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 into the state of looking at the microscopic world just now, and he saw at a glance that there was a hole in the Huangli Art Academy.
Waves of dark aura seeped out from that hole.
Not only that, there are also many weird hands stretching out from the hole, tearing at the drawing paper frantically, as if they want to continue to widen the gap.
Lin Mo knew that this painting was the origin of the world of this painting.
And look at that hole, it’s not that 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 this 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 very long.
Maybe I can't even last half an hour.
"How to repair it?" Lin Mo asked, indicating that he saw the damage.
It's just that this painting is very 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 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 puzzled.
"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, this puts people under a lot of pressure.
"I can't do it, so you should come and I'll help you up." Lin Mo went over to help him, 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 do it."
"Wait a minute, let me give you a 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 such a 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 wasn't that there was any domineering air on it, but because the pen barrel was covered with sticky saliva. Lin Mo had no choice but to rub it 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 not lucky, 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.
These liquids appear in the form of mist, and part of the paper absorbs the water and begins to become 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 can be considered a success.
Because all the actions and processes had to be completed within one minute, Lin Mo was inevitably a little in a hurry. When he was 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 and made 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.
There were still thirty seconds left, and Lin Mo chose to draw something on this place that was about half a palm away. He asked for only one thing to resonate with the whole painting.
If this resonance cannot be generated, then the wind will blow 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 come up with the repair content within thirty seconds, and the possibility is extremely slim.
But at this juncture, Lin Mo has no other choice. He has to rush 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 in 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 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 as fast as you like!"
It was obvious that Lin Mo was bound to fail.
Speaking of which, Zhang Meng admired Lin Mo very much.
It took half an hour, but 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 is admiration. As soon as the other party started writing, she knew that everything was over.
Isn't it a joke to have such a good painting with an abrupt circle drawn 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, and 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 passes minute by minute.
It feels like twenty seconds have passed.
Zhang Meng was puzzled.
I couldn't help but count silently in my heart.
That's not right.
Twenty seconds have 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 said, pointing to the painting over there and asked.
Zhang Meng turned around and saw that he had completely fallen into dementia.