C32 (1/2)

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!