Please draw your way of death

In the completely dark space, even time seems to become insignificant.

Meng Qishu couldn't see what was around, so he could only apply the paint in his hand to where it should be based on his feeling.

Except for the slight sound of the brush touching the canvas, the whole room was silent. Meng Qishu's eyes were slightly lowered, as if he was thinking about where to put his next stroke.

The outline is drawn, where do we go next...

Here... or a little higher?

Even though he practiced all afternoon, when it was time to go into battle, Meng Qishu still felt that it was really difficult to finish a painting properly in the state of being invisible.

How long has time passed?

How close is it to finish this painting?

What color is on his brush now, and where should he fill it?

Don't know... In this case, everything seems to be indistinct.

There was only a heartbeat beating in his chest, which seemed to remind him of the existence of time.

Meng Qishu hesitated to make the last stroke, and just as he was about to stop, a cluster of flames burst out from the canvas in front of him, so fast that Meng Qishu had no time to react.

He hurriedly got up and took two steps back, looking at the burning canvas in front of him.

The magnificent flames started to burn from the four corners of the canvas, and gradually gathered towards the incomplete "full moon" in the center, just like the large fire clouds in the evening, surrounding the dim waning moon and wreaking havoc in the middle.

It seems that a certain switch was touched, and almost at the moment when the flame burst out, several flames also sprang up around the room, climbing up the wooden wall, enveloping the whole house in flames with extreme speed. middle.

Meng Qishu was stunned for a moment, and the moment he realized it, he dropped his brush and strode out of the house.

But the flame seemed to be human, and surrounded the road leading to the door, blocking Meng Qishu's escape path!

After finally rushing to the door of the studio, Meng Qishu found out that that fellow Omilander had closed the door of the studio when he went out, and now the door was on fire, and waves of heat surged along the flames, forcing him to Meng Qishu had nowhere to start.

You can't force your way through, the result of forcing your way is only a dead end...

Meng Qishu took two steps back, avoiding the flames that were trying to spread on him, and scanned the room with slightly lowered eyes.

There was fire on the walls, on the shuttered windows, on the furniture on the floor...

The entire studio seemed to have become the home of the fire, and the space left for Meng Qishu to survive was gradually encroached on, waiting for the flames to cover the entire house and burn everything in the house.

Ning Mian finally gave him a few function cards, but after flipping through them, none of them could be used to put out the fire.

The blasting card might be able to blow open the door of the studio and make a way out, but in the current situation, I'm afraid it will only intensify the fire and lead to death in one go!

Meng Qishu pressed the card in his pocket with one hand, thinking about the way to escape in his mind.

There are only two ways to get out now, either to control the fire, or to cut a path through the flames. The first way is obviously not realistic, so the second way...

Meng Qishu paused for a moment while rubbing the card, and took out a card from his pocket.

I saw that the whole body of the card was pitch black, and only a totem was outlined with gold lines at the corner, with the pattern of a tiger's head painted on it.

It was the summoning card that Ning Mian finally gave him during the last orphanage dungeon.

Maybe this one can give it a try.

Meng Qishu didn't hesitate anymore, he squeezed the summon card and chose to use it.

After a flash of light from the card, a majestic tiger appeared on the open space in the studio, and even its hair was shining with golden light.

Meng Qishu didn't have time to complain about how the props in the dungeon are so high-quality, he pointed to the door of the studio and said, "Can you break it?"

The tiger raised his head to that side, nodded, then took two steps back, and under Meng Qishu's watchful eye, he threw himself straight at the door.

There was only a loud bang, and the door panel fell to the ground in response, extinguishing a small wave of flames.

The props of the dungeon are naturally not afraid of the flames of the dungeon. After the tiger broke through the two doors of the studio and the entrance one after another, its hair is still clean and tidy, without the slightest sign of being affected by the flames.

But it was different from Meng Qishu who came out of the flames behind him. He covered his mouth and nose and stepped out of the door, looking a little embarrassed after being choked by the smoke.

But Meng Qishu obviously didn't have time to worry about this, because the world outside the door was completely different from when he entered it.

I saw the flames all over the sky starting from the wooden house and burning all the way down the mountain along the surrounding vegetation. The entire mountain was shrouded in a sea of ​​flames.

The surroundings of the wooden house were completely empty, and Omilander, other players, and... Ning Mian Zhong could not be seen.

Meng Qishu took two steps back towards the wooden house. The smell of smoke and dust in the air made him very uncomfortable. His eyes swept across the surrounding woods, and his heart sank slightly.

During the time he entered the studio, it seemed that some unimaginable changes had taken place outside...

There was wind in the air at night, and the flames spread faster when the wind blew.

Meng Qishu no longer stayed where he was, he turned around and walked down the mountain with big strides.

The way down the mountain was not completely engulfed by the flames. Under the opening of the tiger summoned by the card, Meng Qishu successfully reached the foot of the mountain.

But just as he was about to step into the town, an invisible wall suddenly blocked his way.

Meng Qishu put his hand on the air wall, and felt along the direction of its extension, and found that it just separated the town from the mountain.

What does this mean, can't pass?

Meng Qishu turned his head, and saw that the raging flames were spreading down the mountain, and they were already half burned.

The scattered smoke and dust hovered in the air and was intercepted in front of this invisible wall, forming a completely different scene inside and outside the town.

The town was shrouded in darkness and silence; outside the town, the fire was raging and smoke billowed.

Something seems to be wrong...

Why separate the town from the mountain?What about the rest?where did they go

Meng Qishu took his hand away from the air wall, and was about to look for any holes in the wall, when the corner of his clothes was suddenly caught by something.

When he turned his head, he saw the tiger biting the hem of his clothes, as if it was going to take him somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Meng Qishu patted it on the head in agreement, "You go, I'll follow."

The tiger seemed to understand what he meant, so he let go, turned his head and ran up the mountain, halfway through the run, he still didn't forget to turn his head to signal Meng Qishu to follow.

So Meng Qishu followed it up the mountain again, through the burning woods, and when they came to the house No. 520 they had just left, there was nothing left of that wooden house.

The fire near the wooden house was obviously much fiercer than that at the foot of the mountain. While carefully avoiding the flames, Meng Qishu followed the tiger who obviously had no intention of stopping.

It's just that this route... seems a little familiar.

Meng Qishu followed without saying a word, and didn't know where he was taken until the extremely familiar cliff appeared in front of him.

The tiger squatted down at the corner in front of the cliff, and when Meng Qishu came over, he tilted his head and rubbed his palm, and then disappeared in place.

The time limit for the feature card is up.

Meng Qishu's gaze shifted from the palm that had just been rubbed to the direction of the cliff. After the branches and leaves of the plants here were burned by the fire, his sight became wider. Because of this, he saw that the direction that should be a sea was being destroyed by fire. Another look takes its place.

That was also a cliff, exactly the same as the cliff where Meng Qishu was.It's just that another cliff tens of meters away is a scene in the early morning, with intact vegetation and tranquility.

Compared to Meng Qishu's side where the fire was raging in the middle of the night, it was like a mirage in the desert, with an unbelievably illusory beauty.

Meng Qishu turned around the corner and stopped at the edge of the cliff, so the scene here was more clearly displayed in front of his eyes.

It is almost the same situation as the edge of the small town. There is a mirror between the two cliffs. The layout inside and outside the mirror is the same, but different scenes are staged on both sides.

Will this be the only way out?

Meng Qishu squatted down on the edge of the cliff, reached out to touch, but only grabbed the air with one hand.

There is no connection between the two cliffs, and there are no hidden paths.

He turned his head to look behind him again. After a period of fermentation, the fire had become more and more intense, and it was impossible to go down the mountain through the road just now.

If he couldn't find a way to leave in a short time, he might be burnt to ashes together with the vegetation on this hill.

But... why?

He entered the studio, triggered the trigger of death, and when he came out again, the whole world was turned upside down.

He seemed to be still on that hill, but he seemed to have entered another dimension.

But now, the connection between the two spaces is in front of him, and the hope of life is ahead, but he doesn't know how to grasp it.

"Meng Qishu!" Just as he was squatting in a daze, a familiar voice suddenly came from the direction of the cliff.

Meng Qishu suddenly turned his head to look, and saw Ning Mianzhong's figure appearing on the opposite cliff, with obvious anxiety in his eyes.

He was still holding the system card in his hand, and he was obviously relieved to see that Meng Qishu was safe and sound, but when his eyes turned to the sea of ​​flames behind Meng Qishu, his half-relaxed heart immediately hung up again.

Ning Mian finally squatted down beside the cliff, just like Meng Qishu did just now to explore the reality of the air beyond the cliff, no accident touched the air.

How do you get from one side to the other when you can see each other but have no way?

The fire was still spreading, and it seemed that the originally safe cliff was about to be engulfed in flames and became precarious.

Meng Qishu could sense Ning Mian's tense mental state, he was still calm, and pretended to be relaxed with a smile: "Mian end."

"Don't be nervous, there will be vitality."