C32 (2/2)

After an unknown amount of time, I still didn't feel anything unusual, so I tried to squint my eyes to catch a glimpse of it. Fortunately, everything was as it was before, and that terrifying face didn't appear in my sight again.

I tried to take another look, but there was nothing. The old lady's stiff body was still lying on the bed. Her ghost had long disappeared, so I exhaled. My whole body was drenched, as if I had just climbed out of a river.

I moved my numb body, feeling that everything in front of me was not real, as if I was in a dream. If it weren't for the scattered scraps of paper on the ground, I would have thought that everything that had just happened was just a dream.

”What should I do?” That was my first thought when I came back to myself.

If I fail to draw the old lady's portrait, I won't be able to earn these 3000 yuan. Most importantly, this is my first business.

Even though the old lady's corpse staying in my room still made me feel weak, I was more afraid of the gloomy business that would happen after the Director Wang's mocking gaze and sign were destroyed.

So, in any case, I have to get on with it.

I gritted my teeth and made up my mind. After thinking for a while, I called over the Director Wang and asked him, ”How did your mother die? Why did her face become like this?”

My question was very straightforward and might even touch on some of Director Wang's sensitive emotions, but since the current situation is urgent, I can't care about it anymore. Before it gets dark, I have to finish this portrait, otherwise, it can only wait until the next day.

Director Wang's face paled, he looked at me and said: ”Master Ma, why are you suddenly asking this?”

If you don't understand it clearly, this portrait is a small matter. More importantly, I am afraid that in the future, your family will be very uneasy, and your career will not be smooth. ”I have said this as sincerely as I could, but I did not expect that, upon hearing what he said, Director Wang actually sneered and said:” The meaning behind Master Ma's words, is that you cannot draw this portrait?

Hearing his words, I was stunned. Why is he flipping his face faster than flipping a book?

Hearing this, I also felt angry in my heart. Thus, I coldly said, ”I didn't say that I couldn't draw it, but rather that I had to have a prerequisite for drawing this portrait.”

”Before that, does Master Ma mean you must know about my mother's death?”

”Yes.” I replied with certainty.

Director Wang looked at me fixedly. After a long silence, he turned his head to look at his mother who was lying on the bed and sighed. ”It's all my fault.

I didn't say anything. I stared at him, waiting for his next words.

He had been searching for all sorts of strange things over the years, and rarely returned home. In order to be filial, he had spent a huge amount of money and manpower to build his parents a large house in his hometown.

Not long ago, he heard that an ancient tomb of the Ming Dynasty was unearthed in Shaanxi, so he rushed there without saying anything.

However, just as Director Wang was about to earn a huge sum of money in complacency, a grievous news came from his family, saying that his mother had passed away, and that his father was also seriously ill.

Although the Director Wang that received this news was grieving, they couldn't bear to see the opportunity to make money go away like this. Thus, they clenched their teeth and stayed in Shaanxi for another day, collecting a few ancient items before hurrying back home.

Unfortunately, because of the delay, and because he was worried about his parents, on the way home, Director Wang overturned his car. He was not actually injured, but all the ancient items that he had collected had been lost in the mountains and forests.

After all that had happened, when Director Wang finally returned home, his mother had already been dead for almost two days.

As for the injury on his mother's face, it was because when she died at home, she was eaten by rats!