Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?-Chapter 1063 - 1059: Xiao Yue’s Talent

Shen Siyuan did not incorporate Wei Zixu into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner; instead, he instructed Duoduo and Dou Dou to take him for a good stroll in the coming days.

This little fellow has been away from people for too long; his soul exudes an indelible loneliness.

Dou Dou and Duoduo were enthusiastic by nature. Upon hearing this, they skipped lunch, grabbed Wei Zixu’s hand, and ran out excitedly.

After eating lunch, Shen Siyuan took out paper and pen, sat on the balcony, lightly tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and began sketching the appearances of the two culprits he saw from Wei Zixu’s memories in his mind.

Shen Siyuan’s drawing skills were not bad.

During school, he once obsessively loved comic books and even dreamed of becoming a cartoonist when he grew up.

Although this dream ultimately did not come true, and he never systematically learned art.

But during that time, the constant writing and drawing helped him develop quite a decent skill in sketching.

Moreover, now that he controlled his body more precisely, this ability was further reflected in his drawing technique.

Many people who draw poorly do so not because they can’t draw, but because their hands are uncoordinated and unable to completely replicate the images in their minds.

That’s what we now refer to as knowing in mind but unable with the hand.

In no time, two portraits vividly appeared on the paper.

Though not a hundred percent reproduction, the square faces, high noses, and the sinister brows and eyes of the person in the carriage were captured accurately, making them highly recognizable at a glance.

While he was drawing, Tang Tang eagerly approached like a little tail.

The little one, seeing Shen Siyuan drawing on paper, became instantly interested, sometimes tugging at his paper, other times stretching her toes to grab the pen from his hand, constantly making mischief from the side.

She now relied on Shen Siyuan more and more, sticking to him closely whenever he was home, like a little tail that couldn’t be shaken off.

Shen Siyuan patiently coaxed her several times before finally completing the two portraits.

He took out his phone, photographed the paper, and sent it directly to Zhong Xiaonan, along with a brief account of Wei Zixu’s ordeal in the message.

However, finding these two culprits might still take some time.

After all, so many years have passed; things have changed, and those fugitive criminals may well have changed identities and disappeared into the vast crowd.

Actually, the easiest to find are Wei Zixu’s parents.

The child went missing back then, and they filed a report; the unsolved case surely has records at the police station.

Following this lead and contacting them wouldn’t be difficult.

But since Wei Zixu did not wish to, Shen Siyuan also respected his choice and did not bring it up for the time being.

Just as he put down his phone and turned around, he saw Tang Tang holding the pen he had casually placed on the table, scribbling on the empty spots of the paper.

The little one’s strokes were crooked and the paper was already filled with bizarre shapes, including a cat-like creature with three eyes, a dog with eight legs, and an eyeball with a long tail, even a mouse with a belly full of sharp teeth...

Shen Siyuan leaned in for a closer look, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The more he looked at these things, the more they resembled those Mud Worms in the Netherworld.

He was just about to ask when he saw Xiao Yue rushing out from the room, her hands holding the brocade and silk book obtained from the Yangzhou Netherworld.

"Brother, look quickly..."

There was a tinge of urgency in Xiao Yue’s voice as she handed the book to Shen Siyuan.

Shen Siyuan took the book with some confusion: "Look at what?"

Xiao Yue pointed to the last page of the book; following her finger, he saw three solitary words at the end of the tattered paper: "Chu Jingci."

"Is this... a name?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Shen Siyuan’s eyes.

"I guess all the words in the book were written by this person named Chu Jingci." Xiao Yue said earnestly.

Shen Siyuan rubbed those three words on the page and nodded: "I think so too."

He paused, then mused, "It’s just unclear if these words were written while he was alive or after he died."

Xiao Yue tilted her head, puzzled: "Does it... make any difference?"

"There’s a big difference."

Shen Siyuan looked at her with a heavy tone, "If this book was accidentally acquired by Lu Xiwen while alive and then accompanied him into the Netherworld after his death, it wouldn’t matter, but if Lu Xiwen obtained it posthumously, someone else might be involved."

"Perhaps Lu Xiwen stole it from another ghost," Xiao Yue proposed a guess.

Shen Siyuan shook his head, dismissing that thought: "Impossible. Just a few copied Confucian words can birth such potent True Words power; the person who wrote these must possess unfathomable cultivation. Such a figure couldn’t have been provoked by Lu Xiwen, who likely was far inferior."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yue suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly: "Brother makes sense."

Meanwhile, Shen Siyuan’s thoughts drifted further.

Sentient beings naturally have a propensity for grouping together.

Since the Netherworld has a ghost like Lu Xiwen, polluted by Polluted Energy yet retaining intellect and power from life, there must be more like him.

Throughout the vast river of history, numerous geniuses were born, each era had those with exceptional strategy or unmatched strength, leaving brilliant marks on the human world.

Even as ghosts, affected by Polluted Energy, these people may not have lost their minds.

Consequently, they likely band together and might form a significant organization or a formidable force.

Considering this, Shen Siyuan’s gaze grew deeper; mastering the Netherworld might be harder than he imagined.

However, dwelling on it now is futile; instead of worrying, better take one step at a time. The immediate priority is swiftly enhancing one’s own strength.

Only with enough power can one truly grasp the initiative to solve the perplexing and unpredictable situation. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Shen Siyuan gathered his thoughts and temporarily suppressed the chaotic worries. He turned to Xiao Yue, who was holding the book, and casually inquired: "Have you discovered any insights from this book?"

He asked casually without much hope, yet to his surprise, Xiao Yue earnestly nodded.

Shen Siyuan suddenly widened his eyes, speaking with incredulous delight: "You... you can already activate the True Words written on it?"

Xiao Yue spoke no more, merely reciting a True Word: "The east wind thaws the land, awakening the hibernating creatures; plants spring forth, and flowers bloom in abundance."

As those words fell, a warm breeze unexpectedly wafted through the living room, carrying with it the fresh scent of budding greenery.

Soon, tender grass stems emerged from between the floorboards, rapidly spreading and growing visibly, soon covering the entire ground.

Multicolored flower buds appeared seemingly from nowhere, quietly blooming among the grass stems—peach blossoms pink and charming, spring yellow blooms, begonias red and adorable...

In the blink of an eye, clusters of flowers blossomed sequentially, the rich fragrance permeating the air, transforming the originally simple living room into a vibrant, lively little garden.