Ghost Husband, Don't Stop

The door of the Wang family courtyard was wide open as Wang Dabin was feeding the cat.

Seeing a stranger, Uncle Wu, Wang Dabin first introduced himself to Uncle Wu politely. I really couldn't tell what Uncle Wu was thinking about.

"There's a ghost in the shops of the county. It's really strange that they found out yesterday that it was fine." Uncle Wang grumbled as he came over to talk to us.

Uncle Wu asked him who told him the news, and Uncle Wang answered truthfully. Uncle Wang and I were told to go to the morgue first, while Uncle Wu was left in the hall by Uncle Wang.

Once again, Wang Dabin led my father and me to the morgue. Wang told us to tell him when we could start painting. Dad and I looked at each other. This corpse really can't be painted.

"What are you hesitating for? If you don't want to paint, you'll have to go to court. "

Wang Dabin used a lawsuit to suppress my father, which also made me feel that Wang Dabin was not as stupid as I thought.

I took out my brush and pretended to draw a line on Wang Dazhi's forehead. Watching his forehead gradually turn black, I had to restrain myself from continuing the next step.

Dad was there to help me, and I saw that the back of my father's neck had been drenched in sweat. I knew that he was afraid that if I painted a picture of a dead man, he would be punished by the Yin Division.

As I drew, I saw that there was smoke coming out from under Wang Dazhi's corpse. I looked closely and thought that it was probably because the corpse had been stored for too long and the Wang family had put a lot of ice cubes on it in order to keep it fresh and not rot.

But as the minutes ticked by, the smoke began to turn green, and I felt a chill behind me. I turned around and saw that it was still Wang Dabin standing behind me.

"Wenwen, how about I do it? Go get some paint."

Dad doted on me and wanted to push me away, but I knew that my father's skills would never satisfy the Wang family. Besides, my father didn't learn the third secret book about drawing souls, so there were a lot of details that I couldn't handle as well.

I'll ask my dad to help me color it, and I'll do it. The hour hand went from twelve fingers to one, an hour had passed, but I was still at the second step.

Soul Painting was a meticulous and meticulous process. If one was to slack off slightly, then I would be finished. So I kept my eyes wide open, not daring to slack off.

So cold! As the painting grew colder, I felt as if I were in a world of ice and snow. My teeth were chattering, and even my hands were beginning to shake.

I stopped writing. With such a trembling hand, it wasn't suitable to draw a soul. If I were to continue drawing, something would happen sooner or later. I reminded myself of this.

When I raised my head to look at Wang Dabin behind me, he didn't seem to be cold at all. I was confused. Dad and I were shivering from the cold, but he didn't respond!

He asked me why I had stopped, and I said it was too cold and my hands were shaking and I had to stop.

"Are you looking for an excuse?" Wang Da Bin asked.

I sneered, "If I find an excuse not to draw for him, then I might as well not come. I'm too lazy to care about your family's mess!"

After saying that, when I lowered my head and prepared to continue drawing Wang Dazhi's soul, I was surprised to find that Wang Dazhi's face had unexpectedly changed to another face!

At first, I thought it was an illusion, but when I rubbed my eyes, I realized it was really Mu Feng!

I cried out. Father asked me what was wrong. I added him to look, but Wang Dazhi's face completely changed!

Wang Dabin and his father both looked at Wang Dazhi's corpse. Wang Dabin asked me, "Who is this man?"

For a moment, I didn't know how to answer him. I was panicking because I had almost drawn the painting. I was just one step away from completing it. If that's the case, wouldn't I have finished painting Mu Feng's soul? But why was he here?

"Wenwen, is this the Mu Feng you were talking about?" Dad asked me in surprise, and I nodded. The two people in the hall seemed to have heard our intense reaction and quickly came over.

When Wu San saw Mu Feng lying in the coffin, he told me to leave quickly and pushed me to the side. Then he grabbed my father and asked him where my father had hidden his son, Wang Dazhi's, body. Uncle Wang had already lost his mind.

"Dad, don't shout, Ren Wen and her father didn't do anything." This time, Wang Dabin spoke up for us in a very righteous manner. After Uncle Wang gradually calmed down, he turned to look at Uncle Wu.

Uncle Wang had heard of Uncle Wu's big name. In our village, Uncle Wu had captured ghosts his entire life, so there was no mystery that he couldn't solve.

Third Uncle Wu said that this is Mu Feng's soul and said that I was actually painting his soul.

"Brother Wu, what about my son? He was still doing well here yesterday, who is this person! "Huh?"

Uncle Wu told Uncle Wang not to get excited for the moment because he was still looking for clues.

"Wenwen, when you drew your soul, did something strange happen?"

I said I could see cold air coming out from under Wang Dazhi's body, and both I and my father felt cold afterwards.

Third Uncle Wu thoughtfully nodded his head and said, it was Mu Feng who borrowed Wang Da Zhi's corpse, wanting to let his soul invade Wang Da Zhi's body, and then resurrect him. But because Mu Feng stole the blood of our Ren Family's inheritance, the blood is a collection of yang energy and yin energy from his entire body. People like Mu Feng who don't know how to use it, as long as they put it on their body, they would resist the yin energy on their body.

I suddenly realized that Mu Feng wanted to become a living person, but because of the blood in my bottle, he destroyed his plans!

"All of you, stand to the side. This brat has been with us Wenwen for a while now. It's time to come and get to know each other."

I was surprised by Wu San's decision, but the few of us quickly moved aside. Third Uncle Wu bit his finger and dripped his blood on Wang Da Zhi's forehead. Very quickly, a scream came out, and then I saw Mu Feng painfully standing in front of us. This time, we could see him, including my father and Third Uncle Wu.

"Mu Feng, you always follow my Wen Wen, what is your plan?"

Third Uncle Wu asked him very impolitely. Mu Feng's forehead was stained with Third Uncle Wu's blood, and after that, he looked at me pitifully and said: "Wenwen, come with me. I'll bring you to recover your memories."

At this time, my father stood up. "If our Ren Family owes you, I can pay it back but you must not take Wen Wen away."

Uncle Wang and Uncle Wang were standing beside him. They didn't know what was going on with us, but Uncle Wang only knew that he wanted to see the real corpse of his youngest son.

"Brother Wu, where's my son?" Uncle Wang asked.

Wang Da Bin's eyes looked all over the place.