Please draw your way of death

Chapter 93 Do You Believe Me?

It's just that what this vitality is is unknown.

Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu opposite, took a deep breath, and managed to suppress the impatience in her heart.

Now is really not the time to be upset.

The distance between the two cliffs is tens of meters, and it is absolutely impossible to get there easily by manpower alone, and there is no card in the function card that can solve this problem. It can be said that we are really in a desperate situation now.

But the dungeon did not execute Meng Qishu directly, which means that there is definitely still life!

Ning Mian's eyes swept over the cliff, paying attention to what could help solve this problem as carefully as possible.

But it is a pity that the side of the cliff is unremarkable, and there is nothing of value.

"The end of sleep." Just as Ning Mian was finally searching for a solution in his mind, Meng Qishu, who was opposite, spoke suddenly.

He looked over and saw that Meng Qishu was still squatting, but his eyes were looking at the direction behind him: "Is there a fire on your side too?"

Ning Mian was stunned for a moment, and when she turned her head to look, she saw a wisp of smoke floating from the woods not far behind her, floating straight to the sky.

"It's not a fire, it's just that house 520 is on fire." Ning Mian finally explained, "It was burning before I came here, but the flames didn't spread when they touched the plants around the house, as if it was just to burn 520 House No. [-] burned down."

"..." Meng Qishu's expression was not good, but he had to be good. He pursed his lips, and his voice dropped a few degrees, "How long has it been burning?"

"It's been about ten minutes so far."

Meng Qishu fell silent and said nothing more.

After feeling for a few seconds, he said again: "If I'm not wrong, I don't have much time left."

Ning Mian didn't understand what this meant at first, but after thinking about it carefully, she had a little guess.

It was this guess that grabbed his originally calm heart again and hung it in the air.

House No. 520, which only appears at night, seems to have a bit of fantasy if it is placed in front of it.

But what if you add multiple spaces?

Triggering the opportunity of death can enter another dimension, so why can't the day and night dungeons be different two dimensions?

The most essential difference between day and night seems to be the existence of house 520.

The timeline on Ning Mian's end is that the dawn is approaching, when day and night alternate, and on the premise that there is no accurate time to distinguish day and night, the house 520 that suddenly lit up seems to represent the countdown to night.

"Are... are you really sure?" Ning Mian finally asked hesitantly.

If this is the case, then it seems that there is really not much time left, and when the countdown is over, no one knows what will happen.

"I'm not sure." Unexpectedly, Meng Qishu answered crisply, his expression was a little serious, and it was rare that he didn't mean to be joking, "I'm just... guessing."

I'm afraid, just in case this guess comes true.

How long the house can burn still depends on the fire, and the fire is controlled by Omeland, and no one knows how long the countdown set by him is.

"Do you have any thoughts about vitality?" Meng Qishu decided to put aside the countdown issue first. After all, the most important thing now is how to get out of the situation of death.

"Perhaps you can think about the task given by the dungeon." Ning Mian finally pondered, "The 'Moon and Sixpence'."

You can't find any valuable clues from the two cliffs alone. If you want to find life from the opportunity of death, you still need to read the information given by the dungeon.

It is very likely that Meng Qishu's death was triggered because he did not complete the painting's requirements, so the painting's requirements are a key point.

The moon and sixpence... the moon...

The problem seems to have come back to the original point.

What exactly is the "ideal" that Omeland wants?

And how do they use this "ideal" to solve the current problems?

Mysterious and mysterious, illusory.

Time was flowing bit by bit, and as the time ticked, there was also a fire burning behind Meng Qishu.

The scorching heat waves hit from behind. I don't know whether it is because of the burning heat or the oppressive feeling brought by the passage of time. A thin layer of sweat oozed from Meng Qishu's forehead, and his slightly wrinkled brow showed his current state of mind. anxious.

Ideal... Omeland...

Creating... littered works...and...

"What is Omeland's attitude towards his last completed work?"

Meng Qishu raised his head, and saw that Ning Mian, who was still anxious just now, suddenly calmed down, as if he had thought of something.

"Omelande has always been dissatisfied with his own works, so what about the last work he completed before his death?" Ning Mian finally lowered his eyes, but his brain was running fast.

He suddenly thought of Omeland's smiling face in front of the wooden house just now.

Meng Qishu looked at him quietly and said, "He doesn't seem to have said anything."

In the restaurant before, Omeland only said that he was dissatisfied with his paintings, but before entering this studio, no one knew that there were still his last works on the walls of this studio.

What is his attitude towards the last painting on the wall, I am afraid that only he knows.

"No, he said it." Unexpectedly, Ning Mian finally refuted Meng Qishu's statement. He raised his head and looked directly at him, "After you entered the studio, he said it."

[I've been painting for half my life, and only this last painting is the one that suits me best. 】

[But you burned it. 】

[Yes, I burned it. 】

Omeland smiled indifferently, and under the moonlight he was full of paranoid arrogance.

[But does it have anything to do with me completing a work that satisfies me? 】

Most people in the world have this kind of mentality, excellent works of art should be well preserved, passed on for generations, for future generations to look up to.

But Omelander never seemed to let such a view get his way.

His paintings have never been valued by the creators, it seems that their value only exists at the moment when the brush is released on the canvas.

As for how the later people evaluate it, this is not what Omelander wants to consider.

So he naturally doesn't need to keep his works for any reason, he just needs to follow his own heart and do what he wants.

In his eyes, the finished works are no different from waste paper, no matter whether those works are satisfied or dissatisfied in his eyes at the moment of completion.

"The 'moon' of 'The Moon and Sixpence' never depends on what you draw, but on what kind of mentality you draw..." Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu, his eyes kept steady, but he was still holding on. The hands on the ground were trembling invisible, "If I'm not mistaken, this is the vitality in the opportunity of death, you just walk over without thinking about it, and don't worry about anything else. "

"Revelation..." Ning Mian finally paused, with a hint of urgency in her eyes, but her voice softened, and said, "Do you believe me?"

"..." Meng Qishu didn't say anything, he looked back at Ning Mianzhong with a calm expression on his face.

The flames behind him were getting closer and closer, and the space for people to stand on the cliff was getting smaller and smaller. If he didn't take any action, the next person to be caught in the flames would probably be Meng Qishu himself.

Ning Mian finally waited for Meng Qishu's response, his heart beat in his chest, causing his whole body to tremble.

Walking over like this without the slightest safety guarantee, anyone would hesitate to put it on anyone.

But in the current situation, if you extend your head with a knife, you can shrink your head with a knife.

It seems that there is no other choice.

Under Ning Mianzhong's gaze, Meng Qishu on the opposite side finally moved.

He stood up, his eyes still fixed on Ning Mian Shengsheng, but his footsteps moved slightly, and he took two steps back towards the flame behind him.

Ning Mianzhong's face turned pale in an instant.

Meng Qishu...don't believe him.

But in the next second, Meng Qishu stopped and smiled at him from a distance.

He didn't say anything, just closed his eyes gently, turned around, and stepped back step by step with a smile on his lips.

From the depths of the flames to the edge of the cliff, his footsteps did not hesitate at all, until he stepped into the void, the faint light gathered under his feet, building a bridge for him to connect the two cliffs.

After retreating about dozens of steps, Meng Qishu's back bumped into a warm chest, and then two powerful arms held him down, tightly encircling him in a suffocating embrace.

He tilted his head, his slightly opened eyes were full of smiles, and touched Ning Mianzhong's chin lightly: "Do you trust you enough?"

Ning Mian finally didn't give him a chance to escape, she caught his kiss in time, clasped the back of his head with one hand, and deepened it step by step.

The hand he placed behind Meng Qishu's head was still trembling slightly, as if he had tried his best to restrain it, but he still couldn't bear it.

It was really hard for him to imagine what would be waiting for Meng Qishu if his guess was wrong.

Meng Qishu could feel that he was overflowing with panic, so he relaxed his body and did not resist, allowing him to demand and comfort him.

He turned around in Ning Mianzhong's arms so that he could better cooperate with Ning Mianzhong's movements, and responded as best he could.

When the two separated, the scene on the edge of the cliff had already begun to change.

I saw that mirror-like dividing line suddenly split several tiny gaps in mid-air, and with a slight sound of "click", the cracked barrier turned into countless fine powders and disappeared into the air.

When I looked at the past again, there was no trace of another cliff in the sky, only the sea in the distance and the nearby mountains remained.

Walk two steps towards the direction of house No. 520, the flames over there have indeed been burned out, and the ground is covered with burnt remains.

It seems that their previous guesses about these two places were indeed correct. The end of the countdown is the moment when the chance of death really falls.