The shrill screams echoed in the studio.
The blood stained the vivid and lifelike sketch on the drawing board with a few red spots, as if adding a few more artistic elements.
The hands of the other players holding the sketch pens were shaking violently.
Although it was a game, the immersive fear and sense of death continued to destroy their psychological defenses.
Leaving your seat is death.
Painting is also death.
This is a dead end!
No matter how good the painting is, if it doesn't meet the wishes of the invisible woman, it will be death.
Swish!
Broken flesh and blood were scattered on the ground, and the seat was instantly covered in blood.
Qin Nuo looked at this scene and couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, Wow, another Teacher Yan!
Whether the painting is good or not, I don’t care what you think, I only care what I think!
A clear footprint appeared in the flowing blood, and Qin Nuo felt a distinct chill approaching.
"Classmate, it's time for you to take a seat."
"Today is Children's Day, your holiday. The teacher has brought you candies. Of course, only good drawings will get you candies!"
The gentle voice echoed in my ears, like the fragrance of orchid. I didn't know why I really thought it was a good teacher who was gentle and a little playful.
Qin Nuo thought to himself, do I have a choice? But he still chose to remain silent. His eyes fell on painting seat No. 4 and he walked over.
Painting stand No. 4 still had traces of blood and bloody organs, and the painting board was scribbled beyond recognition.
Qin Nuo changed his chair, and the female teacher's voice came: "I'll change you to a clean drawing board."
Qin Nuo smiled and said, "No need, teacher. I actually have my own drawing board."
"I am an art student myself. I have loved sketching, coloring, and even abstract painting since I was a child. Painting is my life, the drawing board is my livelihood, and the sketch pen is my chopsticks."
"My love for painting is greater than anything else, so naturally I never let go of these things!"
The Blood Eye Ghost had a strange expression on his face: "What the hell?"
As he spoke, Qin Nuo took out a drawing board like a magic trick. It was a size smaller than the original one, but it did not look out of place when placed on the easel.
Qin Nuo's words obviously won the favor of the female teacher, and her tone became more gentle: "What a good child, children who love painting can't be bad."
“People who truly love painting will devote everything to complete their work. Painting is like their own child, more important than anything else. This statement is very true.”
"Do you know why my husband became like this? I told him I wanted to draw a different version of him, so he starved himself for seven days and seven nights. To prevent himself from eating, he even glued his mouth shut. After that, he never ate again."
"Do you know why?"
"Because he loves me."
A light voice sounded in his ears, and Qin Nuo glanced at the man on the podium.
He was completely naked. If it weren't for his ribs, he believed his chest would be stuck to his back. His face was withered and yellow, his skull was protruding, and his eyes were dull, empty, and wooden, as if they were completely necrotic.
It's like a skeleton walking in human skin.
Although this is a statement to show off one's love, it sounds so uncomfortable.
Should we say her husband is pitiful or crazy?
"For such a perfect work of art, the teacher hopes that you can present it more perfectly and freeze it on the drawing board."
"Of course, the teacher allows you to have some minor flaws. After all, you are still a student."
"But it's not okay for someone like the one just now who draws so badly."
Qin Nuo: “…”
"Teacher, I will try my best."
The chill around me disappeared.
"Student in painting booth 9, your time is up."
A gentle voice sounded, followed by a player's angry voice: "What a crappy game! It's just waiting to die. I won't serve you anymore!"
"I might as well give it a try. Maybe I can kill this woman and leave this studio safely!"
As he said that, he suddenly stood up and casually took out a black long-barreled gun, but before he could pull the trigger, his head seemed to have been cut off in advance, and it rolled down with a snap.
His knees hit the ground, and the headless body also lay limp on the ground.
"Is this ghost so powerful?" Qin Nuo couldn't help but be surprised when his head rolled under the seat.
He really didn't feel any ghostly aura stirring, and then the player was gone.
"Ghosts are not that strong. There is also the bonus of the ghost domain." said the blood-eyed ghost.
"Ghostland?"
"After death, ghosts develop a strong obsession with a certain area, which will form a ghost domain. Ghosts in their own ghost domain can do whatever they want, except for strength bonuses and curses."
Qin Nuo heard this and asked, "If they turn against each other later, will you be able to win?"
"It's hard to say whether I can win, but I can still get you out safely."
Obviously, in someone else's ghost domain, the Blood-Eyed Ghost didn't dare to speak nonsense. Speaking like this was already considered low-key considering his rebellious temperament.
"Let's get started." Qin Nuo picked up the sketch pen placed in the drawing board frame.
"Can you really draw?" asked the blood-eyed ghost.
"If I knew how, I wouldn't be ridiculed by a few kids just for drawing a blackboard newspaper." Qin Nuo said lightly.
"Then what you just said sounded like the truth!"
"How can I appear to be so credible without any further explanation? I'm too experienced at fooling people. If I just say what she wants, I won't offend her."
"Haha, you really have a perfect grasp of the ways of the world." The blood-eyed ghost rolled his eyes.
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