The pierg screams echoed iudio.

  Blood spttered onto the vivid and lifelike sketches on the drawing board, adding an ued artistic touch.

  The hands of the other pyers holding their sketg pencils were trembling violently.

  Even though it was just a game, the immersive fear and the looming sense of death tio erode their mental defenses.

  Leaving the seat meah.

  Drawing also meah.

  This was a dead end!

  No matter how well you drew, if it didn't match the unseen woman's iions, it was still death.

  Rip!

  A burst of shattered flesh scattered on the ground, and in an instant, that seat was drenched in blood.

  Qin Nuo watched this se, uo help but excim internally, "Goodness, another Mr. Yan!"

  Whether the drawing is good or not, it's not about what you think, it's about what I think!

  A clear footprint appeared in the flowing blood, and Qin Nuo felt a chilling presence approag.

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

  "Today is Children's Day, it's your holiday, and the teacher has brought dies for you, but only if you draw well!"

  A gentle voice echoed by his ear, as if it beloo a kind and slightly mischievous teacher.

  Qin Nuo thought to himself, do I have a choice? But he remained silent, his gaze falling o number 4, and he walked over.

  Seat number 4 still had traces of blood and bloody ans, and the drawing board was a mess.

  Qin Nuo switched to a different chair, and the female teacher's voice came through: "I'll get you a drawing board."

  Qin Nuo smiled and said, "No eacher, I actually brought my own drawing board."

  "I'm an art student myself, I've loved sketg, painting, and even abstract art since I was a child. Drawing is my life, the drawing board is my livelihood, and the sketg pencil is my chopstick."

  "My love for drawing surpasses everything, so naturally, I never part with these things!"

  The Blood-Eyed Ghost had a strange expression: "What are you talking about?"

  As he spoke, Qin Nuo magically produced a drawing board, slightly smaller than the inal, but it didn't look out of p the easel.

  Qin Nuo's words clearly won some favor from the female teacher, her tone being eveler: "What a good child, children who love to draw are never bad."

  "Those who truly love drawing will give everything to plete their work, it's like their own child, more important than anything, this saying is very true."

  "Do you know why my husband ended up like this? I said I wao draw a different version of him, so he starved himself for seven days and nights. To prevent himself from eating, he glued his mouth shut, and after that, he e again."

  "Do you know why?"

  "Because he loves me."

  The soft voice whispered by his ear, and Qin Nuo g the man on the podium.

  He was pletely naked, and if not for his ribs, Qin Nuo believed his chest would stick to his back. His entire face was sallow, his skull protruding, eyes dull and lifeless, as if pletely decayed.

  It was like a skeleton ed in human skin walking around.

  Though it was a statement of affe, it sounded so uling.

  Should he feel sorry for her husband, or call it madness?

  "Such a perfect piece of art, the teacher hopes you present it more perfectly, captured on the drawing board."

  "Of course, the teacher allows for a little fw, after all, you're still a student."

  "But like the previous one, drawing so poorly, that's uable."

  Qin Nuo: "..."

  "Teacher, I'll do my best."

  The chilling presence beside him disappeared.

  "Student at seat number 9, your time is up."

  A gentle voice rang out, followed by the sound of an agitated pyer: "What a crappy game, it's just waiting for death, I'm doh this!"

  "Might as well take a ce, maybe if I kill this woman, I safely leave this studio!"

  With that, he suddenly stood up, pulling out a long bck gun, but before he could pull the trigger, his head seemed to be severed in advance, rolling down with a thud.

  His knees hit the ground, and the headless body colpsed limply.

  "Is this ghost really that powerful?" Qin Nuo, looking at the head rolling uhe seat, couldn't help but be shocked.

  He truly hadn't felt any Ghost Aura stirring, ahe pyer was gone.

  "Ghosts aren't that strong, there's also the enha from the Ghost Domain," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

  "Ghost Domain?"

  "When a ghost dies, if they have a strong attat to a certain area, it forms a Ghost Domain. In their own Ghost Domain, a ghost do anything, with power boosts and curses."

  Qin Nuo listened and asked, "If things turn ugly ter, you win?"

  "Winning is hard to say, but I ensure you leave safely."

  Clearly, even in someone else's Ghost Domain, the Blood-Eyed Ghost didn't dare to boast, and speaking like this was already modest for his rebellious nature.

  "The's begin." Qin Nuo picked up the sketg pencil from the frame of the drawing board.

  " you really draw?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.

  "If I could, I wouldn't have been mocked by a few kids for drawing a bckboard neer," Qin Nuo replied calmly.

  "Then those words you said earlier sounded so real!"

  "If I didn't put in some effort, how would I seem like I really knew what I was doing? Fooling ghosts, I've got plenty of experience, just say what they want to hear, and you won't offend them."

  "Heh, you've really got a handle on social skills," the Blood-Eyed Ghost rolled his eyes.

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

  The cursed drawing board, something from a ptinum treasure chest, it could present the most glorious and darkest sides of a pershost's life, like a slideshow.

  Sihe Female Ghost teacher wanted him to present her husband's inner world on the drawing board, he would oblige her.

  Qin Nuo picked up the sketg pencil, his gaze falling on the man in the er of the podium, like a mummified statue.

  Then, the sketg pencil in his hand began to move with indepe sciousness, following his gaze.

  The drawing speed wasn't fast, not like the terrifying speed of Good Dream, like a printer, but this speed made it even more intriguing.

  Rip!

  Rip!

  In these few miwo more students faced punishment.

  The sound of tearing echoed, blood spttering the curtains, and as the bodies fell to the ground, a head rolled to Qin Nuo's feet.

  Qin Nuo remained unmoved, as if his entire being was absorbed in the drawing board, his gaze fixed between the board and the emaciated man.

  The remaining pyers simply sat and waited for death.

  Leaving the seat meah, drawing well or poorly meah, so they might as well wait for death, extending their game time.

  To them, this was a death trap with no ce of survival.

  Seeing Qin Nuo's demeanor, they just shook their heads in silence.

  "Student at seat number 4, your time is up."

  As time ticked by, the voice of the Female Ghost teacher suddenly echoed iudio.

  At this moment, Qin Nuo's sketg pencil also stopped.

  "Just fihe drawing!"

  Qin Nuo pced the sketg pencil ba the gap of the drawing board frame, and when he looked back at the board, his expression showed clear astonishment.

  "This..."

  JOSOLUNA