C50 (1/2)

Wang Wenkai stayed with me for three days in a row, practically eating and living together with me every day. Although I wasn't used to it in the beginning, as a result of the sudden appearance of someone I didn't know, after a few days of interaction, I started to wish that he could stay for a few more days. I started to worry that I would be the only one left after he left.

However, the ”banquet that could not be dismissed from the world” still needed to be left. Three days later, Wang Wenkai finally left for his new life.

”Director Wang, walk well,” I said softly as I looked at Wang Wenkai who was walking further and further away. Then, I spent most of the day to calm my emotions and reopen the door of the shop.

However, for many days, there was not a single business transaction.

I was also used to this. As I guarded the store peacefully, I kept studying the book that my grandfather had given me. I wanted to gain some intelligence so that I could deal with any sudden situations that occurred.

It was only then that I realized that my grandfather wasn't even a portrait artist in this book. To put it bluntly, this was basically two different industries.

His grandfather's picture was just a real image of the person who passed away in front of him.

But the real Soul Painter used their own blood essence to connect the two worlds of yin and yang, a special job which only existed to exorcise evil spirits, the two could not even be mentioned in the same breath.

After thinking about it, I finally understood why grandfather sighed and said that ”I, at most, am standing at the entrance of Soul Painter”.

However, I had a different understanding of this sentence. He wasn't standing at the door, it seemed to me, he was merely looking at the door from a distance.

Instead, it was I who was the real ”standing at the Soul Painter's doorstep”.

The reason he said this was because the book said, ”Using qi as a medium, using Qi as a medium, using paper, and using the Blood Ruling Mark, it can be considered as approaching the door!”

Previously, I drew a picture of a Vajra Evil Subduing Pestle on my arm, then used my blood to trigger the annihilation of those two old fogeys.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little smug. I thought to myself, Grandpa has only learned for a lifetime and I am already 'at the door'. Could it be that I am a legendary genius?

However, when I saw the standard for describing a real Soul Painter, I was immediately dumbfounded.

According to the books, the real Soul Painter was ”using spirit as ink, transforming all living things as guidance, using all living things as a medium, using psychokinesis as paper, using Divine Imperial Mark as a medium to achieve great success!”

It's hard for me to imagine what kind of realm this was. Just from the words, it's not hard to tell that a real Soul Painter doesn't need paper, brush, or blood to accomplish something that I have to put my life on the line for.

Wouldn't that be a god?

I smacked my lips, fascinated by the mystique described in the book.

Unfortunately, right now I have nothing to do but familiarize myself with these pictures.

Not for anything else, but because there's no business. I can't possibly draw a ghost myself, can I?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

This long and boring process continued on that day.

I remember that it was night, around 9 PM. I was yawning and wanted to close the store when I heard a burst of heart-wrenching wails, as if it was ringing in my ears. When I walked out of the shop, I saw that Uncle Chen's door was wide open and the lights in the room were on.

When I saw this situation, I was immediately shocked. I thought that Uncle Chen usually took good care of me, so something big must have happened at home. Thus, I immediately went over to ask what had happened.

But Aunt Chen only cared about crying. Although she said a few vague words, but I couldn't hear what she said clearly, so I had no choice but to go into the house and ask Uncle Chen.

It was a pity that I didn't see him even after I went through several rooms. In the end, just as I was about to return, I saw Uncle Chen walking down from the building with a worried expression. He was carrying a bag in his hand and looked like he was about to go out.

So I asked him, ”Uncle Chen, what's wrong? What happened?”