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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?"

Uncle Chen sighed, shook his head and said: "Sigh, you don't know, something happened to Lanlan."

"Something happened to Lanlan?" Hearing this, I was immediately shocked. Calming my mind, I asked him: "What happened to Lanlan?"

Uncle Chen shook his head, unable to explain himself, and then ignored me and went out the night.

Lanlan is the daughter of the Uncle Chen, and is about the same age as me. However, because I was able to retain my rank when I was in school, she went to university while I was still in high school.

Lanlan is a naive, romantic and beautiful girl, I even played with her when she was in my underwear. When we were young, we climbed trees, caught birds, went down the river, and set fires, almost doing all sorts of evil deeds. I saw our figures everywhere on the side of the town, but unfortunately, after she entered university, we didn't have much contact, and we only bumped into each other once in awhile during the holidays.

After hearing the news of Lanlan's accident, I also felt extremely uncomfortable. Aunt Chen's heart-wrenching cry made me even more anxious, so I simply left the shop open and quietly sat beside Aunt Chen, waiting for her to calm down a little before asking her what had happened to Lanlan.

Auntie Chen's snot and tears flowed down her face as she told me that she just received a call from Lanlan's school, saying that she suddenly fainted when she left for self-study, and didn't even get to the hospital to breathe.

"What?" Hearing these words, my heart suddenly jumped. It was so aggrieved that I couldn't bear it anymore. I thought to myself, "How can a girl who is at the prime of her life suddenly disappear just like that?"

"Where is Lanlan now?" Thinking about Lanlan's innocent and romantic smiling face, I also felt a little sour in my heart. The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became, so I asked Aunt Chen.

"In the hospital, she said she was saving him." The moment Aunt Chen finished speaking, she started crying again.

However, once I heard Aunt Chen's words, I heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that as long as there was still hope for rescue, so I sat with Aunt Chen for a long time. In the end, after reminding her to find me for something, I went back to the shop, wanting to sleep but being completely awake. I blankly stared at the yellowed page that my grandfather had given me, but could not even take a look inside.

Lanlan was studying in a city several hundred miles away from us, so no matter how fast Uncle Chen is going to leave, it would at least wait until dawn arrived. I gritted my teeth, and even had the urge to immediately follow along.

All of a sudden, my heart was moved by this girl who looked like a lark from hundreds of miles away.

"That's right." I suddenly thought of something and started flipping through the book that my grandfather had given me without saying anything else.

"This is it," I said, looking at the picture on the page, and I was thrilled.

He saw that there was a mirror on the page. It was simple and oval in shape, with a dragon on the left and a phoenix on the right. It was vivid but not ostentatious.

The name of this mirror was "Wishing Man"!

Legend has it that the mirror was originally owned by a woman named "Gallo," and that the mirror was the dressing mirror she had bought when she married her husband.

The day of his marriage with Garo, Garo's husband, a soldier, had received special orders from the army and had rushed to the battlefield that very night. The poor Garo had been forced to watch his wedding in a bronze mirror in his bridal chamber on the night of his wedding, thinking of his husband, who had gone to the battlefield.

He was worried about his husband's safety, so he had no choice but to wash his face with tears every day. After several months, he finally couldn't hold on any longer, and cried in front of the mirror for the wedding.

After Jia Luo's death, her soul had blended into the copper mirror that was filled with her missing tears. In the end, this copper mirror had its own consciousness and finally saw her husband fighting on the battlefield.

It was because of this that the observation mirror came from here.

However, drawing this observation mirror was rather complicated. The materials required were also extremely difficult, to the point that they had to use tears!

What should I do? I can't just go to Aunt Chen and have her cry a little and draw for me, right?

The little hope that had just been stirred up immediately turned silent again!

I blankly stared at the mirror for a long time before finally clenching my teeth and making up my mind.

Tears streamed down his face. Was his blood lacking?