At first, Qin Nuo was pletely absorbed in his drawing and didn't notiything unusual.

  When he finished and looked at the sketch as a whole, it gave off a very strange feeling.

  Ugly?

  Not really, it just had a touch of abstra.

  A man, thin as a stick, sat in the er, his eyes lifeless, appearing weak, reclusive, and hopeless, as if his life was trolled by someone else.

  The difference was that the shadow cast at his feet, stretched long by the light, had eyes that were blood-red, and a mouth stretched into a maniacal grin.

  The smile's emotions were plex, filled with enjoyment and satisfa...

  It was pletely two different styles of painting.

  The reclusive weakness above trasted sharply with the maniacal ughter below.

  "Is the shadow the true representation of this man?" Qin Nuo raised an eyebrow.

  At that moment, a chill swept over him, and Qin Nuo k was the female teacher. He proactively pulled back his chair, making room for her to better appreciate the drawing.

  His heart involuntarily tightened.

  This was a sketch that pletely twisted the real style.

  If it was wrong, it would be a grave mistake, fag immense wrath.

  On the pristine white drawing board, there were a few noticeable touch marks, but they were very light, as if toug a piece of newly uhed jade, appearing cautious.

  Then came the female teacher's voiot rushing to evaluate, but asking, "Tell me, why did you draw it this way?"

  Qin Nuo thought to himself, how would I know, ask the drawing board, but he tried to brush it off, "A thousand people have a thousand Hamlets, I just prese in my sketch style, but the meaning expressed is the same."

  "The shadow is his true inner world."

  The female teacher's voice came again, this time with a slight tremble, "Unbelievable, you're the first to present his inner self on the drawing board..."

  As she spoke, the drawing board floated up and nded in front of the thin man in the er.

  "Do you see how perfect this painting is? It's the only ohat captures you most accurately as a student!"

  The emaciated man said nothing, but there was a slight glimmer in his eyes.

  At this moment, the female teacher's figure gradually appeared, voluptuous and delicate, who could imagine she was the wife of that almost decrepit old man?

  The female teacher's face was full of excitement and fanaticism, staring ily at her husband, reag out to gently caress his sunken face.

  "This is the real you, why do others alaint you as desperate, pitiful, and lonely?"

  "Clearly, you offered your art for me, tributed your value, it's a sacred thing, your heart should be ecstatic, satisfied, and free of desires."

  "I just don't uand, but fortunately, there's finally a student who presented your true inner self."

  "I'm very satisfied, you think so tht?"

  The female teacher said with a smile.

  As her words fell, the emaciated man's hair rapidly fell out, pus flowed from his seven orifices, and the mouth sealed with glue tore open, blood flowing, making a strange sound, and life was instantly extinguished.

  In an instant, the emaciated man turned into a rotting corpse.

  The female teacher showed no sadness, instead smiled tentedly, hugging the corpse, full of love as she caressed it.

  This bizarre se left the remaining pyers bewildered, but more so horrified.

  Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched, but he somewhat uood.

  In the female teacher's eyes, sacrifig oneself for art was something to be proud and happy about. Her husband, for her, starved himself to emaciation, even glued his mouth shut in such a crazy act, presenting another self, giving his beloved wife inspiration.

  In the wife's eyes, it was a great honor, but iy, the husband who endured immense pain and torment still couldn't satisfy her.

  Qin Nuo focused on the emaciated man's limbs, his hands a were nailed with steel nails, making him a perma model for the painting.

  Happy?

  Unknown.

  At least the wife thought he was happy.

  So, the meaning she believed the painting expressed should also be optimistic.

  "No wohe previous person's fate was sic." Qin Nuo murmured.

  Bang!

  At that moment, the door seemed to have unlocked a taboo, suddenly flung open.

  The pyers were also liberated, they tried to leave their seats, and nothing happened, so they quickly slipped away, fleeing the .

  The st two pyers saw the female teacher still whispering to her husband, not paying attention to them, and g the bck dies oable, tempted.

  One of them grabbed a handful and ran, but as soon as he turned, his skin began to writhe grotesquely.

  The pyer's face ged drastically, hurriedly putting the dies back, and said in panic, "Teacher, I was wrong, I put them baever again..."

  Before he could finish, his skin burst open, and the blood inside gealed into beads, scattering like marbles on the ground.

  When the body fell to the ground, it had already turned into a terrifying skin sack.

  The other pyer was scared out of his wits, disappearing in a fsh into the bck fog at the door.

  "Be obedient, the dies are only for students who produce good work."

  The female teacher picked up three dies and hahem to Qin Nuo, "Here, student, these are for you."

  Qin Nuo took them, the dies were ordinary, the ers transparent, and the dies inside were bright red, a color that killed any appetite, making them seem unbearably sweet.

  Qin Nuo disliked sweet things.

  "What's your he female teacher asked with a smile.

  "Teacher, my name is Li Xiaoming." Qin Nuo held the dies, showing a childlike innoce filled with joy for receiving them.

  "A very niame."

  "Teacher hopes you will also meet a girl like my husband who is willing to give everything for you." The female teacher's pale face beamed with a happy smile.

  "Uh..."

  Qin Nuo g the emaciated man who had turned into a pool of pus in the er, f a smile, "Thank you for the blessing, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now..."

  As he left the , Qin Nuo looked back, the was once again shrouded in bck fog, pitch bck, and the door smmed shut.

  "Although a teacher, this marital retionship is really not worth emuting..." Qin Nuo murmured.

  He turned and disappeared into the bck fog.

  Holding the three dies gave Qin Nuo some reassurance, walking in the bck fog, his skin gradually prickled with goosebumps.

  "Why does this bck fog feel increasingly cold?"

  "In this mode, pyers with the rat identity only have one goal of colleg dies, the freedom is really too limited."

  Qin Nuo shook his head, arriving at a staircase, p whether to go up or down, when suddenly a voice came from a dire in the bck fog.

  "Why is there a lo here?"

  Qin Nuo's nerves instinctively tightehe voice sounded familiar.

  Mr. Yan?!

  JOSOLUNA