C62 (1/2)

Although my current ability doesn't seem like much to me, but when it comes time for me to start writing, I started mumbling to myself. Why? This is because I'm going to face Yellow Great Immortal, the guy who will definitely take revenge on them. If I don't make them comfortable, they might not be able to deal with me.

Thinking about it, my scalp immediately went numb, and I started to worry about Lanlan's safety again.

However, there has to be a way to solve everything. Since I have come to an agreement with them in this aspect, I can only use this as a way to break through.

There are three stages of the Soul Painter's painting: ”Please, draw, fix”, the most difficult one is also the word ”Please”. I don't know how long this old weasel has been dead, but I don't even know if that afterimage is still there.

However, please come and try it out.

Thinking about this, I made up my mind and started to mutter in a low voice, ”Three souls return to heaven, seven souls return to nature. When the lamp is extinguished, it will turn to dust due to fate. ”

After that, I kowtowed towards the west three times. These three times were also very refined, called ”kowtowing, kowtowing, kowtowing”, and it had the effect of gathering the spirit shadows.

Logically speaking, the old weasel should have appeared in front of me after I had knelt down three times. However, he didn't move an inch after that, as if my actions were just an act.

However, I was unwilling. After waiting for a while, I still remained firm. I even had doubts that I had made a mistake.

”How can this be? Could it be that we really can't get him to come? ” When I saw this situation, I was immediately dumbfounded. Green cigarettes were rarely lit. I stood dumbly in front of him. For a moment, I was truly at a loss as to what to do.

Since I can't get this image, I can't draw it either. God knows what this dead old weasel looks like.

The White Bone Writing Brush in my hand felt like it weighed a ton, so I didn't dare to write anything down. The piece of white paper in front of me looked like the face of a weasel, making my heart palpitate.

”Don't tell me that the weasel doesn't have three souls and seven souls?” A strange thought came to me.

”No,” I immediately denied my guess. Even if the weasel didn't have the Three Souls and Seven Souls, he should have at least left some traces in this world, and Soul Painter's chant would naturally bring some traces here.

After thinking about it, I immediately understood that my method was definitely wrong.

Thus, I put down my brush and sat in silence in front of the broken pieces of the Spirit Urn. After thinking for a long time, I finally had a bold guess.

From what I saw in my dream, that old lady is also a weasel, so the ancestor that she recognizes must be even more powerful. Naturally, this isn't the usual method to hire her.

Therefore, from what I see, that old weasel must have mastered the Dao, resulting in another form. Or rather, he hasn't died at all.

However, there was a new problem, and that was, if that was the case, how could I, an ordinary person, hire an old weasel?

There was only one solution, and that was for the old lady to call on her ancestor.

But, where can I find this old lady?

For a moment, I felt like I was being pierced in the back, I was extremely anxious, because being unable to find a suitable solution for the problem would only harm Lanlan.

”Oh right, Lanlan”, my eyes suddenly lit up, thinking to myself, if I'm not wrong, doesn't Lanlan have a weasel pestering him?

”Looking for Lanlan.” I immediately made up my mind. To be precise, I should be looking for the weasel that was pestering Lanlan.

Thinking of this, I immediately turned around and ran towards the hospital.

But when we arrived at the hospital, I remembered that Lanlan was in the Intensive Care Unit. It was impossible to even get close to him, how could I tell her that?

This kind of awkward situation made me feel bitter in my mouth. Uncle Chen, who had been guarding the hospital, also noticed my abnormality and asked me in concern what was wrong. I was afraid that he would be too worried so I just fooled him while hesitating.

Helpless, I could only force myself to sit with Uncle Chen. I wanted to think of a way to deal with it after Lanlan woke up.

However, after several hours had passed, Lanlan's side still remained motionless. I looked through the window and saw her lying on the sickbed like a sleeping beauty. I felt my heart ache and anxious as I walked back and forth in the corridor, rubbing my hands as if I was peeing.

”Big brother”, just as I was about to rush into the room, a tender voice sounds out. I lower my head to look, only to see the little girl with the braids from before staring at me with a pair of strange eyes. A little hand continuously tugs at my pants.

”Oh, little sister, it's you.” Because I was worried about the portrait, I didn't have the mood to care about this little girl.

Perhaps the little girl was dissatisfied when she saw how absent-minded I was, but she pouted her lips and continued to pull on my pants, as if there really was something wrong.

”What's the matter?” I was really frustrated, but I couldn't get angry at a little girl no matter how annoyed I was, so I suppressed my anger and squatted down to look at her weird face.

”Grandma told me to ask you, did you manage to get your spirit bodies ready?” The little girl's crisp voice sounded out, immediately causing my expression to stiffen. I was extremely shocked.