Please draw your way of death

Chapter 87: 2 Degrees

That's even more inappropriate. Since you are satisfied with your own work, why destroy your own work?

Isn't that outrageous?

"Perhaps in his cognition, there is something that he cares more about than a perfect work." Ning Mian finally said, "But fortunately, Omeland is not Strickland, he burned The reason for the painting is only because I am not satisfied."

This is very easy to explain. It doesn't seem so difficult to understand if an unsatisfactory work is burned.

Looking at Ning Mianzhong's back in front of him, Meng Qishu suddenly slowed down, stopped, and said, "Perhaps, I can't understand it that way."

Ning Mian finally felt that Meng Qishu stopped, stopped his footsteps, turned to look at him, and then saw Meng Qishu frowning, with a bit of hesitation in his expression: "What if... Omeland burns down his house?" The original purpose is not the painting in the house, but the whole house?"

After all, no one has ever confirmed whether Omeland's house is really filled with paintings like Strickland's.

The only thing Omeland was dissatisfied with was his own paintings. Perhaps only he knew what his attitude towards those murals whose existence was a mystery.

"Then, it seems very necessary to find out why they burn their houses down before they die." Ning Mian finally concluded, "The title assigned by Omeland is 'The Moon and Sixpence', perhaps Find the similarities between him and that Strickland, and you can get unexpected gains."

"But have you ever thought that maybe not all the players know the book "The Moon and Sixpence"?" Meng Qishu pointed out, "The copy will not put important clues on an unfair condition. "

"So regardless of this book, players can also find a way to clear the dungeon." Ning Mian finally continued, "But 'The Moon and Sixpence' is definitely not a useless clue."

It seems that the words "the moon and sixpence" are too general. How to understand it specifically, maybe it should be included in the copy.

But they still know too little about the entire dungeon.

Why did Omeland burn down his house?Can the murals in that book have a corresponding thing in this dungeon?What kind of painting did Omeland want them to paint?

These are all still unsolvable mysteries.

With such questions on their minds, the two rushed to the house No. 520 again in a few hours later.

As expected, Omeland was waiting for them in the open space, but it was different from what he saw during the day. Behind him was an intact house No. 520.

The house was intact, without any trace of fire, and the surrounding vegetation was growing vigorously, covering the scorched land that was still black in the afternoon.

"I remember when I left just now, this place was not like this." Meng Qishu quietly approached Ning Mianzhong, and said in a low voice.

"To be honest, I remember it too." Ning Mian finally agreed.

So in just a few hours, Omeland rebuilt the place again?

Why do this?

Is it just so that they can finish their paintings in the studio of house 520?

But Omeland, who was sitting on the steps at the door of the house, didn't seem to know that the players had arrived. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wooden pillar beside him, seemingly falling asleep.

This made Meng Qishu's evaluation of the dungeon boss even lower.

This can no longer be used to describe him as incompetent, this is completely doing whatever he wants, completely ignoring the system!

Omeland was sleeping by the door. Although the players below didn't have the guts to disturb him, they still had the guts to go around the intact house twice under the trend of curiosity.

From the outside, you can't see anything, so some players try to climb over the outermost railing of the house, enter the steps connected to the outside of the house, and then sneak into the house.

But before they succeeded, they were scared back by the sound made by Omeland who was leaning against the door.

At that time, Omeland seemed to be waking up. He moved his body leaning against the wooden pillar, dragging his clothes against the steps and pillars, making a rattling sound.

He opened his eyes slightly, looking at the gray night through the small slit between the upper and lower eyelids, then closed them again, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already a little clear.

Omeland got up and stretched his muscles, and casually glanced at the players around the house, as if he was examining something.

And all the players restrained their actions as early as the first time he moved, and stood silently watching Omeland, waiting for his next arrangement.

After about two seconds, the foolish dungeon boss Omeland finally spoke. He yawned and said in a sleepy voice, "In the first round of missions, 13 were completed and 6 were eliminated. The second and last round of missions—"

"With the core idea of ​​'the moon and sixpence', complete a painting in the studio of house 520 within seven days."

Almost as soon as Omelande's voice fell, the cards of all the players present received a task at the same time.

[Task from the artist Omeland: With "The Moon and Sixpence" as the core idea, complete a painting in the studio of house 520 within seven days. 】

Meng Qishu and Ning Mian finally didn't need to read the mission prompts of the dungeon anymore, because the cards popped up automatically after their mission threatened Omeland in the afternoon.

What they are more curious about now is what is in the house behind Omelande.

And this is obviously something that all players are curious about.

Omeland seemed to be able to guess what the players were thinking. He stepped back a little to let out the house door that he had just blocked, and then smiled understandingly: "In order to ensure that the players can complete the task normally , House No. 520 is open all day, you can come to the studio to create at any time, and you can clear the copy after completing the creation.”

It sounds very simple, as long as you understand the meaning of the phrase "the moon and sixpence" and enter the studio to complete a painting, you can successfully leave the dungeon.

But Meng Qishu knew, how could the real situation be so easy?

I'm afraid it's either stuck on "The Moon and Sixpence," or there's something in that studio.

"Is there a limit to the number of times you can enter the studio to create?" A familiar voice sounded, Meng Qishu turned his head to look over, and found Mu Heng and Wen Shi standing not far away, and it was Mu Heng who spoke.

"Of course there is no limit. As long as you want, you can draw countless paintings in the studio until one is qualified." Omeland nodded, with a gentle smile on his lips.

That is to say, they can try and make mistakes in a limited time, so it seems that the difficulty of the dungeon has been reduced a lot.

but……

Meng Qishu's eyelids drooped a little, and the thought in the bottom of his eyes was suppressed.

What if every trial and error has a corresponding price?

It is impossible for the dungeon to allow the player to try and error indefinitely until the correct answer is found to pass the dungeon, but if a price is added, it seems to make sense.

All the conditions that seem to be preferential treatment for players on the bright side must have murderous intentions behind them!

During the time when Mu Heng asked the question, some players couldn't bear their curiosity and opened the door in advance to check the situation.

Meng Qishu was less curious about the room. He squatted down on the open space next to the house, squeezed out a little soil from the grass, rubbed it slowly twice, and turned his head to look at Ning Mianzhong not far away: "You say, How likely is Omeland to change the land on the entire mountain?"

Ning Mianzhong's eyes glanced at his fingertips, and he probably understood something: "You mean, this house was not rebuilt by Omeland later?"

"Basically, the soil that has just been burned for a month will not grow such dense grass." Meng Qishu rubbed the soil off his fingertips and stood up. "The surrounding environment does not look like it was artificially created in the later period."

It's like...it's supposed to be like this.

"The house, too, is strange, in that sense."

Meng Qishu looked over, and saw Ning Mian finally raised his hand, pointing to the location in front of the door: "Will Omi Lande be careful enough to find a house number to hang on the newly built house?"

It was a house number hanging by the door. It wasn't brand new, but it was almost exactly the same as the one they found this afternoon. They all looked tattered and tattered as if they had been eroded by the years.

Does it need to be so detailed to build a house for the player to complete the task?

Meng Qishu couldn't tell what it was like, he just felt that this house, including the surrounding environment of this house, exuded a strange atmosphere.

But he didn't know where this weird feeling came from.

"Do you want to take a look inside the house?" Ning Mianchu's voice sounded, interrupting Meng Qishu's thoughts. When he looked up, he saw the players who had entered the house in groups just now and just came out.

So he nodded and said, "Okay."

Meng Qishu originally thought that the house should be as messy and disorderly as Omi Lande's whole person, but what Meng Qishu didn't expect was that he couldn't judge the layout of the whole house at all!

The entire interior space of the house seemed to be covered and crucified. Meng Qishu, who stepped into the house, felt as if he was wrapped in a sack, and he couldn't even distinguish the basic direction.

Just as he was hesitating where to go next, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by the person in front of him. Before Meng Qishu could say anything, he saw a faint blue light flashing in Ning Mianzhong's other hand, Then a cluster of small blue flames ignited.

"Go this way." Ning Mian finally used the function card to support the cluster of small flames, and carefully explored the way through the small space illuminated by the flames.

Meng Qishu didn't speak, he was dragged away by Ning Mianzhong numbly, his eyes stayed on the cluster of flames in Ning Mianzhong's hand.

After walking about four or five steps, Ning Mian finally felt a resistance from his hand, and Meng Qishu behind him seemed to stop in his tracks.

Before Ning Mian could finally look back at the situation, he felt someone sticking up his arm, and the other hand was holding something thin and approaching his blue flame.

"Shh, don't move."

Meng Qishu's eyes flashed with curiosity, he pasted the card on the flame of Ning Mian's terminal, and then saw his own function card flicker, and a blue flame ignited from one corner.

"Okay, let's go on." Meng Qishu, who had succeeded in his plot, smiled slightly, holding the card and saying with satisfaction.

Ning Mianzhong: ...

card:? ? ?

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