board. It was as if it had been suddenly erased.

That's right, I am sure that the painting was painted by the White Bone Writing Brush, otherwise, it would not have disappeared so completely.

Just as I was about to remind Director Wang if I should call the hospital to confirm his father's identity, I heard a burst of gurgling sounds coming from beside me, as if someone's throat had been clogged with phlegm.

I shivered at the sound and thought of a very unlikely possibility.

Because, at this moment, other than me and Director Wang, the only one who could be considered human was the body of Director Wang's mother lying on the side.

Trembling, I turned my head and stared at Director Wang's mother's body. She was still lying there, unmoving.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Although I was very scared, but my reason was still there, so I couldn't help but doubt my ears.

"Master Ma, look." However, the Director Wang seemed to have discovered something. He pointed at his mother's body and softly reminded me.

I looked in the direction of his finger and saw the throat of his mother. The moment I saw it, my scalp went numb as if I had been electrocuted. I instinctively took half a step back and bumped into Director Wang.

Director Wang's mother's throat was actually rising and falling slightly. That voice came from her throat.

How could a dead person be gasping for breath? Moreover, this was a dead person whose face was half-eaten by a mouse, the scene before me had completely overturned my view of the world. I swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling the world spin around me, almost losing my balance.

Obviously, he was nervous to the extreme as well. However, perhaps it was because this was his mother lying down, but compared to me, he was much calmer. He actually tremblingly reached out his hand, and gently aimed it towards her mother's nose.

It was also because of this action of Director Wang that I felt a little better. I thought to myself that it wasn't as if there was no such thing as reincarnation, maybe this was a miracle in front of me?

Thinking about this, I also stared fixedly at Director Wang's extended hand. I was extremely nervous, and at the same time, conflicted. I hoped that his mother would come back to life, and at the same time, that all of this was just an illusion on my part.

However, because of the extreme nervousness, Director Wang's movements were extremely slow, to the point that I felt that his hand was extremely heavy. After a long while, Director Wang finally turned around and gently shook his head at me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that I would be damned if I could live.

However, at this moment, a scene suddenly occurred that caused my scalp to explode.

Director Wang, who was trying to catch his mother's breath, was caught off guard and immediately fell to the ground in fright.

Just as Director Wang was about to retract his finger, his mother's body suddenly opened her mouth!