In Studio 409, all the ghost paintings were silent at this moment, not daring to make the slightest sound, because Zhang Meng was painting according to Lin Mo's description.

"The characteristic of that place is darkness, but you can be sure that there are unknown things hidden in the darkness, do you understand? Ordinary darkness and darkness hiding monsters, although they are both pitch black, they feel different. I want that feeling."

Lin Mo was gesticulating vigorously while Zhang Meng lowered his head to paint.

She has now changed back to her original attire and looks like an ordinary female college student.

However, Zhang Meng also has some scope for Lin Mo's almost nonsense description.

She simply handed over the drawing paper.

“You draw!”

"Me?" Lin Mo laughed, angrily: "If I can draw, why would I look for you?"

"I know you can't draw, but you can color it black, right? Think back to how you felt when you stared at the darkness, and then color it black based on that feeling. Don't tell me you can't, even kindergarten kids can do it."

"Okay, I'll try it."

Lin Mo nodded, took the pen and began to blacken the paper.

This is indeed quite simple, but it is a little difficult to put yourself into the feeling of being in a thorny ghost forest.

Zhang Meng stared at the side, her eyelids twitching as she watched Lin Mo clumsily coloring. She thought to herself that she should go to the temple to burn some incense for being able to survive the last time she repaired the gap in the painting world.

That was really good luck, a stroke of luck.

Just look at how clumsy this guy is, even the kindergarten kids are better than him.

Even this guy is still the "writer" in her painting world. She was really blind to have found such a fool.

However, Zhang Meng quickly remembered that there seemed to be no one else who could help her at that time, and only Lin Mo could help her.

The kind that there is no choice.

There was no way. Lin Mo was painting, and she could only give instructions and guidance. The whole process was much more tiring than painting by herself.

But this process is indispensable.

The other party is the writer. If one wants the painting to truly include the so-called second-level dream, Lin Mo must be the writer, even if it is just a simple operation like blackening.

After Lin Mo finally finished painting, Zhang Meng snatched the paintbrush.

"Okay, there's nothing for you to do now, go take a rest."

"Don't you need my help? I think I draw pretty well and I've found some feeling for it." Lin Mo said he could still do it.

Zhang Meng pulled him away.

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lin Mo was helpless, but he knew that professional matters should be left to professionals. So he stood by and watched, describing the details of the door.

Slowly, the painting began to take shape. Zhang Meng's skills were very superb. Just relying on Lin Mo's verbal description, he actually painted the door vividly.

At this moment, Lin Mo stared at the thorny ghost forest in the painting and looked at the door in front of him. He had a feeling that at this moment, he had returned to that horrible scene and was surrounded by thorns.

It's not even finished yet, but it's already so lifelike.

Zhang Meng, really awesome! "My dear district chief, this painting of yours took up a lot of my time and energy." Zhang Meng raised her hand and stretched lazily, her loose clothes outlining her perfect curves.

I didn’t realize this otaku girl is quite attractive.

"Thank you very much."

"What are you thanking me for? I haven't finished the painting yet." Zhang Meng rolled his eyes at Lin Mo, moved his neck, arms and back, and continued to paint with his head down.

Clearly, she was refining something.

It belongs to the pursuit of excellence.

Lin Mo didn't dare to disturb her at this time. After waiting for more than an hour, Zhang Meng looked up again.

"There is only one last stroke left. District Chief, you draw it."

"Me?" Lin Mo looked at the already perfect painting and shook his head. Wouldn't it be superfluous to ask him to paint?

There is no doubt that if he painted a single stroke, it would definitely ruin this perfect painting.

"I said there's only one stroke missing. It's over there, at the door. There's a line there. I deliberately left a break point. You go and connect the line." Zhang Meng was sweating. After finishing this picture, it seemed to her as if she had just completed an intense exercise.

I guess it's really exhausting.

Lin Mo took the pen and began to carefully prepare to draw the final stroke.

However, when this stroke was made, Lin Mo seemed to have entered a thorny forest, and the breath of fear and despair was overwhelming.

In the end, Lin Mo drew the stroke steadily.

In an instant, there was a bang on the drawing paper and a black gas came out.

It seems like a passage to another world has been opened.

"It's done!"

Zhang Meng smiled, looked at the painting, then framed it neatly and hung it on the wall.

Looking at this painting at this moment, the darkness above seems to be able to seep out, and even the light in the studio has dimmed. An invisible force is affecting this place.

Seeing this, Zhang Meng covered the painting with a piece of canvas.

"This place is dangerous. Let me make it clear in advance that I will not go there with you." Zhang Meng was afraid that Lin Mo would conscript men.

"Don't worry, you've already helped me a lot by painting this picture." Lin Mo expressed his gratitude.

"Don't forget, you said you would agree to any request I make."

"Don't worry about this. I, Lin Mo, dare to do other things, but I really dare not do anything to break my promise and gain benefits."

"That's good." Zhang Meng giggled: "Nothing else, right? Then I'll go back to the castle and continue playing my queen."

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

Over there, Zhang Meng was climbing into the castle painting. When she was halfway there, she remembered something and looked back at Lin Mo. She couldn't help but say, "The painting of the second-floor dreamland gives me a very scary feeling. If you want to go in, you must pay attention to safety."

After saying that, she climbed into the castle painting.

It was obvious that Zhang Meng felt something when she painted that picture.

That's why she said that.

Zhang Meng is a person who generally doesn't talk nonsense. She is the type of person who keeps silent. The fact that she took the initiative to remind others shows that the painting is indeed extremely dangerous.

Lin Mo took a look at the painting covered by the canvas, turned around and walked out of the studio.

He would have to think carefully about whether or not to bring some neighbors in.

When Lin Mo was going out, he thought about bringing more neighbors with him, but when he walked to the corridor window and looked down, he saw a very peaceful scene.

The bald man was playing with his son, and Dandan's mother was sitting on a chair in the park, holding her head and telling stories to a group of little kids.

There are children swinging on the swings over there, and the little girl in the red dress is sitting on the grass blowing up a balloon, with her parents next to her.

There are other neighbors.

The whole picture is peaceful and happy.

Seeing this, Lin Mo suddenly didn't want to call the neighbors anymore.

"They have all experienced pain, whether they are dead or alive. They were once tortured by resentment and despair. But in the Green Garden community, they have regained their former happiness. Why should I destroy this precious thing? Forget it, forget it!"

Lin Mo knew very well that this trip to the second level of the dream was absolutely fraught with dangers, and it was probably no exaggeration to say that it was a life-or-death situation.

Therefore, we cannot push them into the fire pit again.

Besides, Lin Mo knew that quality was more important than quantity. Peace and tranquility were hard-won, including his father. Lin Mo would not let them take risks again this time.

"Lao Bai, if you come with me this time, together with Xiaoyu and Sister Yue, it should be about the same."

Lin Mo considered whether to take Dou Dou with him.

Doudou is now having a lot of fun playing with the kids in the community. Since this child has been traveling around with me, his personality has become more and more like mine.

Except for his ugly and scary appearance, he is a good child in other aspects. Moreover, he is becoming more and more like a human being rather than a scary evil ghost.

Lin Mo hasn't thought about this matter yet.

I went down to the second floor first and chatted with the butcher.

The butcher was obviously very interested in Lin Mo's knife that had been mutated after being infected by the parasite, and he simply couldn't let it go.

The other party told Lin Mo that he wanted to peel off some of the parasitic tissue for research.

Lin Mo agreed.

The butcher grinned, a rare smile he never gave.

This is completely different from the butcher I met at the first sight.

Lin Mo discovered that not only other neighbors, but all the nightmares in the community had undergone some changes to a greater or lesser extent. They were more like humans than monsters.

After getting the knife back, Lin Mo was about to leave, but the butcher stopped him and asked if there was anything he could do for him.

"You can actually tell that I'm worried about something?" Lin Mo was surprised.

The butcher nodded.

Don't be fooled by this guy's rough appearance, he is actually a very thoughtful person.

Lin Mo didn't tell the butcher in the end, but just told him that he would call him if he needed anything.

After going downstairs, Lin Mo did not go to find his father, but ran to the swimming pool to talk to his mother about what happened.

He said that going to the second level of dreams would be quite dangerous, and he had to go, and he planned to keep it a secret from his father, otherwise, his father would definitely follow him.

"Mom, you see, I know that place is extremely dangerous, so how can I ask Dad to go there? Other neighbors who are not strong enough cannot implicate them. I will tell you this, don't tell anyone else."

He saw his father playing with Doudou in the neighborhood.

I made up my mind.

I didn’t bring Doudou with me either.

This child is so pitiful. He has never had a good life since he followed me. Not only has he been displaced, but he has also been living in a small cardboard box. This child has never complained. He always rushes to the front in every fight. This time, I finally found a little friend, so I let him relax.

Lin Mo carried Xiaoyu, Sister Yue and others with him, and Lao Bai also followed behind them.

This time, Lin Mo decided to only bring these three generals.

That's enough.

What's more, Lin Mo himself is also a terrifying existence, possessing more than a dozen curses, bricks, sickles, the ability to suck blood, and the ability to heal himself; not only that, he also has an army of paper men and can summon the boss of the horror house.

So this time Lin Mo didn't tell anyone and returned to Studio 409.

He called out all the ghosts in the studio and gave them some serious advice.

Only then did he tear off the canvas that was covering the painting.

"Remember, after I get in, you will cover the painting. If you hear my voice, uncover it. Do you understand?"

Several eerie painted ghosts nodded repeatedly to show that they understood.

Lin Mo took a deep breath and started to move in.

It's almost like climbing into a window.

It didn't take much effort. After getting in, Lin Mo immediately felt some restlessness in the surrounding thorn forest.

I guess the light stimulated them.

He waved his hands behind him, and the canvas blocked the light. Suddenly, the light disappeared.

Standing in the thorn forest again, Lin Mo had a lot of feelings.

He didn't expect to be back so soon.

In front is the wooden door.

Previously in the game, Lin Mo’s character stopped here, but this time, no one can stop him from opening that door.

At this moment, Lin Mo was holding the tiger bone sickle in a parasitic state in one hand, and his other hand lightly touched the pencil. The next moment, a figure appeared beside Lin Mo.

Then he deliberately shook the brick.

The moment the green flames appeared, the surrounding thorny ghost forest began to rush towards this side like crazy.

"Fuck you." Lin Mo swung his knife and chopped.

The thorns that had put Lin Mo and his friends in danger in the game scene before were now cut off in large pieces by the sharp sickles.

It's like the trumpet killer outside the novice village, which can make the trumpets shudder with fear, but in the eyes of the big players, it's just a matter of one knife.

If that doesn't work, then add another knife.

In addition to Lin Mo, there is also Xiaoyu.

With Xiaoyu protecting him, Lin Mo could have fun however he wanted. Even if there was something he didn't notice, Xiaoyu was there to protect him.

In short, Lin Mo has already thought about it. The first thing to do today is to eradicate this patch of thorny ghost forest.

The enhancing curse brought about an extremely strong physique. At this moment, Lin Mo was like a tireless killing machine, constantly killing.

No matter whether it was thorns or corpses hanging on them, he would chop as many as he could.

In the end, Lin Mo discovered that the Thorn Ghost Forest actually began to retreat.

"Are you scared?"

Lin Mo missed the attack and was a little surprised.

"You weren't like this before. Come on, there's a fire here. How can I speak so loudly? Come here quickly. Let's not waste time, okay?"

Lin Mo continued to provoke.

But the surrounding thorny ghost forest remained unmoved and refused to come over.

"This is not like you. I still like your previous unruly look. You don't want to come over, right? Okay, if you don't want to come over, then I will." Lin Mo rushed over yelling.

In the end, Lin Mo chopped down all the thorny forest.

Even if there are some left, it is nothing to be afraid of.

The sickle in Lin Mo's hand seemed to have a special power. Any thorns cut by this knife would die completely.

Destroying this thorn forest is not only to vent anger, but also to eliminate hidden dangers.

It would be bad if these things crawled out from the exit of the painting world.

Walking back to the wooden door, Lin Mo opened it.

A familiar smell came out from it.

It was the same breath that Lin Mo felt when he was pushed into the second level of dream by the ascetic monk.

Obviously, the second level of dream is inside the door.

"Finally got in."

Lin Mo was very happy.

For him, how to enter the second level dream is the first step and also the most difficult one. As long as he can get in, the rest will be easy.

For example, although it was his first time entering the second-level dream and he was unfamiliar with the place, he should have been like a headless fly, not knowing where to go first.

But he has a paper crane.

The paper crane itself cannot enter the second-level dream, but if it is already in the second-level dream, then there will be no problem.

At this moment, Lin Mo took out a paper crane and wrote Liu Jia's name on it.

Blow and let it fly.

The paper crane began to fly forward.

Done.

Lin Mo stepped in and followed the paper crane forward.

Apart from the previous time when he passively fell into the second level of dream, this was the first time that Lin Mo came in properly. He saw fog all around and a faint light, but he couldn't find where the light source was. There was a gravel ground under his feet, which was very uncomfortable to step on and made noises when he walked.

After walking a few steps, Lin Mo felt really uncomfortable. He squatted down, picked up a stone and looked at it.

As a result, I found that it was not a stone at all.

It is a white crab shell.

Egg size.

Looking from another angle, there were retracted claws below, and the next moment, two green bean-like eyes above opened.

Alive?

At the same time, several claws began to move, and a white pincer clamped towards Lin Mo's fingers.

Lin Mo threw the strange crab to the ground.

The next moment, the 'stones' on the ground began to move, their little claws stretched out, their little pincers danced wildly, just like the originally calm surface of a lake, which suddenly began to boil.

The ground around them was full of these small crabs, so many that it was hard to count them. It looked so dense that even Lin Mo, who didn't have any trypophobia, had goose bumps all over his body.

Fortunately, the crabs were too small. Although they surrounded Lin Mo, Lin Mo ran away and stepped on them all the way. They fought back and forth with each other.

"Back off, back off, back off!" Lin Mo was also anxious at this moment. The main reason was that these little crabs did not eat people, but they were disgusting. Moreover, their little pincers were really strong. Once they clamped the meat, they would never let go. After a while, Lin Mo's trouser legs were full of little fat crabs, just like he was dragging two piles of densely packed tumors.

At this time, Lao Bai's body was also covered with little crabs, but Lao Bai was not afraid, and acted as if nothing had happened. Xiaoyu was not afraid either, because the little crabs did not dare to get close to Xiaoyu.

Finally, with no other options left, Lin Mo could only run over and hug Xiaoyu.

"Xiaoyu, hold me tight!"

Lin Mo knew that this action was not elegant, but he didn't have the heart to think about it at the moment.

Sure enough, when Xiaoyu gave them a princess hug, the little crabs scattered and dared not come closer.

Xiaoyu made a gesture to Lin Mo, but Lin Mo didn't quite understand and handed over the pen and paper.

The former stared at him, making Lin Mo feel embarrassed.

Later he realized that what Xiaoyu meant was, I'm holding you, how can I write with my hands?

Later, Lin Mo knew what Xiaoyu was going to say.

What she meant was that as long as a strong enough nightmare aura was released, these little creatures would not dare to come near.

While Lin Mo was still pondering the mystery behind this, Lao Bai seemed to have realized something, and a chilling aura emanated from his body.

In an instant, all the little crabs on his body ran away.

This time Lin Mo understood.

To put it simply, you have to be a little more aggressive.

By releasing your fierce aura, the little crabs will be forced to retreat.

Try it!

After trying for a long time but it didn't work, Lin Mo finally tried putting on the bone mask, and unexpectedly it had a miraculous effect.

The small crabs around seemed to sense some danger and immediately scattered in all directions.

(End of this chapter)