Adopting A Stray Cat Chapter 661: The Underrated Painter1

Chapter 661: Chapter 661: The Underrated Painter_1

Upon seeing the ghost so scared, Qin Sisi hastily explained, "No, I’m here to make a deal with you."

The ghost had not yet cald down, and continued to ask fearfully, "Deal? What deal?"

Qin Sisi had intended to chat with him first, but seeing him so frightened, she cut to the chase and said, "My goal is Soul Power, I..."

Before she could finish, the ghost began screaming, "What? Soul Power? You actually want my Soul Power! Judging by your voice, you sound like a young girl. Never did I expect you to be so ruthless. I’m already suffering so much, are you trying to obliterate my soul?"

The emotional ghost left Qin Sisi at a loss for words, she patiently continued explaining, "No, your soul will not be scattered, you..."

The ghost interrupted Qin Sisi again, "How could it not? Without the Soul Power, my soul will definitely shatter. Don’t try to trick ."

Qin Sisi frowned, raising her voice saying, "Can you let

finish speaking?"

The ghost paused for two seconds before annoyingly responding, "You may speak, but Soul Power is off the table."

The ghost’s voice was absolute, leaving no room for negotiations. However, Sisi did not feel discouraged. The negotiation had just begun and she did not know enough about the ghost’s situation yet to offer a compelling deal.

In the current situation, all she could do was to slowly uncover the ghosts innermost fears.

Qin Sisi cleared her throat and continued, "As I said, I want to make a deal with you. There’s sothing you wish to have that I can help you achieve. For instance, a goal you never achieved in your previous life, or what you wish to beco in your next life. These kinds of wishes can be fulfilled."

Furthermore, even if you offer

your Soul Power, your soul won’t disperse. Your soul will scatter temporarily in different places, and after a thousand years, your soul will regroup and you can then reincarnate."

Feared of being interjected again, Qin Sisi efficiently explained her intentions in one breath. Then, she attentively observed the ghost, awaiting his response.

The ghost was startled for a mont, he let out a short laugh that sounded like a mixture of scorn and bitterness, his coarse voice said, "Do you take

for a fool? There’s no way things like that are possible in this world."

The ghost’s attitude was very firm, as if he was convinced that Qin Sisi was lying to him.

Qin Sisi frowned deeply, the ghost didn’t believe in her powers, so her initial reaction was to summon the Wings of Rainbow to circle the entire warehouse in an effort to open his eyes.

But she thought again, it seed this ghost couldn’t see.

To confirm, Qin Sisi tentatively asked, "Can your eyes see?"

"What do you think? Can’t you see it yourself or are you purposely mocking ?" The ghost pointed at his burnt and indistinct face, shouting furiously.

Ye You’s gaze turned cold, he rapidly raised his claws that created a transparent sphere and threw it at the ghost, enveloping him.

Then, as Ye You lifted his claws upward, the sphere began to ascend quickly under his control. The ghost, bundled inside the sphere, also ascended rapidly. The sudden loss of gravity terrified the ghost, who started screaming loudly.

Ye You gently moved his claws, the sphere ascended, descended, flew left, then right, causing incessant screams from the ghost inside.

Sensing that it was enough, Ye You lowered the sphere onto the ground and withdrew it, then coldly stared at the almost-terrified-to-tears ghost.

Qin Sisi felt a little sympathy for the ghost, but seeing him weakly panting on the ground, she thought it was sowhat funny.

She walked over to the ghost and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Can’t you see it yourself? And you’re still asking!" The trembling voice of the ghost replied, he seed utterly pitiful.

Qin Sisi coughed lightly and said, "My abilities go far beyond this, if you find it insufficient, I can give you another experience."

Her voice was gentle, but it sounded terrifying to the ears of the ghost.

The ghost, lying on the ground, skid a bit further away and said, fearfully, "Stop, stop, stop. I’ve seen enough of your abilities. I’m just a lonely and pitiful individual, I beg you, spare . Don’t let my soul shatter."

Qin Sisi continued to explain, "As I’ve already said, your soul won’t be shattered. It will only delay your reincarnation for a little while."

The ghost responded in despair, "A thousand years, you call that a little delay?"

Qin Sisi felt a bit embarrassed and touched her nose, then thought for a mont and said, "The ti may indeed be long, but you can get the life you want in your next life! What you didn’t achieve in this life could be compensated in the next. Also, has anyone wronged you? I can help you with revenge."

The ghost was silent for a while, then said desolately, "No one has wronged . If I had to pick soone, it would be everyone in this world."

Everyone?

Qin Sisi frowned again, feeling perplexed and frustrated. How could everyone in the world focus their hostility on one singled individual?

She turned her head and glanced at the strange human skeleton not too far away, and asked in a low voice, "Is that skeleton yours?"

The ghost shook his head and replied, "I don’t know, I can’t see, but it should be mine because I’m the only one who lives here."

The sll of industrial sulphuric acid filled the air. Such an industrial warehouse was hardly suitable for habitation.

Qin Sisi curiously asked, "It’s really not safe here, why do you live here?"

The ghost gave a bitter laugh and said, "Living here is the result of my friends’ help. I had no money, no place to go."

So that’s how it was. In this world, without money, life would be tough. At the end of one’s rope, simply having a shelter would be enough of a blessing, one wouldn’t care whether it was suitable for living or not.

Qin Sisi looked at the ghost’s long trench coat and ssy hair - he looked nothing like the beggars and vagrants on the street, she asked with confusion, "Don’t you have a job?"

The ghost was silent for a long while before he replied, "I’m an abstract painter."

"A painter? That’s amazing!" Qin Sisi sincerely admired, but this intrigued her even more.

Having the ability to paint should count as a remarkable skill. One could work in design or as a tutor; they shouldn’t be penniless, destitute, and holess!

The painter sighed, "What’s so amazing? There are plenty of thoroughbreds, but few find them."

Upon hearing such a classic antique saying, Qin Sisi slightly understood, she asked softly, "People don’t like your paintings?"

The painter replied helplessly, "My paintings belong to the abstract style. I don’t paint objects, animals, or humans, I capture my perception of the world. Yet, people simply don’t understand."