"Besides, I can't draw, but the pen and drawing board in my hand can."
The cursed drawing board, the item that comes out of the platinum treasure chest, can present the most glorious and darkest sides of a person or ghost's life like a slide show.
Since the female ghost teacher asked him to present his husband's inner world on the drawing board, he should fulfill her wish.
Qin Nuo picked up the sketch pen and his eyes fell on the man in the corner of the podium who looked like a mummy statue.
Then, the sketch pen in his hand began to move with independent consciousness following his gaze.
The speed of painting is not fast, not as fast as Shan Nianmeng's original speed, which is as terrifying as a printer, but it is precisely this speed that makes people think more.
Swish!
Swish!
During these few minutes, two more students were punished.
The sound of tearing echoed, blood splattered the curtains, and when the body fell to the ground, a head rolled to Qin Nuo's feet.
Qin Nuo was unmoved. At this moment, it seemed as if all his body and mind were immersed in the drawing board. His eyes were fixed in a straight line, always wandering between the drawing board and the skinny man.
The last few players simply sat and waited to die.
Leaving your seat means death, and whether the drawing is good or bad means death. It is better to wait for death and waste time playing the game.
In their view, this was a death trap with no chance of survival.
Seeing Qin Nuo's appearance, he just shook his head and said nothing.
"Student No. 4, your time is up."
As time passed, the voice of the female ghost teacher suddenly rang out in the studio.
At this moment, the sketch pen in Qin Nuo's hand also stopped.
“Just finished painting!”
Qin Nuo put the sketch pen back into the gap between the drawing board frame, and when he looked back at the drawing board as a whole, his expression was obviously stunned.
"this……"
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