Since Qin Ke died during the painting process, and she almost died during the painting process, it proves that Guan Yangyang can only attack them through the medium of their painting.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Miao realized something was wrong when she saw Su Yeye suddenly stood up and pushed down the easel and started making trouble again as soon as she sat down.

He glanced at the painting of Su Yeye lying on the ground, his pupils shrank, and he asked Su Yeye: "What's going on?"

He was the one who helped up Su Yeye's easel, which was just a piece of white paper.

It only lasted two minutes from the time I helped him up until he pushed Su Yeye down.

In two minutes, it is impossible to complete a painting of characters, as well as the colors of many backgrounds and details.

Moreover, the person in the painting is taboo for the five of them.

"If you don't want to die, stop painting." Su Yeye reminded coldly.

Lin Miao, who had been disturbed by various emergencies of his teammates and had not yet started painting, immediately threw away the brush.

I noticed that Zhao Tielin was still waving the brush next to him. The painting on the paper was accelerating like a video, and he was completing the same person as Qin Ke's painting on the paper.

When Lin Miao saw that this situation was wrong, he quickly stopped him: "Zhao Tielin, please stop."

However, he grabbed Zhao Tielin's right hand and couldn't break it at all.

Looking down, he realized that something was wrong with Zhao Tielin at the moment.

He closed his eyes and shed tears, but the paintbrush in his hand could be accurately placed.

Lin Miao raised his hand and pushed Zhao Tielin, and the 180-meter tall man finally reacted.

But he still closed his eyes and choked: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"I made a mistake at the moment, I'm sorry, I... we didn't want to kill you..."

"If you don't resist, we don't want to kill you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

As soon as he heard this, Lin Miao realized something was wrong and raised his hand to cover Zhao Tielin's mouth. He gritted his teeth and said, "Please wake up."

Several players were having troubles one after another. Wan An and Xie Juan, who had been holding pens and failing to land even a single point on the drawing paper, looked at them.

Zhao Tielin pushed Lin Miao away, took the utility knife from the painting materials and waved it forward, shouting hysterically: "I've already apologized! What else do you want!"

Zhao Tielin's free left hand suddenly pinched his own neck and tightened it hard. His face turned red, with tears streaming down his face, and his words were violent: "I apologized! I apologized! I asked you to pinch me!"

He raised the utility knife in his hand and stabbed his left hand, which was pinching his neck, with his backhand.

The force was so fierce that it pierced the palm of my hand.

With blood vomiting from his mouth, Zhao Tielin couldn't even speak clearly: "I obviously... apologized."

The utility knife that pierced the palm of his hand also penetrated directly into his neck.

Maintaining the movements of squeezing the neck with his left hand and holding the knife in his right hand, the tall figure fell heavily backwards, eyes tightly closed, tears still dry, and no life left.

Huang Mao, who had been holding the paintbrush suspiciously, backed away in fright and sneaked behind Jia Yinan: "I won't take the exam anymore. I don't want the score. Anyway, I am a member of the black team and have been fixed in the camp."

Both times, the players died. As a small group of five, plus the person in the painting and Su Yeye's reminder, there was something Huang Mao didn't understand.

He doesn't know about other players.

But if the five of them continue to draw, they will definitely die.

Lin Miao and Su Yeye looked at each other. There were only three of them left in a short time.

The two of them looked at Huang Mao who was hiding behind Jia Yinan. Lin Miao raised his glasses: "Huang Mao, come here."

"Zhao Tieqiang and Qin Ke are both dead. You two refused to save me when I was in danger last night. Now this situation is obviously aimed at us, and I won't go through." Huang Mao shook his head.

As teammates, Huang Mao knew that Su Yeye and Lin Miao were difficult to deal with. Now that Qin Ke and Zhao Tielin are dead, her next target must be him.

Suddenly, Huang Mao's face turned bad, and he grabbed Jia Yinan's hand: "We are both from the black team. Now we are on the same team, and we can cooperate with each other."

Huang Mao didn't say anything stupid like we are teammates and you have to protect me.

"Of course, we are teammates." Jia Yinan smiled deeply.

Huang Mao's lack of cooperation made both Su Yeye and Lin Miao look gloomy.

Lin Miao dragged Qin Ke's body to Zhao Tielin and sat on Qin Ke's stool. Su Yeye also returned to her seat.

The two of them sat together in silence, without speaking.

Yan Mingjun, who originally had a corpse nearby and whose hands were trembling and dared not move, dared to speak out after the corpse was dragged away and replaced by a living person: "Painting will kill you, so should we continue painting?"
Chapter completed!