Just gazing at the huge, crooked portraits stacked on the edge of the wall, Jiu'er felt a strange chill slowly rise up from his back.

She felt as if her consciousness was immersed in water, making it difficult to breathe. I felt the air around me gradually become hot...... It's like you're being stewed by something.

Under the intense uneasiness, the bones of her whole body creaked. It's like an iron bar attracted by a magnet, trying to break out of the body and throw it at those huge oil paintings.

“…… Hungry ......"

"I want to ......"

"Absolutely...... Stop ......"

“…… Escape...... ...... now"

In the scorching air, the wine heard a small whisper.

It was as if there were many people whispering to themselves at the same time, so they couldn't hear anything.

"How?"

Amos's voice was clear behind him.

The moment he heard that voice, Jiu'er instantly woke up from his hallucination.

In that brief hallucination, she noticed that her erosion had silently increased by 3%.

"You've got to get an inspiration here. Okay, make another three cuts, and you've dropped three san. ”

"Wait, is everybody going to be more erosive when they see this painting? Isn't that a must-have increase in erosion every round? How dangerous is this level?! ”

"No, I think it will go up when I first see it...... Maybe it won't go up. ”

"Isn't it just that I don't feel the horror of this painting......

"There is one thing to say, in fact, I ...... it too"

Seeing the wine and looking at the painting, the erosion increased, and the players who were watching outside exploded one after another, and the barrage kept coming.

…… A bunch of bastards.

You're just bullying me and I can't interact with you right now......

Watching a group of barrages that mock themselves float over, the teeth of the wine hated itched.

She had already made up her mind.

No matter what, as long as you can get out alive, you have to trick them all in!

This live broadcast couldn't convey her fear just now......

Gotta get them all to take a look at this picture!

Jiu'er believes that if they also increase the erosion, they will definitely help fool the others in......

She replied in a low voice, "Very ...... Very shocking. ”

"Yes, you'll still use the word shock......"

Amos was somewhat surprised.

He couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Obviously, the homeless man was not mixed with flattery at all, nor did he have any pretentious sincere comments, which made him feel extremely happy.

He walked up to Jiu'er and casually asked, "What's your name?" ”

“…… Amis, my name is Amis. ”

Jiu'er endured the nausea that had not yet dissipated, and replied after a while.

Fortunately, it didn't take long.

Although he was interrupted, Jiu'er can still remember "himself" by name.

"Well then, Amis. Stand in front of the frame. ”

Amos whispered, his voice calm and confident: "I'm going to make you ...... Famous all over the world. ”

With that, he took the homeless man by the shoulders and pushed him two steps forward.

Suddenly, he felt the burning breath of the person in a painting spraying his face.

So I saw this homeless man looking at the wall. But he couldn't feel the burning snort again.

In front of the wall, which is made up of at least seventeen or eighteen portraits of various sizes, there is an empty frame in the lower right corner.

No, strictly speaking...... It should be called a "black frame".

In the frame, it was not painted all black.

It's a pre-drawn sketch that looks like a shadow in the corner. It's just in the corner, like it's not a painting...... It's like a dark gate to the abyss.

In other words.

It's like this portrait in this frame......

And the people inside fled.

"You're standing here, Amis."

Amos said, taking out the black frame behind the wine.

Jiu'er noticed that it was after pulling out the frame...... Behind this shadowed frame, the walls are truly dark.

It was like black smoke made of charcoal.

The weird, uneven, bottomless darkness makes people feel a little creepy......

Amos then placed the frame on a shelf not far in front.

He strode back again, holding Jiu'er's body, and struck a posture of leaning slightly and trying to look forward.

Amos then stepped back and looked up and down, still smacking his lips in dissatisfaction.

He pondered for a moment, and then took out an empty shelf from a nearby wall that was used to prevent the frame.

"You stretch out a hand and hold on to this shelf. The other hand curled up slightly, to have that feeling of timidity...... Raise your head slightly, as if looking inside. You imagine you're holding on to a person's window and looking inside."

Amos explained carefully to the wine.

Hearing this, Jiu'er already understood what kind of action Amos wanted.

It's the feeling of a bear child leaning through a transparent glass window and looking into a toy store.

Seeing Jiu'er's new posture, Amos's eyes lit up: "Yes! That's it, don't move, hold your posture...... Imagine you're hungry. And inside the window is someone else's freshly cooked, hot meal......"

With that, Amos quickly began to paint.

But what happened next.

It is completely different from the painting of the "third layer" demonstrated in the live broadcast of the street children......

Jiu'er originally thought that this was just a test of endurance. As long as you keep this action still, you can do it.

But after Amos began to paint officially......

She clearly felt a strong discomfort.

She tried to move, but her body was confined and she couldn't move.

The barrage gentlemen also gradually realized that something was wrong.

Because of the homeless man played by Jiu'er, the action suddenly began to become more and more realistic...... It's like there really is such a very hungry homeless man, crouching by someone's window, looking inside.

That's not what "acting" can do.

It doesn't even look like a real tramp anymore.

Because a real tramp will never have such a clear mixture of timidity, hunger, greed and malice on his face, but rather an almost abstract image of a tramp that only exists in painting art......

And from the audience's point of view, they can clearly see that the painting in Amos's hand is completed quickly.

It's almost like a printer. Without any hesitation or alteration, he continued to draw as fast as he could...... It's as if you're not painting according to an image, but embodying the image that has already been formed in your mind into reality.

The barrage was already amazed by his art.

Annan had seen Amos' portrait of Elle before.

But these players obviously haven't seen it......

And now, Amos's painting of a homeless man is even more wonderful than Elle's portrait.

And when the portrait gradually took shape, Jiu'er felt that his body was still unable to move, his consciousness was gradually blurred, and everything in front of him was stretched.

At that moment, she heard Amos's warm and soft whisper ringing in her ears:

"You......

"Are you hungry now?"

The next moment, the wine lost consciousness without warning.