Although it may sound harsh, this doesn't mean he's a child who can only go to his parents when he has problems.

But he really did need to go to his grandfather and ask him to find a way to save the little country girl.

I only thought of going because I was impulsive. Now I realize what kind of person my grandfather is. If I go now, I can save Xiaotu Niu, but given my grandfather's personality, Xiaotu Niu will have a hard time in the future.

"Are we just supposed to sit here and wait for her to get into danger?"

"Just sit and watch."

Nangong Rui was furious. He had thought Xie Sichen was kinder to the little country girl, but now it seemed he wasn't at all. He was too cold-blooded. But there was nothing he could do, so he could only sit there helplessly.

Shen Hua stood on the stage, facing the foreigner. She hadn't paid attention to his name, so she didn't know what it was.

I only stood there for a while, but I could still vaguely hear it from the people sitting below.

"I feel like that foreigner looks familiar, and his name sounds familiar, but I just can't quite place him."

"De Rui, that doesn't sound familiar. Foreign names all sound similar and are hard to remember. You might have misheard him."

The host stood between them. Unlike the others, he wasn't surprised at first, but he quickly composed himself. Holding the microphone, he said, "I believe everyone is looking forward to the final round. So let me ask the two contestants, what would you like to discuss?"

De Rui spoke up.

"Since you're a young girl, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's draw together!"

Upon hearing the word "painting," many people in the audience suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

"I... I remember who he is. Isn't he the one who appeared last two years ago, the one who killed people by painting?"

"I didn't expect it to be him. He didn't come last year, and I had almost forgotten about him. I didn't expect him to come this year, and it was a little girl who ran into him. I think this Shen Hua is in danger at such a young age."

"Who says otherwise? I thought painting was just a pastime, but I never expected it to be a weapon of mass destruction."

"I feel that De Rui is a trump card. Even the best guys here don't know if they have a chance of winning against him."

Shen Hua heard what they were saying, and of course De Rui heard it too. He raised his head slightly, smiling. Although he looked very friendly, his eyes held an unreadable determination.

Shen Hua had already guessed what he was looking at her with—he was describing how he wanted to kill her.

Shen Hua smiled faintly, "That's interesting."

"OK!"

Shen Hua replied with two words: "It's just painting. I like that too."

Her calm demeanor only piqued De Rui's interest even more.

Shen Hua smiled and looked more harmless than De Rui.

She looked at the host and asked curiously, "Big brother, I heard them say that someone will die in the last round. Does that mean that if someone kills someone, they won't be held accountable?"

Seeing her ask this question, the host patiently explained to her, "Yes, as long as you don't physically touch the other person, the final round is a matter of life and death."

In the past, the final test did not have to be a matter of life and death. However, they did not realize the danger of communication. From the outside, they did not have any contact, but the other party was dead. In this way, it was difficult to investigate the responsibility, so they could only disregard life and death.

In his view, Shen Hua was just there to be a scapegoat, and was rather pathetic, so he looked at Shen Hua with a hint of sympathy.

"Okay."

Shen Hua asked this because she was worried that if something happened later, they would come to her again. That would mean solving one problem only to have another one arise, so it would be better not to solve it at all.

The way he looked at her already told her that he wanted to kill her, so why didn't she retaliate?

At this moment, De Rui spoke up as if to help, "Don't worry, dying in my hands won't hurt you at all."

Seeing that both of them were ready, the host announced the start.

Then someone brought over writing brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones.

They said they were going to paint, but all they brought out was a large sheet of white paper, a brush, and some ink.

Using only black and white, it's quite challenging for the two of them to create a drawing.

De Rui smiled and asked her to begin, then started drawing on his side.

De Rui did not use a brush to paint; instead, he used his palms to channel spiritual energy and move the ink onto the paper.

The ink spread across the white paper. Even though you could see his hand drawing rhythmically, it was all black at first glance, and that black slowly spread across the white paper on the side where he was drawing.

Others might see De Rui staining the white paper black with ink, but Shen Hua saw a dark world slowly engulfing her, with many terrifying things hidden in the darkness.

Faint roars could still be heard. In an instant, all the dark things pressed down. Even though the black mist hadn't arrived yet, it felt like the body was already out of control.

Depression, fear, apprehension, panic, loneliness—all these negative emotions press down on you.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't be able to stand up, let alone hold a pen.

However, Shen Hua became somewhat interested. She waited until the black ink covered a third of the paper before picking up her pen and slowly drawing on the paper.

Her drawings were very irregular, a little here and a little there, but to outsiders, it looked like she was just dotting a small patch, like she was playing house.

"What's with this painting? Doesn't it realize what it's going to be like? Why is it still painting on the side?"

"Yes! If this black ink covers the entire paper, she'll die. Shouldn't a normal person rush to grab a spot?"

"I'm not watching anymore, I'm not watching anymore. How can there be such a stupid person? I'm afraid I'll get so angry if I keep watching."

Many people angrily covered their eyes with their hands to avoid seeing this unpleasant side, but still curiously parted their fingers to look.

Finally, fearing that he would really be so angry that he would die, he chose not to look at Shen Hua's side, but instead looked at De Rui's side.

Whether it was their imagination or not, looking at that black ink, they felt as if they were being swallowed up. The more they looked, the more panicked and afraid they became. When they finally managed to look away, they found that their spines were already chilled.

"It was terrifying, so terrifying. I felt like I had walked through hell, and I'm still trembling."

"Yes! But even if you take up space, it's useless. I remember that guy last year also took up space. At first, we thought he was going to win, but we didn't expect Black Ink to swallow his drawing. It's like he spent so long drawing to pave the way for Black Ink, but he died too quickly."

"Look, Chen is drawing faster and faster. Although she's still in the same spot, we don't know what she's drawing. She even shows an innocent smile from time to time, as if she's just drawing."

"Have you noticed that she wasn't affected at all? Last year, she was sweating profusely and her legs were weak."