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Although my current ability doesn't seem like much to me, but when it comes time for me to start writing, I started mumbling to myself. Why? This is because I'm going to face Yellow Great Immortal, the guy who will definitely take revenge on them. If I don't make them comfortable, they might not be able to deal with me.

Thinking about it, my scalp immediately went numb, and I started to worry about Lanlan's safety again.

However, there has to be a way to solve everything. Since I have come to an agreement with them in this aspect, I can only use this as a way to break through.

There are three stages of the Soul Painter's painting: "Please, draw, fix", the most difficult one is also the word "Please". I don't know how long this old weasel has been dead, but I don't even know if that afterimage is still there.

However, please come and try it out.

Thinking about this, I made up my mind and started to mutter in a low voice, "Three souls return to heaven, seven souls return to nature. When the lamp is extinguished, it will turn to dust due to fate. "

After that, I kowtowed towards the west three times. These three times were also very refined, called "kowtowing, kowtowing, kowtowing", and it had the effect of gathering the spirit shadows.

Logically speaking, the old weasel should have appeared in front of me after I had knelt down three times. However, he didn't move an inch after that, as if my actions were just an act.

However, I was unwilling. After waiting for a while, I still remained firm. I even had doubts that I had made a mistake.

"How can this be? Could it be that we really can't get him to come? " When I saw this situation, I was immediately dumbfounded. Green cigarettes were rarely lit. I stood dumbly in front of him. For a moment, I was truly at a loss as to what to do.

Since I can't get this image, I can't draw it either. God knows what this dead old weasel looks like.

The White Bone Writing Brush in my hand felt like it weighed a ton, so I didn't dare to write anything down. The piece of white paper in front of me looked like the face of a weasel, making my heart palpitate.

"Don't tell me that the weasel doesn't have three souls and seven souls?" A strange thought came to me.

"No," I immediately denied my guess. Even if the weasel didn't have the Three Souls and Seven Souls, he should have at least left some traces in this world, and Soul Painter's chant would naturally bring some traces here.

After thinking about it, I immediately understood that my method was definitely wrong.

Thus, I put down my brush and sat in silence in front of the broken pieces of the Spirit Urn. After thinking for a long time, I finally had a bold guess.

From what I saw in my dream, that old lady is also a weasel, so the ancestor that she recognizes must be even more powerful. Naturally, this isn't the usual method to hire her.

Therefore, from what I see, that old weasel must have mastered the Dao, resulting in another form. Or rather, he hasn't died at all.

However, there was a new problem, and that was, if that was the case, how could I, an ordinary person, hire an old weasel?

There was only one solution, and that was for the old lady to call on her ancestor.

But, where can I find this old lady?

For a moment, I felt like I was being pierced in the back, I was extremely anxious, because being unable to find a suitable solution for the problem would only harm Lanlan.

"Oh right, Lanlan", my eyes suddenly lit up, thinking to myself, if I'm not wrong, doesn't Lanlan have a weasel pestering him?

"Looking for Lanlan." I immediately made up my mind. To be precise, I should be looking for the weasel that was pestering Lanlan.

Thinking of this, I immediately turned around and ran towards the hospital.

But when we arrived at the hospital, I remembered that Lanlan was in the Intensive Care Unit. It was impossible to even get close to him, how could I tell her that?

This kind of awkward situation made me feel bitter in my mouth. Uncle Chen, who had been guarding the hospital, also noticed my abnormality and asked me in concern what was wrong. I was afraid that he would be too worried so I just fooled him while hesitating.

Helpless, I could only force myself to sit with Uncle Chen. I wanted to think of a way to deal with it after Lanlan woke up.

However, after several hours had passed, Lanlan's side still remained motionless. I looked through the window and saw her lying on the sickbed like a sleeping beauty. I felt my heart ache and anxious as I walked back and forth in the corridor, rubbing my hands as if I was peeing.

"Big brother", just as I was about to rush into the room, a tender voice sounds out. I lower my head to look, only to see the little girl with the braids from before staring at me with a pair of strange eyes. A little hand continuously tugs at my pants.

"Oh, little sister, it's you." Because I was worried about the portrait, I didn't have the mood to care about this little girl.

Perhaps the little girl was dissatisfied when she saw how absent-minded I was, but she pouted her lips and continued to pull on my pants, as if there really was something wrong.

"What's the matter?" I was really frustrated, but I couldn't get angry at a little girl no matter how annoyed I was, so I suppressed my anger and squatted down to look at her weird face.

"Grandma told me to ask you, did you manage to get your spirit bodies ready?" The little girl's crisp voice sounded out, immediately causing my expression to stiffen. I was extremely shocked.

Who was this little girl? How did she know?

Could it be that she was also a weasel?

"Big brother, where did I ask you this question?" Perhaps because I didn't reply for a long time, the little girl's voice also became a little louder.

I stared blankly at the little girl. Looking at her strange little eyes and that completely different face, I immediately sucked in a breath of cold air. That was clearly a weasel's face.

"No …." "If I didn't do it well, I would have met with some trouble." I forcefully suppressed the fear in my heart and stammered as I replied.

"Grandmother asked me to remind you, we don't have much time left," the little girl curled her lips and pointed to the door of Lanlan's ward.

I turned my head to look at Lanlan, and smiled bitterly, I know that I am running out of time, but, I do not know how to take care of their clan's ancestor.

"That's right, isn't it perfect for this young lady to send a message?" Thinking about this, hope rekindled in me. I looked at the little girl and said, "I want to see your grandma. Can you take me there?"

"Meet my grandma? Is something the matter?" the little girl asked, raising her head.

Seeing this little girl pestering me, I could only feel a bitter taste in my mouth for a moment, but there was nothing else I could do, so I forced myself to give a casual reason, saying that I wanted to make her ancestor's spirit body look better and discuss it with her grandmother.

Hearing this, the young lady was overjoyed. She pointed to the nearby corridor and said, "Follow me."

I clenched my teeth as I looked at the dark corridor. I could still clearly remember the scene where the old lady cut through my chest. However, in order to deal with them, I had no choice but to give it my all.

Thus, I turned my head to look at Uncle Chen who was leaning on the chair with his eyes closed.

Sure enough, as soon as I entered the corridor, I saw the old lady standing there with her stooped body. Her withered, wood-like face still made me feel very uncomfortable.

"Grandma, he's looking for you." The little girl only said that one word to the old lady before skipping away.

"Is the ancestor's spirit body ready?" The old lady hunched her body as she raised her head. Her eyes were like daggers as she looked at me and asked coldly.

"Damn, it's this again." I cursed silently in my heart as I told her the whole story in full detail. However, in order to be safe, I also asked her if it would be alright to get her ancestor a portrait.

"You destroyed my Ancestral Spirit Body. If you can invite my Ancestral Spirit Body, I will naturally stop pursuing the matter. However, do you have the ability to do so?" The old lady looked at me mockingly, causing my face to heat up. Gritting my teeth, I said, "Since you're able to let me see your ancestor, there shouldn't be a problem with that."

"You want to see my ancestor? "Brat, you're too arrogant." The old lady sneered coldly after hearing that and said in a weird tone.

To be honest, I was extremely furious when I heard that. If not for the fact that Lanlan's life was still in their hands, I would have f * * king fallen out already.

However, for Lanlan and myself, I can only endure it and ask him in detail what's going on.

The old lady was a nuisance, but she told me the truth.

According to the old lady, her ancestor's heart was already filled with wisdom, and he had transcended nature. If there wasn't a great disaster, she wouldn't be able to hire him.

I nodded my head obediently. I thought to myself, I can't see him and he wants me to draw his portrait. Aren't you trying to make things difficult for me?

The old lady stared at me for a long time. Finally, she sighed and said, "Fine. I'll just tell you my ancestor's name. Whether or not you can invite me will depend on your abilities."

When I heard this, I was overjoyed. Even if I knew the name, I still had a goal.

The Old Granny sighed and said: "My ancestor's name was Qiyou, but he was one of the influential powers in the Huang Family a hundred years ago."

I couldn't be bothered with his nagging. I only remembered the name "Qiyou", but couldn't stop thinking about my grandfather's method in that "please" book.

"Oh, right." After saying that, the old lady was about to leave, but after walking a few steps, she suddenly turned around and said as if she thought of something, "It's extremely difficult for someone from my Huang family to invite a ancestor. This old woman will help you one more time."

At this point, the old lady reached out her withered hand to pull out a few strands of grey hair and gave it to me. As she walked, she shook her head and said, "You should do your best."

I looked down at my grizzled white hair and thought, why is the old lady so kind? Now that I have a title and a bloodline, isn't it easy to ask the legendary "Qiyou" to come?

However, just as I was still in a daze, my body slightly trembled, and the voice of the Uncle Chen resounded in my ears at the same time, "Ma Que, Ma Que!"

I turned my head to the side and discovered that Uncle Chen was looking down at me. I, on the other hand, had unknowingly sat on the floor of the corridor.

"Fuck, you're dreaming again?" I shook my head, feeling extremely depressed in my heart. The scene of meeting with the old lady was still fresh in my mind. Thus, I instinctively lowered my head to look, only to see a few strands of yellowish hair touching my palm.