Chapter 431: Execute first and report later

After dealing with Zhao Bing, Su Ming was about to help other ghosts fulfill their last wishes, but suddenly received a call from Su Lingmeng.

"Xiao Ming, please go home quickly! I'm so worried." Su Lingmeng hummed on the other end of the phone, as if she had really encountered some trouble.

"Third sister, who did you beat seriously again?" Su Ming guessed.

"Is your sister such a violent person in your mind?" Su Lingmeng snorted, "I am a cultured person now."

Su Ming asked for a long time, and Su Lingmeng stammered that she bet with others to participate in an ink painting competition, and said that she would definitely win the championship.

But she learned ink painting for a month and didn't draw a decent work.

"Xiao Ming, you must help me, I have already said my big words, if you don't help me, my friends will laugh at me to death!" Su Lingmeng and Su Ming acted coquettishly.

"Okay, okay." Su Ming reluctantly agreed and rushed back to the International Center.

But after returning home, Su Ming realized something very serious.

Although he had been reborn many times and had learned many skills, and had learned ink painting in one of his previous lives, he had not made much progress...

In short, he could not draw now.

He picked up the brush and tried several times, but found that because his body was too small, his ability to control the brush was too weak, and he could not draw a complete work.

"It's over, it's over. I can't even draw Xiao Ming. I'm dead now."

Su Lingmeng sat on the ground at a loss, not knowing what to do at all.

"How about Third Sister, you just admit defeat?" Su Ming scratched his head. He knew so many skills that he forgot that he couldn't draw.

"No, that's too embarrassing." Su Lingmeng grabbed Su Ming, "Do you know any other friends who can draw? I can ask them to help."

"Third Sister..." Su Ming twitched his mouth.

With his current status, he naturally knew many painting masters, but those people had their own unique styles. If Su Lingmeng borrowed their works, it would definitely be exposed.

Just when he was in trouble, a kind old man suddenly appeared in front of him, "You are the messenger of the sky city, I finally found you!"

"You, who are you!" Su Ming was almost scared by him.

"I, I am a kind dead soul. Although I am not a ghost in the sky city, I have not been reincarnated because of the ties in my heart." The old man laughed, "I have heard that you are a good person who can help ghosts fulfill their wishes."

Su Ming did not expect that his reputation in the ghost world has spread beyond the sky city.

But he helped the ghosts of the sky city in order to solve the curse of the sky city and to get the power of faith from the residents of the sky city.

He has not even helped the ghosts in the sky city, so how can he care about the lonely ghosts outside.

"I'm busy, find someone else."

"Wait a minute, I'm asking you to help me for nothing, doesn't your sister want an ink painting? I was an ink painter when I was alive, and I've been dead for more than 20 years. If I help your sister paint a work, I guarantee that I can get it done without revealing the truth." The old man quickly stopped in front of Su Ming and said sincerely.

Su Ming blinked, this is really a pillow when you want to sleep.

"Are you serious? But you're already dead, how can you help my sister paint?" Su Ming looked him up and down.

"This is easy, I just need to possess you, your spiritual power is so strong, you don't have to worry about being possessed by me, right?" The old man said with a smile.

Su Ming looked at his expectant eyes and agreed happily, but he also warned, "If I find out that you are trying to play tricks, the spiritual sword in my body can instantly destroy you."

The old man nodded happily and agreed, and soon possessed Su Ming, completing a magnificent ink painting in one go.

The next day, Su Lingmeng took the painting to the school to participate in the competition.

Originally, she only participated in the school competition, but after seeing Su Lingmeng's work, the teacher in charge of reviewing the works immediately decided to submit the painting to the ink painting selection competition of the International Center.

Su Lingmeng was very proud and specially notified all of Su Ming's brothers to vote for the painting.

But she didn't expect that her brothers didn't even open the voting interface, and her painting was voted first, and there was a significant gap with the second place.

Calligraphy and painting enthusiasts all ran to leave messages under the painting.

"This painting is so beautiful that it reminds me of the works of Tao Dachuan, a master of ink painting in the past."

"I feel that this painting should be painted by Teacher Tao Dachuan. It really looks like Tao's style."

"Although it is just an imitation, it is amazing to imitate Tao to this extent."

Su Ming saw the comments of netizens and remembered that the style and brushstrokes of this painting are indeed exactly the same as Tao Dachuan.

He searched the Internet for photos of Tao Dachuan before his death, and found that the old man was actually Tao Dachuan.

"Hehe, I've already said that I, an old man, am also a little knowledgeable about ink painting." Tao Dachuan smiled complacently while sitting on the rocking chair at Su Ming's house.

"Fortunately, you are already dead, and the painting is of a natural park built after your death. Otherwise, others would probably think that this painting is your unpublished posthumous work." Su Ming curled his lips, "You don't know how to keep it to yourself."

Tao Dachuan chuckled, "I haven't painted for many years, I just can't help myself?"

"Now you can tell me what you want me to do for you, right?" Su Ming asked back.

Just as Tao Dachuan was about to speak, Su Lingmeng suddenly ran down the stairs, shouting happily, "Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, the Chinese Ink Painting Association suddenly called me and asked me to participate in the international competition as a representative!"

"Puff!" Su Ming sprayed out all the milk he had just drunk, "You are a representative? Do you want to paint on the spot?"

"It seems so. Why don't you let that old man possess me?" Su Lingmeng said carelessly.

Su Ming decisively refused, "No, no!"

Su Lingmeng is just an ordinary mortal without spiritual power. Even if Tao Dachuan has no ill intentions, he is a ghost after all. If he possesses a child like Su Lingmeng, she will definitely not be able to bear it.

"Of course I can't!" Su Lingmeng smiled and touched Su Ming's head, "So I just told the other party that I want to send you to participate!"

"wtf?" Su Ming opened his mouth wide, "Third sister, why do you always act without consulting me?"

"Su Ming, please take me with you. If I guess correctly, there will be an old friend of mine in this international competition." Tao Dachuan came to Su Ming's side, and his tone suddenly became heavy.