And in a very strange building with interior decoration, a handsome young man was painting carelessly.
In places where the living cannot notice, there are countless dark monsters hidden in the dark, as if they are the respectful servants of the young man in front of him.
Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, and although his face remained calm, the charcoal pen in his hand was directly broken by pinching it.
This is not because of any other emotion, but because of the excitement that cannot be hidden.
"Did you come back? Sure enough, you came back specially to see me." The young man said, "After all, only I can make you the most perfect painting."
He seemed very dissatisfied, and shredded the drawing paper in front of him.
"But why, you didn't appear in front of my eyes. Who is it? You actually hid my most important person."
The eyes of the young man have cooled down, and the expression with a gentle smile just now seemed to have changed in an instant.
"It's okay, I'll find you soon. This time, no one will bother you again."
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copy in the studio.
When Gu Wuji painted with this charcoal pen, he even had a feeling that he was born to paint, and what he wanted to pursue in his life was to paint the most perfect paintings.
Even at this time, he didn't remember Rong Qingman's admonition, and wanted to paint the painting in front of him to the highest level he could achieve at this time.
A kind of fanaticism suddenly appeared in Gu Wuji's heart, and his hands trembled faintly, as if he was painting the most important thing in this life.
In the crowd, only the middle-aged man and Rong Qingman were still in a calm state. When they saw Gu Wuji's situation, their expressions were different.
"It is estimated that Sun Shi really has no strength." The middle-aged man couldn't help but think, "I was actually bewitched by ghosts at this stage."
Obviously, this copy invites a group of people who have no interest in painting to enter the studio, how could there be no traps in this regard.
As long as the player uses a ghost-possessed brush to complete the task, his consciousness will be affected to some extent. Unless it is someone who has already taken advantage of the weakness of ghosts for protection, only superhuman willpower and a huge attachment to his original dream can break free from this state.
Once completely affected by the brush, it will definitely lead to no return in this copy.
Rong Qingman looked at Gu Wuji with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, "I thought you would be different from other players, but now it looks like that, but you are a mediocre person..."
Gu Wuji drew as if he could hear a bewitching voice ringing in his ears.
"Paint it on, as long as it continues like this, your dream will come true. Come on, paint the greatest work."
Invisibly, a hand seemed to cover Gu Wuji's hand, guiding him to continue.
The two ghosts hiding in Gu Wuji were stunned for a while. They felt the power on the charcoal pen, and the male ghost's eyes immediately turned cold.
Seeing that Gu Wuji was about to be further bewitched, his movements suddenly stopped, and he felt an extremely strong sense of disobedience.
"wrong!!"
The remnant soul that affected Gu Wuji's body froze at this moment.
"That's not my dream."
Gu Wuji suddenly remembered that he was just an actor, why did he work so hard to paint here. He should have used his identity as an actor to become famous!
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to be silent. The shadow that seemed to be about to be attached to Gu Wuji's body immediately dissipated in the air.
"It's so dangerous." Gu Wuji almost broke down with cold sweat on his face, took a deep breath and said, "I almost forgot my dream of becoming a famous actor. This charcoal pen really can't be used casually."
As a person who has to do what he decides, Gu Wuji has been working hard for it after he decided on his career ideal, even if he is bound by such an infinite horror game, he does not abandon this ideal.
The average player must seize the time to enjoy a peaceful life after leaving the dungeon, but Gu Wuji is reading the script and honing his acting skills...
Under such circumstances, Gu Wuji managed to get out of the charm of the charcoal pen.
Two ghosts: "..." Is this the point!
Rong Qingman and the middle-aged man had different expressions when they saw that Gu Wuji had returned to normal, but in any case, they had a new estimate of Gu Wuji's willpower.
In the end, Gu Wuji finished the painting in a hurry, and controlled it to a level where the task could be completed, and was not immersed in the state of writing like a god.
The other players were different. By the time they finished painting, they were already in a cold sweat, each one seemed to have consumed a lot of energy, and there was an amazing look in their eyes.
Of course, after taking a break, they suddenly realized what they had done, their faces were ugly, and some people exclaimed at their paintings, "This, what is this?"
Everyone was immersed in a strange state before, and now they are starting to look at their paintings.
The portraits that appeared in front of them were terrifyingly terrifying, all of them depicting people who died brutally, each one of them dying in an extremely tragic manner. But what is even more bizarre is that the deceased above all have their eyes open, and they seem to be staring at the person outside the portrait, which makes people feel cold all over.
This picture may cause a psychological shadow to some people with weak psychological capacity.
"I was actually painting something like this just now?" a man muttered, unable to believe that it was his own hands.
"Wait, the death of the people above is exactly the same as the painters I saw in the news before."
Everyone fell into silence, cold sweat dripped from their foreheads, and they felt a huge pressure. After all, they all used the power of these ghosts, and then they drew such terrible things in a state of excitement.
In these paintings, even the portraits of Rong Qingman and the middle-aged man are no exception. The only difference is that the eyes of the deceased in their portraits are closed, and they have a serene color.
"I just feel like what's on the portrait is real."
"What the hell is going on with this copy, is it really okay to go on like this? There are even tasks to be done tomorrow."
"Maybe we should hurry up and figure out how to get to the third floor."
Everyone was talking about it, and they wanted to find a way out immediately. If they continued to be involved with the ghost, they themselves felt that they would not be able to survive tomorrow.
Gu Wuji took another look at his painting, which was completely different from the others... A building appeared on it, and it seemed to be night time. Not clear.
This building is very similar in style to the villa they are currently staying in, but the details are very different, and the mere look gives people a sense of unease.
"It's Jin Yu's home, as expected of a pen taken from Jin Yu's paintings... What is it trying to tell me? Could it be that Jin Yu's home and this house really belong to the same community?" Gu Wuji looked at the flat in front of him. Wuqi's charcoal pen can't help but look a little dignified.
[Detected more detailed information on the props in front of you. ]
[Charcoal: This is an ordinary looking charcoal, but when it's in the hands of a lunatic, it's totally different.
How to use: Use it directly anywhere you can paint. The painted painting may contain more profound information of the current copy, but it will not be too detailed. Everything needs to be figured out by the parties themselves.
If used in the real world, it can greatly improve the user's drawing skills.
The side effect is that it is very likely to be bewitched by the remnant soul in the charcoal pen, falling into a frenzy for painting and unable to escape, and then the user will be slowly replaced by the remnant soul. ]
Gu Wuji was a little surprised. I didn't expect this charcoal pen to be quite simple, and it seemed to work very well. I could almost predict the clues of the dungeon out of thin air... Although the steps to launch this are too long, many dungeons do not have this. time, and the danger of being taken over by ghosts.
After the others finished painting, they all felt horrified, and their bodies chilled for no reason when they stayed in the basement, as if they were being watched by countless eyes.
They no longer dared to stay here, let alone look at the things they painted, and they all went out from the stairs beside them.
When Rong Qingman was about to leave, he was suddenly stopped by Gu Wuji.
"I have something to discuss with you."
Rong Qingman turned his head, glanced at Gu Wuji, seemed to be weighing the pros and cons, and finally turned around.
"Just let me hear what you have to say. If it's not worth it, I won't let you go casually."
Gu Wuji hurriedly said: "I'm definitely not talking nonsense."
"If that's the case, throw away all the brushes on your body first." Rong Qingman said, "I don't have the habit of letting ghosts hear my conversations."
Since Rong Qingman had requested this, Gu Wuji had no choice but to put the two painting tools he was carrying in the distance. In this instance the ghosts can't stay away from the painting tools they possess for too long.
Rong Qingman took this opportunity to scan Gu Wuji's paintings, his face changed slightly, but he didn't say anything, just said: "You can forcibly resist the spiritual bewitching of the ghost attached to that pen, what a surprise. I'm amazed. Compared to all the rubbish, you're already someone I can appreciate."
Gu Wuji thought he was complimenting himself, and immediately said after thanking him, "How do you think this dungeon should be cleared?"
Rong Qingman's expression changed. He never expected Gu Wuji to discuss such a hot topic with him directly. Does he really want to say that we are familiar with each other? Usually, he ends the conversation by humiliating others in such a tone.
But in fact, he really wanted to chat with Gu Wuji, and he couldn't let go of his body, so he stood there stiffly.
Gu Wuji said directly: "After all, you have also seen that the price of the paintings required by the system will increase every day... But do you feel that the things we are painting now seem to be something that humans can appreciate? That painting Value is not so much the value of the outside world as the value of something in the world that has nothing to do with the living."
"Indeed." Rong Qingman continued to talk when he had a topic: "Even these paintings can threaten everyone's life, and the resentment on them is no ordinary level... I doubt them. It will come in handy later on.”
"What's more, if we continue to draw according to the requirements of the main quest, we will only sink deeper and deeper into the curse of this studio." Gu Wuji said, "I don't think the situation can continue like this, and now I have an idea. ."
"What do you want to say?" Rong Qingman raised his eyebrows and looked at Gu Wuji, "This is the main mission, we all have to complete it, if we fail..."
He suddenly realized something and looked at Gu Wuji in amazement.
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Soon it will be evening.
Because of the lack of two players, everyone reassigned the room. In fact, it was just the couple who lived apart, and the others remained the same.
Unexpectedly, the relationship between them has become so bad that they have to live apart in such a terrible dungeon. Gu Wuji just thought about it and knew that it was estimated that some of the men and women sold each other at that time, which caused the attitude between them to be so fierce.
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Everyone worriedly ate the food that suddenly appeared in the hall. They were not surprised that the food suddenly appeared.
On the other hand, Rong Qingman also condescended to eat beside Gu Wuji, and he seemed absent-minded. When eating, he often turned his head to look at Gu Wuji's face subconsciously.
Everyone else couldn't help but be stunned, what's going on, this Rong Qingman didn't look like he was aloof before, why is it like this now... Could it be that he has also become gay? Just like the mountain god of that copy.
Is this a curse on Gu Wuji? !
Some straight men immediately decided to stay away from Gu Wuji.
Gu Wuji noticed that these people looked at the food at the table when they sat down, so they chose to sit down, and their eating movements were already subtle from the first day. difference…
In this situation, it's almost like the replacement is halfway through, but these people don't seem to notice this.
"Speaking of which, has anyone seen the painting at the door?" Gu Wuji asked.
"We went to see it, and the painting is exactly the same as before, without any changes." One person said worriedly, "I don't know what will happen to make it change."
"Speaking of which, the fog on the third floor seems to have dissipated a little. Maybe it will be up soon."
Gu Wuji nodded thoughtfully, and after eating, he walked around the room again.
It can be said that except for the third floor, other places in this villa have been raided, and there is no change now.
As for the ghosts that were originally staying in these places, they may have already possessed these players...
"Then do you know where the last ghost left in this room is?" Gu Wuji felt that according to the number of people estimated at the beginning, no matter what he thought, there was still a ghost in the room.
The two ghosts shook their heads. Their memories were obviously manipulated by humans, and some key things could not be remembered. Most of the time, they could only act on instinct.
Gu Wuji had no choice, he had already walked to the door and turned to look at the huge painting hanging on the wall.
Obviously this portrait is the same as before, but Gu Wuji always felt that something was wrong.
Gu Wuji was about to walk over and take a closer look, when he saw a black mist spread out on the portrait. The black mist had a very strange feeling... as if he wanted to pull him into the portrait.
The two ghosts attached to him immediately began to persuade, "The situation is not right now, you should leave here quickly!"
"If you get pulled in, things will definitely be troublesome."
But Gu Wuji, who has entered the world of portraits several times, was not afraid when faced with such a situation, but realized that he might be able to take the opportunity to discover something.
It's just that before the black mist came into contact with Gu Wuji, he suddenly felt a strong feeling of being stared at, as if someone was looking at the room from a strange God's perspective.
The portrait in front of Gu Wuji changed from the eager look to being extremely honest in an instant. Now it is extremely ordinary no matter how you look at it, not to mention the dark fog, as if he is afraid of something.
Even the two ghosts on Gu Wuji's body seemed to disappear in an instant, and there was no movement at all.
Even after the gaze disappeared, no matter what Gu Wuji did to the portrait, the latter was indifferent, as if everything that was about to move before was fake.
Gu Wuji: "??" How can you be so cowardly? Is this the psychological quality that a horrific portrait of a copy should have? Simply disappointing!
He had no choice but to give up, turned around to wash and then went back to the room to rest.
The sight gave Gu Wuji the feeling that it was actually very familiar, just like the place where he scratched the portrait before... It made him think of Jin Yu again soon.
"This world should be related to Jin Yu, but why is this portrait fearing Jin Yu? The other ghosts are also... It seems that Jin Yu's strength is far superior to them." Gu Wuji frowned, "Look It’s still time to speed up, and if you drag it down, bad things will definitely happen.”
If Jin Yu really came to the door, Gu Wuji felt that the difficulty of this dungeon could be directly raised by one level.
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After returning to the room, as before, Gu Wuji fell asleep as soon as he lay on the bed.
Rong Qingman below thought about what Gu Wuji had said to him before, and it was hard to fall asleep. Just as he was about to say a few words, he found that Gu Wuji had already fallen asleep. .
Rong Qingman: "..."
Forget it, he's used to this kind of thing too. If Gu Wuji couldn't fall asleep, it would be more strange.
But maybe it was because Gu Wuji's face felt so good to the touch, Rong Qingman couldn't help but squeeze a few more times.
What's going on, this person looks so thin, but it's actually quite comfortable to hold.
After Rong Qingman let go, Gu Wuji's face turned slightly red.
He snorted, and then returned to the bed. He wanted to lie down directly.
But when Rong Qingman was still sitting on the bed, he suddenly felt the gaze of that oppressive gaze once again.
Rong Qingman's eyes suddenly became solemn, "It's so early today, yet..."
In the next moment, the window that had been closed was opened at an unknown time, and the curtain was suddenly blown open by the cold wind.
When Rong Qingman's eyes were on the window, his body froze.
"That is-"
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In the dream, Gu Wuji felt that he had come to a very familiar place.
It seems to be in a certain villa. He slowly walks in the corridor. The moonlight pours down from the outside world, and he can see that the outside world is a gloomy forest.
This is apparently an abandoned villa.
"here is… "
He clearly felt very familiar, but he couldn't remember it anyway. Under normal circumstances, he should be able to recognize it immediately, but in a dream everything becomes so difficult.
When Gu Wuji was about to go down the stairs, a figure suddenly passed him by.
Gu Wuji suddenly turned his head and saw the appearance of the figure.
It was a terrifying female ghost in a maid's costume. The most conspicuous thing was that the place where the other party's eyes were empty was empty.
Even in the dream, Gu Wuji suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and his consciousness instantly became extremely clear.
He suddenly understood where this place was.
This is the first dungeon he has experienced, and the Specter Boss of this dungeon is the Specter who can't watch with his eyes. The other party has even reached the level of ghost king level... and he seems to be gay.
Of course, the last point is what scares Gu Wuji the most. It's okay to die, and it's the most terrifying thing to do with someone you don't like.
If it wasn't for the limitations of the dungeon and the help of the maid ghost, Gu Wuji knew that it was absolutely impossible for him to leave that dungeon so easily!
He is staying in the copy now, and what he will have is definitely not an ordinary dream. The ghost of the maid would appear, just to remind him of it.
"I just used the ghost control technique for a while. The matter has developed to this level. The ghost boss of this dungeon is too sharp."
Gu Wuji couldn't help but sighed, but there was no point in regretting it. In order to clear the dungeon, such an adventure was worth it.
"But since I can clear that dungeon once, I can leave a second time!"
Gu Wuji immediately closed his eyes, groping for the location of the door in his memory and walked quickly.
Even if this is a dream, he must not stare at that Specter! Otherwise, something irresistible will happen.
Just after he closed his eyes, a large number of ghosts appeared in the originally empty hall, and the whole villa became weird.
But none of the ghosts dared to do anything to Gu Wuji, they all knew that this was the person the adult was waiting for, not something they could touch.
Even though Gu Wuji couldn't see it at this time, his intuition kept telling him the danger of this place, so he could only take out his pocket watch and bite the bullet and continue to move forward.
Just when he reached the last step, the surroundings were extremely quiet, as if all the ghosts were holding their breaths and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of offending someone.
Even Gu Wuji can feel that his mind is constantly warning, and the danger level of the ghost in front of him has even reached the level that makes his mind faint.
The next moment, along with the sound of footsteps, a low voice sounded in the villa.
"long time no see."
The cold sweat on Gu Wuji's face came down.
He never wanted to see the ghost of this copy! !
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