Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

The students in the classroom were immediately depressed after hearing this.

But they did not refute Chen Xun's words, and began to pick up the broom in the classroom to clean up. Soon the classroom was cleaned up.

Of course, except for the places on the wall that were stained with paint.

Strange colors on the walls seemed to be a routine in the horror world.

Finally, they ran to the bathroom to wash their bodies and clothes, and then they returned to the classroom and looked at Chen Xun with innocence.

"Teacher, we have done it. Can you give us the drawing board?"

If he hadn't seen their terrifying appearance before, Chen Xun would really think that these students were so simple in nature.

Chen Xun did not break his promise and took out the drawing board and paint from the system mall.

These students clapped their hands happily.

Finally, they looked at Chen Xun:

"Teacher, can you show us your painting level?"

Chen Xun's heart condensed. Based on the situation just now, he felt that these students were not simple.

I'm afraid this painting is also one of the rules.

Otherwise, these students would not have mentioned it twice in a row.

Chen Xun smiled and said:

"Not yet."

"The teacher also wants to see how your paintings are done."

After Chen Xun finished speaking, these students immediately tilted their heads and looked at Chen Xun.

However, it seemed that because they got a new drawing board, or because they felt that Chen Xun was not bad to them, they did not continue to make things difficult at this moment.

"Okay, then the teacher will come to see how we paint."

"But let me make it clear first, if the teacher does not paint as well as us later, there will be a small punishment."

As he said, a student carefully opened his paint can and spread the white drawing paper on the drawing board.

Not long after, a painting was finished.

"Teacher, how do you think I painted?"

Chen Xun leaned over to take a look.

The little boy painted a yellow field, the sky was foggy, and there was a red sun.

In the field, ghosts with several heads were urging some people to work in the field.

However, there were white bones hanging in the field, which looked like "scarecrows" used to drive away birds.

In addition, there were many humans dripping with red blood.

The whole picture revealed an inexplicable weirdness.

However, apart from the content, this student did a good job.

It didn't look like something that a kindergartener could only draw a pink hair dryer.

At least, it reached the level of a junior high school student.

Well, at least it was much better than my own level.

It seems that this job is obviously not easy.

"Teacher, I'm done, it's your turn next."

"Teacher, you shouldn't be fooling us, a painter with no level, right?"

As they said this, the eyes of these students darkened again.

Many students also showed excitement:

"We are looking forward to the teacher's work."

Chen Xun knew that if his paintings were not as good as these students, they would turn against each other and become scary ghosts in an instant.

"Use the skill card."

Chen Xun said in his heart. This was the reward he got in the 404 Blood Train copy.

Able to improve any skill to the point of proficiency.

"Please choose the skill that needs to be improved."

At the same time, the game announcement sounded.

"Painting."

Chen Xun said.

"Okay, the player's painting skill has been successfully improved."

The game announcement sounded, and then Chen Xun suddenly felt an inexplicable feeling in his brain.

This feeling is not just knowledge, but makes him feel like an old painter who has been painting for many years.

Whether it is theoretical knowledge or the reaction of various parts of the body, it is the same as that of an old painter.

And, it is still a very powerful old painter.

Seeing that Chen Xun had not started painting, the student looked at Chen Xun gloomily and said:

"Why hasn't the teacher started painting yet?"

"Don't you know how to paint?"

Chen Xun came to his senses and smiled:

"Of course not, it's just that I saw some of your paintings just now, and I was disappointed."

"I thought your level would be very high."

Hearing Chen Xun's words, the students' faces suddenly froze, and their eyes became colder.

"So the teacher's paintings must be very good?"

"Give the teacher time to paint a picture. If you can't satisfy us, then the teacher will stay here."

Chen Xun didn't say much, took out a drawing board and set it in the middle of the classroom.

Then a piece of white paper was spread on it, and Chen Xun skillfully put the paint into the palette, and then began to mix the colors.

It hasn't started yetWhen Chen Xun started to paint, a painting had already emerged in his mind.

It was a dark starry sky, but the moon and the formation, after Chen Xun's artistic transformation, seemed to have become distorted.

The red moon was hanging high.

Under the red moon, there was a narrow valley.

On both sides of the valley, there were statues of ghost kings with hideous faces.

And at the feet of these statues, there were several ghosts who looked very thin walking in the narrow valley.

However, their eyes seemed to be particularly afraid of this place.

It was as if they had entered a place that scared them very much.

A strong sense of oppression came suddenly.

Finally, Chen Xun applied a thin layer of white paint on the valley as mist.

A hazy and mysterious feeling was immediately supported.

Soon after, the painting was completed.

The students behind Chen Xun were all stunned.

They stared at Chen Xun and saw the statues of the ghost kings, as if they were in the narrow valley.

And they are the ghosts on the ghost king statue.

Looking at this painting, a sense of fear suddenly enveloped their hearts.

"Is this the teacher's painting?"

"This... is really great."

"Teacher, can you give me this painting?"

The students in the classroom spoke one after another, and at this moment, the gloomy look in their eyes was no longer there.

On the contrary, they were respectful and awed.

Chen Xun took the painting off the drawing board and tore it into pieces.

The person who said he wanted to paint suddenly opened his eyes wide and picked up the pieces of the painting with his hands.

"Too bad, the painting is really too bad."

"It's just a low-quality painting."

Chen Xun muttered softly.

At this moment, in the eyes of those students, he was a madman who was crazy for art.

Such a perfect painting, in the eyes of the teacher, was just a low-quality painting.

So what does a painting that really satisfies the teacher look like?

The students' throats rolled up and down.

At this moment, Chen Xun has also been recognized by them.

This is not a teacher hired by the kindergarten to fill in the gaps.

He is a real painting madman.

And he is a rich painting madman!

"Okay, now I will teach you how to paint."

"Sit down obediently."

Chen Xun did not draw a new picture, but looked at the students in the classroom.

"Yes, teacher."

At this moment, the students in the small class set up their drawing boards one by one, sat obediently in their own seats, and then looked at Chen Xun expectantly.

I hope Chen Xun can teach them to draw more perfect paintings.