I play the horror world as a development game

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The simple evaluation made the player heave a sigh of relief, but what he said next made his face freeze again.

"It's just that what you drew is not what I want."

"You can't see his heart at all, you only see what you can see on the surface, it's too naive."

The female teacher's voice was full of disappointment and an inexplicable sadness.

The player frowned, and retorted in a deep voice: "Surface? Eyes are the windows of the heart. There is even a little bit of brilliance in his eyes. This is a man who has experienced despair and is closed to the extreme."

"This is his inner world. I perfectly presented it with a sketch pen, but you said it was the surface. Why do you have any reason to question my work?"

The player's voice was full of anger, as if his own artwork was being trampled by others.

At this moment, he even disregarded his role as a student, but tried his best to refute it as a well-known and respected painter.

There was silence in the studio.

The other party seemed to be stunned and had nothing to say.

The player snorted coldly. He felt that he had won the argument.

But in the next second, the woman's answer came from the air: "It's very simple, because he is my husband."

Immediately afterwards, there was a shrill scream in the studio!

===Chapter 159 Curse the drawing board, handle it to death!===

The shrill screams echoed in the studio.

The blood dyed the vivid and vivid sketches on the drawing board with red spots, as if the composition of art has increased a bit.

The hands of the rest of the players holding the sketch pens were shaking violently.

Even though it was a game, the fear and death that they experienced on the scene continued to destroy their psychological defenses.

Leaving your seat is dead.

Painting is also death.

This is simply a dead end!

No matter how good the painting is, if it does not meet the wishes of the invisible woman, it is still death.

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A piece of shattered flesh and blood was scattered on the ground, and that seat became dripping with blood in an instant.

Looking at this scene, Qin Nuo couldn't help shouting in his heart, good guy, another teacher Yan!

Whether the painting is good or not, I don't want you to think, I want me to think!

There was an obvious footprint in the flowing blood, and Qin Nuo felt an obvious chill approaching.

"Student, you should be seated."

"Today is Children's Day. It's your holiday. The teacher specially sent you candy. Of course, you can only get candy if you draw well!"

The gentle voice echoed in my ears, like a panda in my mouth, I don't know if I really thought it was a good teacher who was gentle and playful.

Qin Nuoxin asked if I had a choice, but she still chose to remain silent, her gaze fell on the No. 4 painting seat, and she walked over.

On the No. 4 painting block, there are still blood and bloody organs, and the drawing board is also horribly painted.

Qin Nuo changed a seat, and the voice of the female teacher came: "I will change you to a clean drawing board."

Qin Nuo smiled and said, "No need for the teacher, I actually have my own drawing board."

"I am an art student myself. I have liked sketches, colored paintings, and even abstract paintings since I was a child. Drawing is my life, the drawing board is my job, and the sketch pen is the chopsticks."

"My love for painting is more than anything else, and these things are naturally in my hands!"

The blood-eyed ghost had a weird expression: "What the hell?"

While speaking, Qin Nuo took out a drawing board like a trick, which was one size smaller than the original drawing board, but it didn't feel out of place when it was placed on the easel.

Qin Nuo's remarks clearly won the favor of the female teacher, and his tone was a little more gentle: "He is really a good boy, and a child who loves to draw is not bad."

"A person who really loves painting will give everything to complete his work. It is like his own child, which is more important than everything else. This sentence is very correct."

"Do you know why my husband became like this? I said I wanted to draw another him, but he starved for seven days and seven nights. In order to prevent eating, he stuck his mouth with glue. Haven't eaten anything."

"Do you know why?"

"Because he loves me."

A quiet voice rang in his ears, and Qin Nuo glanced at the man on the podium.

He was completely naked. If there were no ribs, he believed that his chest would be attached to his back. His whole face was withered and yellow, his skull protruded, and his eyes were dull, hollow and dull, as if they had been completely necrotic.

It's like a skeleton in human skin walking.

Although this is a sentence of dog food, it sounds so uncomfortable.

Should her husband be pitiful, or crazy?

"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 also allows you to have a little flaw, after all, you are still a student."

"But like the one just now, if he draws so badly, he can't do it."

Qin Nuo: ""

"Teacher, I will try my best."

The chill around me disappeared.

"Students from Block 9, your time is up."

A gentle voice sounded, and then I heard a violent voice from a player over there: "What a broken game, it's just waiting to die, I won't serve you anymore!"

"It's better to fight, maybe kill this woman and leave this studio safely!"

As he spoke, he stood up abruptly, and pulled out a pitch-black long-barreled gun, but before he could pull the trigger, his head fell off with a snap, as if it had been thrown and cut off in advance.

Knees hit the ground, and the headless corpse also lay limply on the ground.

"How powerful is this ghost?" Qin Nuo couldn't help being surprised when his head rolled under the seat.

He really didn't feel the ghost agitation, and the player would be gone.

"Ghosts are not so strong, and they have the bonus of the ghost domain." Said the blood-eyed ghost.

"Ghost domain?"

"Ghosts after death have a strong obsession with a certain area, and they will form a ghost domain. Ghosts in their own ghost domain can do anything they want, except for strength bonuses, and curses."

Qin Nuo heard it, and asked, "Then it will turn your face later, can you win?"

"It's hard to say if you win, but it's okay to let you go out safely."

Obviously, in other people's haunted world, the blood-eyed ghost also speaks nonsense, and speaking like this, corresponding to his unruly temperament, is already considered low-key.

"Then let's start." Qin Nuo picked up the sketch pen placed in the frame of the drawing board.

"You really know how to draw?" the blood-eyed ghost asked.

"If I knew it, I wouldn't be able to draw a blackboard newspaper and be ridiculed by a few children." Qin Nuo said flatly.

"Then what you said just now seems to be true!"

"Don't waste a lot of time, how can it seem that I really have such a thing? You ghost, I'm too experienced. If I say what she thinks, I won't offend her."

"Hehe, you've really mastered the sophistication of the world." The blood-eyed ghost rolled his eyes.

"Also, I can't draw, but the pen and drawing board in my hand can."

The drawing board of the curse, something out of the platinum treasure chest, can present the most brilliant and darkest sides of a person or ghost's life like a slide show one by one.

Since the female ghost teacher wants him to present his husband's inner world on the drawing board, then let her be fulfilled.

Qin Nuo picked up the sketch pen, and his eyes fell on the man who looked like a mummified statue in the corner of the podium.

Immediately afterwards, the sketch pen in his hand moved with independent consciousness following his gaze.

The speed of painting is not fast, it is not as terrifyingly fast as a printer like Shan Nian Meng was at the beginning, but it is precisely this speed that makes people imagine.

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Also within a few minutes, two more students were punished.

The sound of tearing echoed, blood splashed the curtains, and when the corpse fell to the ground, a head rolled to Qin Nuo's feet.

Qin Nuo was unmoved, as if all his body and mind had been put into the drawing board at this moment, his eyes lined up with each other, always wandering between the drawing board and the skinny man.

The last few players simply sat and waited to die.

Leaving the seat is death, and painting is good or bad, it is better to wait for death and mess up the game time.

In their view, this is a death trap at all, and there is no chance of survival at all.

Seeing Qin Nuo's appearance, he just shook his head and remained silent.

"Student No. 4, your time is up."

As time jumped, the voice of the female ghost teacher suddenly sounded 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 borders of the drawing board, and when he turned his gaze back to the drawing board to look at it as a whole, his expression was obviously stunned.

"This"

===Chapter 160 Perfect work, be a teacher!===

At first, he concentrated on painting, but Qin Nuo didn't notice anything unusual.

After the drawing is finished, look at it from the perspective of the whole. The whole sketch gives people a very weird feeling.

Ugly?

No, it's just somewhat abstract.

The emaciated man sat in the corner, his eyes were dull, he looked cowardly, withdrawn, and desperate, as if he had been dominated by others for his whole life.

The difference was that the shadow reflected under his feet seemed to be illuminated by the light, and it was stretched extremely long. The shadow's eyes were red, and its mouth was grinning, revealing a crazy smile.

The emotions of a smile are quite complicated, including enjoyment and satisfaction...

These are completely two styles of painting.

The lonely and cowardly person above is in stark contrast to the crazy laugh below.

"The shadow represents the real side of this man?" Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows.

At this time, a chill came over the side, and Qin Nuo knew it was the female teacher, so he took the initiative to pull the seat away so that she could appreciate it better.

My heart tightened involuntarily.

This is a sketch that completely distorts the real style of painting.

If it is wrong, it is a big mistake, and it will face great anger.

On the white and flawless drawing board, there are a few obvious touch marks, but they are very light, as if touching a piece of uncut jade that has just been unearthed, and it looks cautious.

Then came the voice of the female teacher, without rushing to comment, but asked: "Tell me, why did you draw it in this way?"

Qin Nuoxin said that the devil knows, and I want to ask the drawing board, but he still tried to prevaricate: "A thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets. I just present it in my own sketch style, but the meaning expressed ,it's the same."

"The shadow is the real world in his heart."

The female teacher's voice came again, this time trembling: "I can't believe it, you are the first person who can present his heart on the drawing board..."

While speaking, the drawing board floated up and landed in the corner, in front of the thin man.

"Have you seen how perfect this painting is? It is the only student who most closely resembles you!"

The skinny man didn't speak, but there was a slight look in his eyes.

At this time, the figure of the female teacher appeared little by little, with a plump figure and a delicate face. Who could have imagined that it would be the wife of the thin old man who almost looked like a dying man?

The female teacher's face was full of excitement and enthusiasm, she stared at her husband with piercing eyes, and reached out to gently caress his sunken face.

"This is the real you. Why do those people always paint you as hopeless, pitiful and lonely?"