I gently tied up with a rubber band, put a long coat on the outside of my pajamas, and walked out of the door with slippers. The skin on my face was not in good condition.

At first glance, you can see two thick dark circles of eyes, which obviously have not been sleeping well for a long time.

"Murder, how to do the murder method so that there is no trace."

I saw the woman standing in front of the elevator, waiting for the elevator while thinking in trouble, no one could imagine that this was the author of the popular comic "Intimidation" online.

You should know that fans of this comic have already made the author a fierce man. Even if you beat him to death, he was such a beautiful beauty.

After all, this work is so terrifying. Almost no one does not have nightmares after watching it. Qin Dong is just a lot of boys who think they are brave and will feel scared after watching it.

It is estimated that only a strong man can calm down and create such works, but it is thrilling.

The plot is really exciting, not only good-looking, but also very exciting. Even when they have nightmares, they still want to reason about the next plot.

It's so deadly! So much so that fans of "Intimidation" don't want to send a blade to the author for a day. After all, this feeling is really not an ordinary tormental person.

A ding sound came soon, and the elevator had arrived. I saw that the woman was about to enter as soon as she was about to enter. The next second I was stunned. The original elevator interior should have been as smooth as a mirror, only a few square meters in size.

For some reason, this elevator seemed to be a gate to another world, and the ancient shops came into view.

She couldn't help but take a step back, looked around, and then looked at the elevator in front of her.

"State of Shenma? Could it be that I have traveled through time?"

Only now did she notice that the surrounding space was extremely quiet. It was obviously a meal time, but it gave people the feeling that she was the only one in the whole building.

"Hello, do you want to buy something?"

The old man in a gray robe said in the antique shop.

"Is this a shop in another world?" The woman suddenly lit up in front of her eyes and said, "What are you doing?"

"Yes, inspiration!" After saying that, the old man took out a set of modern painting tools - a painting board and a pressure pen and handed it to the woman directly.

"With this creation, there will be a constant stream of inspiration."

"Is it really that amazing? Is there anything else?"

"You only need this?" The old man's voice still had no ups and downs, and his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, just the moment he finished speaking.

The woman's eyes suddenly darkened and her pupils soon lost their focus.

“Yes, I just need 'inspiration'.”

Then another ding sound was heard, the elevator door opened, and the family of three walked out, with the smell of hot pot remaining on their bodies.

The woman suddenly came to her senses. She was about to walk into the elevator when she suddenly found that she was still holding something in her hand.

"Hey! How could I bring out all the painting boards? What I just wanted to do, but I have forgotten."

She hurriedly turned around and walked home.

In the corridor, the smell of rice and braised pork, and various fragrances gathered together, which made those who had not eaten yet couldn't help but start to roar.

The sound of the collision between the spatula and the iron pot also came from various households, filled with the breath of fireworks on earth.

Late at night, the lights of the first house on the 22nd floor were still on. The woman was sitting at the desk, holding a painting board and a pressure pen in her hand, and was rushing to make a manuscript.

As if inspiration seemed to be free, it appeared one after another. She widened her eyes and looked at the computer screen, and her hands never stopped.

Characters and backgrounds were quickly released under the pen. At this moment, she is currently at the peak of her creation. If she is seen by other painting masters, she would just want to use her hand.

Can people do this speed, exquisite painting style, and bold creation?

It was so uncomfortable and painful. When Du Ming regained his consciousness, he felt that the surroundings were dark, wet and crowded, and his whole body seemed to be forcibly rubbed into a pickle jar.

My whole body was clamoring for discomfort, and the pain spread to every corner of my body. I left, wanted to leave here... no one knew what was going on?

He recalled the memories before he lost consciousness, but only remembered that he walked into a yard, and then, there was nothing more. Suddenly, a new force poured in.

At that moment, his body seemed to be soaked in a hot spring, and his whole body was comfortable. Even the pain disappeared temporarily. For some reason, but... it was really comfortable.

‘I really want to come a little more, a little more…’ He had already started praying and looking forward to it, and this new force began to pour in as he had expected.

Scrub his whole body and relieve the pain, but as the power poured in, it became more and more, gradually, he began to feel something was wrong.

Those forces have begun to gather in his body, surging, and gradually forming a violent force, rushing in his body, as if it is easy to tear him apart.

Until… gradually, ‘I need more strength, more! That’s it, that’s it hahaha, die, die if you die!’

Until another sound gradually began to appear in his body, not only violent and irritable, but also filled with the desire to kill. At the same time, this sound appeared.

Du Ming suddenly discovered that as new forces continued to pour in, he could briefly "see" the situation outside, and he seemed to have begun to become stronger.

But this power obviously has another consciousness.

"Stop, stop!" He saw a woman with dark circles constantly drawing something under the warm light? A stream of black fog was spreading out of the painting, with the breath of death.

"Stop, stop quickly! Stop drawing!"

"What do you know! I want to draw, draw more, continue to draw, look, what a good power!" Another violent voice sounded again, with a hint of intoxication!

"The painting is even more terrifying, and it's a little more cruel. No, that's not enough!" But Du Ming felt a roar in his heart with more fear: "Stop! Stop quickly, stop, you're harming people!"

"Help, what if you harm people? What can you do if ghosts harm people? What can you do if you harm people?"

"The underworld will find out sooner or later, and they will never allow this!"

"So what, will it be better than them soon?" After the violent voice fell, the woman at the desk moved faster in an instant.
Chapter completed!