Chapter 341 Does My Painting Look Good?

Lin Mo looked in the direction Zhang Meng pointed.

In front, there is a wooden shelf with a painting on it.

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

There is actually Huangli Academy of Fine Arts.

It's like looking at the microscopic world from God's perspective.

Lin Mo was in a trance in surprise.

When I close my eyes and look again, I see chaos again.

This time Lin Mo quickly entered the state of looking at the microscopic world again, and he saw at a glance that there was a hole in the Huangli Art Academy.

Waves of dark aura continued to seep out from that hole.

Not only that, there were also many weird hands stretching out from the hole, tearing at the drawing paper crazily, as if they wanted to continue to widen the gap.

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

And looking at that hole, it's not small.

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

She obviously hoped that Lin Mo could see it, because she no longer had the strength to repair the painting. If those strange hands in the darkness were allowed to continue tearing it apart, the collapse of the entire painting world would be completely inevitable.

And this time won't be long.

Maybe I can't even last half an hour.

"How to repair it?" Lin Mo asked, which showed that he saw the damage.

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

Zhang Meng could only give guidance.

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

"One minute?" Lin Mo was stunned.

"Yes, one minute, and this minute also includes the time you spend painting."

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

"Whatever, in short, the repaired place cannot be blank, otherwise the painting world will not be able to resonate, and the world will collapse instantly!" After Zhang Meng said this, Lin Mo was dumbfounded.

What kind of resonance, what kind of collapse, these people are under a lot of pressure.

"I can't do it, you better come and I'll help you up." Lin Mo went over to help someone, but Zhang Meng got angry: "I won't let you do it if I still have some way, I can't even move my fingers now. Hurry up, there is no time, although you will probably fail in this attempt, but even if there is a 10% chance, you should try it, you can't just wait to die, right?"

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

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

Lin Mo asked himself that he was well-informed, but he had never seen this spectacle of spitting out paintbrushes.

Because there was something in Zhang Meng's mouth, she could only whine at Lin Mo. Lin Mo understood and immediately ran over and stretched out his hand to pull out the paintbrush.

This brush feels special once I get it.

It's not that there's anything domineering about it, but it's because the barrel of the pen is covered in sticky saliva. Lin Mo had no choice but to rub on Zhang Meng's clothes first.

"Go quickly, 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 will happen if it fails?"

Zhang Meng laughed miserably and said: "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 get injured. If you are unlucky, you will die!"

"Understood!"

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

The damaged area was easy to find. Lin Mo didn't hesitate. He stuck the paper on the back and started to gently spray water with the small watering can next to it.

The liquid appears as mist, and part of the paper absorbs the water and becomes sticky.

The piece of paper used for repair was relatively thick, so Lin Mo let go of his hand without falling.

This is the first step, and it is considered a success.

Because all actions and processes must be completed within one minute, Lin Mo was inevitably a little in a hurry. When taking the paper to paste, he accidentally knocked over the container and scattered the paper on the floor.

"You're so stupid!" Zhang Meng said angrily.

Lin Mo counterattacked without looking back: "You still have the nerve to accuse me? I bought you fifty minutes, but you ended up lying here in a daze for fifty minutes. Which one of us is the loser?"

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

Although Lin Mo said it over, his movements were not slow at all. Although he was very unskilled, he did not make the same mistake again.

The front and back are glued with paper paste, especially the front, which needs to be smoothed slowly with a soft brush next to it.

It only took thirty seconds to finish all this.

With thirty seconds left, Lin remained silent and chose to draw something on this place, which was about half a palm away. He requested that there be only one thing that would resonate with the entire painting.

If this resonance cannot be generated, it will be like the wind blowing the egg shells, and everyone will be finished together.

If there is resonance, congratulations, the crisis is resolved, and everyone is happy.

However, it is very difficult for a painting novice like Lin Mo to conceive the repair content within thirty seconds. The possibility is extremely slim.

But now at this juncture, Lin Mo has no other choice. He is rushing to the shelves, and he has to make such a deal anyway.

In fact, Lin Mo had already seen the area around the gap.

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

Coordination of composition.

To put it simply, it cannot be abrupt.

This is very difficult, and within thirty seconds, not only do you have to think about it, but you also have to draw it. Not to mention Lin Mo, Zhang Meng might not be able to succeed even if he drew it himself.

Fortunately, Lin Mo never takes the usual path when encountering difficulties.

It only took him ten seconds to think about how to draw it.

I saw him drawing a circle at the location of the repaired gap.

Zhang Meng, who was on the ground, glanced, closed his eyes, and muttered: "Quickly, destroy it quickly, do whatever you want!"

It was obvious that Lin Mo was bound to fail.

Speaking of which, Zhang Meng admired Lin Mo very much.

After talking for half an hour, he persisted for fifty minutes and was still able to do it with ease. He was definitely a real man, a strong man, which impressed her.

But admiration was admiration. As soon as the other party started writing, she knew that everything was over.

Isn't it a joke that such a good painting has a circle drawn abruptly on it? It's impossible to resonate with it.

"That's it, that's it. This is my life." Zhang Meng sighed deeply at this moment: "When I was alive, nothing good happened to me. My family was ordinary, my parents were divorced, but I finally went to college and learned my favorite art. , but I was bullied by the school bully. Okay, I don’t want to play with you anymore, can I commit suicide? In the end, I was not allowed to live in peace even if I died, so I was reborn in this strange world. I thought everything would get better, but I became I became the master of my world, but I didn’t know that that bastard poked a hole in my painting. Hey, let’s die. It’s not like I’ve never died. Twenty years later, I’m still a good girl!”

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

At least, these twenty seconds would allow her to think about everything in the past.

Time passed by minute by minute.

It feels like twenty seconds have passed.

Zhang Meng was puzzled.

I couldn't help but count silently in my heart.

its not right.

Twenty seconds had already passed.

All these forty seconds are enough.

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

But they met Lin Mo eye to eye.

Zhang Meng screamed in fright

At this moment, Lin Mo was squatting in front of Zhang Meng, staring at her with a strange expression.

"What were you mumbling with your eyes closed just now? It's like a psycho!" Lin Mo asked.

Zhang Meng reacted.

"I'm not dead?"

"Isn't this obvious?" Lin Mo asked back, "Did you think you were dead just now?"

Zhang Meng nodded.

Secretly, you drew such an abrupt circle. Is there another possibility besides death?

"Okay, you can't die. By the way, come and see if my painting looks good."

Lin Mo asked, pointing to the painting over there.

Zhang Meng turned around and saw that he was completely demented.

The third update is here, the last two hours or so, come on!