In the front, there is a wooden shelf for displaying paintings, and there is a painting on the shelf.

This is a very special painting. It looks chaotic, but if you look closely, you can see cities, roads and bridges in this painting.

There is actually Huangli Academy of Fine Arts.

It's like looking at the microscopic world from a God's perspective.

Lin Mo was in a trance with surprise.

I closed my eyes and looked again, and it was chaos again.

This time, Lin Mo quickly entered the state of observing the microscopic world again, and he saw at a glance that there was a hole in the Huangli Academy of Fine Arts.

A dark aura continuously seeped out from the hole.

Not only that, but there were also many strange hands sticking out from the hole, tearing the drawing paper madly, as if trying to further expand the gap.

Lin Mo knew clearly that this painting was the origin of this world of paintings.

And looking at that hole, it’s not small.

"Did you see it?" asked Zhang Meng, who was lying on the ground.

She obviously hoped that Lin Mo could see it, because she no longer had the strength to repair the painting. If she allowed those strange hands in the dark to continue tearing it apart, the collapse of the entire painting world would be inevitable.

And this time won’t be long.

Maybe it won't last even half an hour.

"How to fix it?" Lin Mo asked, indicating that he saw the damaged area.

But this painting was very magical and he didn't know how to repair it.

Zhang Meng could only offer guidance.

"First, use the paper over there, spray a little bit of water, fill in the gap from the back of the painting, and then smooth it out with the paper pulp I prepared. But all this must be done within one minute, otherwise, those hands will tear the paper apart again."

"One minute?" Lin Mo was stunned.

"Yes, one minute, and this minute also includes the time you spend drawing."

"Painting? What kind of painting?" Lin Mo was puzzled.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as the repaired area cannot be left blank, otherwise the painting world will not be able to resonate, and then the world will collapse instantly!” Lin Mo was dumbfounded after Zhang Meng finished speaking.

What resonance, what breakdown, it really puts people under a lot of pressure.

"I can't do it, you should do it, I'll help you up." Lin Mo went over to help him up, Zhang Meng was directly angry: "If I had any way, I wouldn't let you do it. I can't even move my fingers now. Hurry up, there's no time. Although you will fail nine out of ten times, even if there is a 10% chance, you should try it. You can't just wait to die like this, right?"

Lin Mo nodded: "What you said makes sense, then I'll do it."

"Wait a minute, here's a brush." ​​Zhang Meng opened her mouth at this time, and then Lin Mo saw something that made him dumbfounded. A paintbrush actually came out of the girl's mouth.

Lin Mo considered himself knowledgeable, but he had never seen such a spectacle of a paintbrush spitting out from the mouth.

Because there was something in Zhang Meng's mouth, she could only whimper at Lin Mo. Lin Mo understood and immediately ran over to pull out the paintbrush.

This brush feels special right from the start.

It wasn't because of the domineering aura on it, but because the pen was covered with sticky saliva. Lin Mo had no choice but to rub it on Zhang Meng's clothes first.

"Go quickly, you only have one chance." Zhang Meng urged. It seemed that the situation was really urgent.

Lin Mo nodded, but still asked: "Don't blame me for being long-winded, I mean, what will happen if it fails?"

Zhang Meng laughed miserably and said, "If I fail, I will die, and you, including all the monsters here, will be thrown into the Green Garden Community. If you are lucky, you will only get hurt, but if you are unlucky, you will die!"

"Understood!"

Lin Mo stepped forward immediately, and quickly went over the steps Zhang Meng had just explained in his mind. Then he picked up the white paper and walked behind this copy of the original painting.

The damaged area was easy to find, so Lin Mo didn't hesitate. He pasted the paper on the back and began to gently spray water with the small spray bottle next to him.

The liquid appeared as a mist, and part of the paper absorbed the moisture and began to become sticky.

The piece of paper used for repair was relatively thick, so Lin Mo loosened his hand and did not drop it.

This is the first step, and it is considered a success.

Because all the actions and processes had to be completed within one minute, Lin Mo was inevitably a little flustered. When he was taking the paper paste, he accidentally knocked over the container, and the paper paste scattered all over the floor.

"So stupid!" Zhang Meng said angrily.

Lin Mo fought back without even turning his head: "How dare you say that to me? I bought you fifty minutes, but you just lay here for fifty minutes. Who is the loser between us?"

The sharp words, coupled with precise destruction, hit Zhang Meng's soft spot, leaving her speechless.

Although Lin Mo was talking slowly, his movements were not slow at all. Although he was very unskilled, he did not make the same mistake again.

It only took thirty seconds to do all this.

There are still thirty seconds left. Lin Mo chose to draw something on this area that is about half of his palm. There is only one requirement: that it resonate with the whole painting.

If this resonance cannot be generated, it will be like the wind blowing away the eggshell, and everyone will be doomed.

If resonance is generated, congratulations, the crisis is resolved and everyone is happy.

But to come up with the idea of ​​repairing something within thirty seconds is extremely difficult for a painting novice like Lin Mo, and the possibility is very slim.

But at this critical juncture, Lin Mo had no other choice. He was forced to do it, and he had to get this deal anyway.

In fact, Lin Mo had already looked around the gap.

It's very complicated, and what Zhang Meng calls resonance is actually coordination in Lin Mo's view.

The coordination of composition.

Simply put, it should not be abrupt.

This is very difficult, and in 30 seconds, one not only has to think about it, but also draw it. Not to mention Lin Mo, even if Zhang Meng draws it herself, she may not be able to succeed.

Fortunately, Lin Mo never takes the usual approach when faced with difficulties.

It took him only ten seconds to think about how to draw it.

I saw him drawing a circle at the repaired gap.

Zhang Meng on the ground glanced at it, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Hurry up, destroy it quickly, whatever you want!"

It was obvious that he believed that Lin Mo was bound to fail.

Speaking of which, Zhang Meng admires Lin Mo very much.

He was said to last half an hour, but he lasted fifty minutes and was able to do it with ease. He was definitely a real man, a strong man, and she was impressed by him.

But she admired him, and as soon as the other party started writing, she knew that everything was over.

Such a good painting, but with a circle suddenly drawn on it, is this a joke? It is impossible to resonate with the audience.

"Forget it, forget it, this is my fate." Zhang Meng sighed at this moment: "When I was alive, nothing good happened to me. My family was average, my parents were divorced, and I finally went to college and studied my favorite art, but I was bullied by the school bully. OK, I don't want to play with you anymore, can I commit suicide? But even death didn't let me rest in peace, and I was reborn in this strange world. I thought everything would get better, and I became the master of my world, but I didn't know that the bastard poked a hole in my painting. Hey, die, it's not like I haven't died before. Twenty years later, I'm still a good girl!"

Zhang Meng accepted her fate, and Lin Mo's amazing painting skills made her choose to lie down.

At least, these twenty seconds would allow her to think carefully about the past.

Time passes by every second.

It felt like twenty seconds had passed.

Zhang Meng was puzzled.

I couldn't help but count silently in my heart.

That's not right.

Twenty seconds had already passed.

All these forty seconds are available.

Zhang Meng thought of something at this time and opened his eyes suddenly.

But he made eye contact with Lin Mo.

Zhang Meng screamed in shock

At this moment, Lin Mo was squatting in front of Zhang Meng, staring at her with a strange look on his face.

"What were you mumbling with your eyes closed just now? You sound like a lunatic!" Lin Mo asked.

Zhang Meng reacted.

"I'm not dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Lin Mo asked back, "Did you think you were dead just now?"

Zhang Meng nodded.

You drew such an abrupt circle, is there any other possibility besides death? "Okay, you can't die. By the way, come and see if my drawing is good."

Lin Mo pointed at the painting over there and asked.

Zhang Meng turned her head and saw that she was completely stunned.

The third update is here, the last two hours or so, come on! 　　 　 (End of this chapter)