"The pigments used in the painting should all be made from rare ore."
"This..." Little Taotie furrowed its brows: "Can we chip it off and sell it?"
Hua Jinyan laughed: "Chipping it off won't fetch money, but there is a secret hidden here."
"A secret?"
Hua Jinyan pointed at the last family portrait: "It's hiding a Ghost."
"A Ghost?" Little Taotie's eyes widened as it looked, finally noticing something was off.
The little boy in the family portrait looked grayish and somewhat transparent; all other parts were painted with pigments made from rare ore, except for this boy.
It wasn't painted on at all!
This seemed like... the Ghost had stuck itself on, disguising as a part of the painting!
Little Taotie was frightened by this bold speculation.
It hadn't expected a Ghost to be right under its nose without realizing it.
But wait!
Little Taotie looked at Hua Jinyan with confusion.
She glanced at Hua Jinyan's wrist, seeing that there was no Shariputra on it at the moment.
