The car was parked in the yard.
Lu Zhiwei opened the car door and walked straight inside.
The huge courtyard is still the same as it was three years ago, with no major changes.
Grayson is a painting prodigy, and his love for painting borders on obsession.
Inspiration strikes anytime, anywhere, and he immediately begins to paint. He'll paint tirelessly until the work is finished, sometimes for as long as he can, with a record of painting continuously for up to thirty-six hours without food, drink, or sleep. He will never put down his brush.
In his youth, he learned the art of face painting from the master Cheng Yao in China, and improved upon it, bringing the art to its peak.
Lu Zhiwei was exceptionally talented. She painted and sold her work on the street, and he took a liking to her at first sight, bringing her back to the manor and passing on all his knowledge to her.
There were no extra servants in the manor. The old man preferred quiet and did not like to be disturbed by extra people, so he hired a butler to take care of his daily life.
Enter the main hall.
The house was empty.
"Where is Master?" Lu Zhiwei asked.
“It’s on the wall,” the butler standing behind her suddenly said.
Lu Zhiwei's heart sank suddenly; Grayson was also nearly seventy years old.
Could it be that she hasn't returned for three years and has already passed away?
His gaze swept across the four walls of the living room.
Sure enough, a black and white portrait was hanging on the west wall. The portrait was exquisite and perfect, with every single hair clearly visible, making it exceptionally lifelike.
This portrait was hand-drawn by the master himself.
He didn't approve of paintings by others.
“You’re looking in the wrong place. It’s on this wall.” The butler pointed to the wall behind him.
On the wall is a lifelike relief mural, depicting a vivid human figure.
Half of the body is inside the wall, and half is outside the wall, making it another rare and amazing masterpiece.
“Mr. Grayson did not want to die an ordinary death, so he chose to seal his body in the wall, to be passed down through the ages.” The butler wept, covering his face.
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