C39 (1/2)

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.