C33 (2/2)

When I felt that it was about time, I gently placed the White Bone Writing Brush onto the xuan paper. A slight vibration passed through the brush and I finally loosened my grip.

When I removed my hand, the White Bone Writing Brush that was originally tilted slightly immediately stood up, as though it was an invisible hand, and then slowly started to draw along the xuan paper.

However, I didn't dare to take an extra glance at this time. Instead, I slowly closed my eyes and tried my best to perceive the movement trajectory of the White Bone Writing Brush.

Actually, this action had nothing to do with the ”Blood Clone”, but when my blood dripped into the hole in the White Bone Writing Brush's body, I felt as if I had some sort of relationship with the White Bone Writing Brush, as if the White Bone Writing Brush had suddenly become a part of my body.

However, at this time, I also felt something else. To be more precise, it was an emotion that came from the White Bone Writing Brush.

I couldn't help but be surprised and delighted at the same time.

Because, I am very clear that this emotion is not from the White Bone Writing Brush itself, but from the Director Wang's mother's spirit.

Anger and sorrow flowed into my mind through this connection that I couldn't see at all. They were like clouds, like mist, ethereal yet at the same time extremely distinct. Unknowingly, I even felt a sense of empathy for them.

However, throughout the entire process, a human face appeared from time to time. It was especially distinct and eye-catching. It was a fashionable girl in her twenties or thirties. She was pretty and tall.

But at the same time, I also found that every time this woman appeared, that feeling of anger was especially intense, almost making me feel empathized with her.

I couldn't help but feel curious. How could such a woman make the old lady have such a strong hatred for her?

After an unknown amount of time, the connection suddenly stopped, and the White Bone Writing Brush also powerlessly fell onto the xuan paper.

I looked up and saw a picture printed on the paper. It was none other than the woman.

However, perhaps it was because the old lady's ghost emotions were too strong, even though the woman on the xuan paper had a very recognizable face, but on the screen she had a faintly discernible sneer at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were cold and teasing, and her face had a smile that did not reach the eyes, making people feel disgusted.

I sighed. It seems that the reason why the old lady kept lingering wasn't because of her son's late return for a few days, but because of this woman.

Could it be Director Wang's wife, the old lady's daughter-in-law?

I looked at the painting in a daze and couldn't help but mock it. As the saying goes, 'A daughter-in-law is the natural enemy of heaven', since ancient times, disputes between daughter-in-law have always been difficult to reconcile with. Even after the old lady had died, she still remembered this woman.

I shook my head, kept the White Bone Writing Brush, and called Director Wang in. However, before I took out the painting, I still asked: ”Director Wang, you … ”Married?”

Hearing my words, Director Wang's face immediately became odd, and he asked me in surprise: ”Why did Master Ma suddenly ask about this?”

The reason why I asked that was because I was curious. Since Director Wang didn't want to say it, then I didn't have to keep up the suspense and took out the painting with the woman's image out. I displayed it in front of Director Wang and asked: ”Do you know him?”

I had thought that even if Director Wang was not related to this woman by marriage, I would at least get to know her. But I never thought that Director Wang only took a glance at her, and then replied softly: ”I don't know her, who is she?”