Doomsday Begins with a Nightmare

Chapter 339: am I good at drawing?

"The end begins with a nightmare (

Lin Mo looked in the direction Zhang Meng pointed.

In the front, there is a wooden shelf for pictures, and there is a picture on the shelf.

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

There is actually a Yellow Carp Academy of Fine Arts.

It's like seeing the microscopic world from the perspective of God.

Under the amazement, Lin Mo was in a trance.

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

This time, Lin Mo quickly entered the state of viewing the microscopic world just now, and he saw at a glance that there was a hole in the Yellow Carp Academy of Fine Arts.

A dark aura continued to infiltrate from the hole.

Not only that, but there are many weird hands sticking out from the hole, tearing at the drawing paper frantically, as if wanting to expand the gap.

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

And looking at the hole, the area is not small.

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

She obviously hopes that Lin Mo can see it, because now she has no strength to repair this painting. If those strange hands in the dark continue to tear it apart, the collapse of the entire painting world is an inevitable event.

And it won't be long.

Maybe not even half an hour.

"How to make it up?" Lin Mo asked, which showed that he saw the damaged area.

It's just that this painting is amazing, and he doesn't know how to repair it.

Zhang Meng could only speak for guidance.

"First use the paper over there, spray a little water, fill the gaps from the back of the painting, and then use the pulp I prepared to smooth it, but this must be done within a minute, otherwise, those hands will tear the painting paper again. open."

"One minute?" Lin Mo was stunned.

"Yes, one minute, and that minute also includes the time you draw."

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

"Whatever, in short, the repaired place can't be blank, otherwise the painting world will not be able to resonate, and the world will collapse in an instant!" Zhang Meng said, and Lin Mo was dumbfounded.

What resonance, what collapse, this is a lot of pressure on people.

"I can't do it, you should come, I will help you up." Lin Mo went to help someone, Zhang Meng was directly angry: "If there is any other way, I will not let you do it, I can't move my fingers now. Hurry up, there's no time, although you will probably fail if you do it, but even if you have a chance, you should try it, can't you just wait to die?"

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

"Wait a minute, I'll give you a pen." Zhang Meng opened his mouth at this time, and then Lin Mo saw something that shocked him. A paintbrush came out of the girl's mouth.

Lin Mo asked himself that he was well-informed, but he had never seen such a spectacle of spitting a brush.

Zhang Meng had something in his mouth now, so he could only woo woo at Lin Mo. Lin Mo understood and immediately ran over and stretched out his hand to pull the paintbrush out.

This brush feels unusual to start with.

It's not that there is any domineering air on it, but that there is sticky saliva on the pen. Lin Mo had no choice but to rub on Zhang Meng's clothes first.

"Come on, 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 if I fail?"

Zhang Meng smiled miserably: "If I fail, I will die. You, including all the monsters here, will be thrown into the Green Garden Community. If you are lucky, you will only be injured. If you are unlucky, you will die!"

"Understood!"

Lin Mo immediately stepped forward. He quickly went through the steps that Zhang Meng mentioned just now in his mind, then picked up the white paper and walked to the back of this copy of the original painting.

The damaged place was easy to find. Lin Mo didn't hesitate, put the paper on the back, and started to lightly spray water with the small watering can next to it.

The liquid took on a misty form, and part of the paper absorbed the water and started to stick.

The piece of paper used for repairing was relatively thick, and Lin Mo let go of his hand, but it didn't fall off.

This is the first step, it is a success.

Because all the actions and procedures had to be completed within one minute, Lin Mo couldn't help but be in a hurry. He accidentally knocked over the container when he took the paper paste, and the paper paste was scattered all over the floor.

"Stupid!" Zhang Meng said angrily.

Lin Mo counterattacked without turning his head: "How dare you talk about me? I fought for you for 50 minutes, but you ended up lying here in a daze for 50 minutes. Who the **** are we?"

The sharp words, coupled with the precise destruction, hit Zhang Meng's weakness, making her unable to say a word.

Although Lin Mo said that, his movements were not slow at all. Although he was very unskilled, he didn't make the same mistake again.

The front and back are glued with paper paste, especially the front, and you need to use a soft brush beside it to slowly smooth it.

It only took thirty seconds to do all this.

With thirty seconds left, Lin Mo chose to draw something in this half-slapped place, asking for only one, which resonated with the whole painting.

This resonance cannot be produced, that is, the wind blows the egg shell, and everyone is finished together.

If there is a resonance, congratulations, the crisis is lifted, everyone is happy.

But for a novice like Lin Mo, it would be difficult to conceive the content of repairing within 30 seconds, and the possibility of this is very small.

But at this juncture now, Lin Mo has no other choice. He is rushing the ducks to the shelves, and he has to pay such a sum.

In fact, Lin Mo has already seen around the gap.

It's very complicated, and the resonance that Zhang Meng said is actually coordination in Lin Mo's opinion.

Compositional coordination.

Simply put, don't be obtrusive.

This is very difficult, and 30 seconds of time, not only to think, but also to draw, not to mention Lin Mo, maybe Zhang Meng did it by himself, and it might not be successful.

Fortunately, when Lin Mo encountered difficulties, he never took the usual path.

It only took him ten seconds to figure out how to draw.

I saw that he drew a circle at the position of the patched gap.

Zhang Meng on the ground cast a glance, closed his eyes, and muttered, "Quick, destroy it quickly, love it!"

Obviously, it is determined that Lin Mo is bound to fail.

Speaking of which, Zhang Meng admires Lin Mo quite a bit.

After talking for half an hour, they persisted for fifty minutes, and they still managed to do it with ease. This is definitely a real man, a strong man, which made her impress her with admiration.

But admiration is admiration. She knew that everything was over when the other party started writing.

Such a good painting, with an abrupt circle on it, isn't it a joke, it's impossible to resonate.

"That's it~www.wuxiaspot.com~ That's it, this is my life." Zhang Meng sighed at the moment: "When I was alive, I didn't encounter anything good. My family was average, my parents were divorced, and I finally went to college and studied. I learned my favorite art, but was bullied by the school bully. Okay, this girl won't play with you, can I commit suicide? In the end, I didn't let me live in peace, and I was reborn in this strange world. I thought Everything will get better, I have become the master of my world, but I don't know that that **** poked a hole in my painting, hey, let's die, it's not that I haven't died, twenty years later, this girl is still a good girl!"

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

At least, these twenty seconds can make her think about everything in the past.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It feels like twenty seconds have passed.

Zhang Meng was puzzled.

I could not help but count silently in my heart.

its not right.

Twenty seconds have passed.

All forty seconds.

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

But it was eye to eye with Lin Mo.

Zhang Meng was frightened