I play the horror world as a development game!

A shrill scream echoed in the studio.

Blood stained the vivid and vivid sketches on the drawing board with a few red spots, as if the artistic component had increased a little.

The other players' hands holding the sketch pen were shaking violently.

Although it is a game, the immersive fear and death still constantly destroy their psychological defenses.

Leaving the seat is dead.

Drawing is also dead.

This is simply a dead end!

Even if the painting is good, it does not match the wishes of the invisible woman, it will be dead.

Swish!

A broken flesh and blood scattered on the ground, and the seat became bloody in an instant.

Qin Nuo looked at this scene and couldn't help but shout in his heart, "Good guy, another teacher Yan!"

I don’t want you to think it’s good or not, I want it to think it’s good or not!

A clear footprint appeared in the flowing blood, and Qin Nuo felt a clear chill approaching.

"Student, it's time for you to take your seat."

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

The gentle voice echoed in my ears, just like a mouth full of fragrant orchids. I don’t know that I really thought it was a gentle and playful teacher.

Qin Nuoxin said I had any choice, but she still chose to remain silent, her eyes fell on Painting Station No. 4, and walked over.

The painting seat No. 4 still has blood and bloody organs left, and the painting board was painted in a terrible way.

Qin Nuo changed into a seat, and the female teacher's voice came: "I'll change you a clean drawing board."

Qin Nuo smiled and said, "No need for teacher, I actually have a drawing board myself."

"I am an art student myself. Since I was a child, I like sketching, color painting, and even abstract painting. Drawing is my life, drawing board is my job, and sketching pen is chopsticks."

"My love for painting is better than anything else, so naturally I will never leave these things!"

The blood-eyed ghost had a weird expression: "What's the matter?"

While speaking, Qin Nuo took out a painting board like a magic trick, which was one size smaller than the original painting board, but there was no sense of incongruity on the easel.

Qin Nuo's remarks obviously attracted a little favor from the female teacher, and his tone became more gentle: "What a good child, even a child who loves painting will not be bad."

"People who truly love painting will give everything to complete their works. It is like their own children, better than anything else. This sentence is very true."

"Do you know why my husband became like this? I said I wanted to draw another him, but he was hungry for seven days and seven nights. In order to prevent eating, he also stuck his mouth with glue. After that, he would go back

Haven't eaten anything."

"Do you know why?"

"Because, he loves me."

A gentle voice sounded in my ears, and Qin Nuo glanced at the man on the podium.

He was naked and naked. If he had no ribs, he believed that his chest could be placed on his back. His whole face was yellow, his skull was prominent, his eyes were dim and colorless, hollow, and woody, as if he had completely died.

It's like a skeleton wearing human skin walking.

Although this is a saying that can be said to be so uncomfortable.

Should she say her husband is pitiful or crazy?

"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 it's not OK like the one just now, she's so badly drawn."

Qin Nuo: “…”

"Teacher, I will do my best."

The chill around me disappeared.

"Classmate in Painting Station No. 9, your time is up."

A gentle voice sounded, and then a player's irritation came from there: "What a broken game, I'm just waiting for death, I won't serve you anymore!"

"It's better to try it out. Maybe you can kill this woman and leave the studio safely!"

As he said that, he suddenly stood up and took out a pitch-black long gun, but before he could move the trigger, his head seemed to have been thrown away in advance, and rolled down from above with a snap.

His knees hit the ground, and the headless corpse was also lying softly on the ground.

"This ghost is so powerful?" Qin Nuo's head, which rolled under the seat, couldn't help but be surprised.

He really didn't feel that there was a ghostly agitated, so the player would be gone.

"Ghosts are not that strong, and there is also the bonus of the ghost realm." said the Blood-Eyed Ghost.

"Ghost Domain?"

"After the death ghosts develop a strong obsession with a certain area, they will form a ghost domain. Ghosts in their own ghost domain can want to do anything, in addition to the strength bonus, they also curse them."

Qin Nuo heard this and asked, "Then I will turn against you later. Can you win if you don't do it?"

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

Obviously, in other people's ghost realm, the blood-eyed ghost also speaks nonsense. Speaking like this corresponds to his unruly nature, which is already 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?" asked the blood-eyed ghost.

"If I know, I won't draw a blackboard newspaper. I'll be ridiculed by a few children." Qin Nuo said lightly.

"Then those words just now are really like they say!"

"Why do I seem to be that good at it without any slap? I'm so experienced. I will follow what she thinks and will definitely not offend her."

"Haha, you really have to control the worldly style." The blood-eyed ghost rolled his eyes.

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

The cursed drawing board, the thing that comes from the platinum treasure chest, can present the most brilliant and darkest sides of a human or a ghost in his life, like a slide.

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

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

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

The speed of painting is not fast, and it is not as fast as the printer as Shan Nian Meng, but it is precisely this speed that makes people even more imaginative.

Swish!

Swish!

In these few minutes, two more classmates were punished.

The torn sound echoed, and blood splattered in the curtains. When the body fell to the ground, a head rolled to Qin Nuo's feet.

Qin Nuo was unmoved. At this moment, it seemed that all his body and mind were put into the drawing board, his eyes were two lines, and he was always wandering between the drawing board and the thin man.

The last few players simply sat and waited to die.

Leaving the seat is also dead, and the painting is good or bad, so it is better to wait for death and spend the duration of the game.

In their opinion, this is simply a death trap and there is 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 jumped, the voice of the female ghost teacher suddenly sounded in the painting room.

At this moment, the sketch pen in Qin Nuo's hand also stopped.

"It's just finished painting!"

Qin Nuo put the sketch pen back into the gap between the border of the drawing board, and when he turned his eyes back to the drawing board, he looked at it overall and looked at it with obvious surprise.

"this……"