Chapter 124: Happy Halloween (1/2)

The artist doll originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw the painting in front of him, there was no sound.

This golden hair who didn’t know where he played was indeed superior to him in his mastery of portrait painting. His skills were extremely mature, not to mention, even the use of colors had to be bolder. Every stroke has benefited the artist a lot, I don’t know. Unconsciously, he watched attentively, and couldn't bear to look away.

He was obviously a ghost who had been dead for many years, but because of his good temper, he wouldn't be incapable of accepting the fact that others are better than himself. It's just that he works on his paintings without permission. If he doesn't show his outstanding features, the artist estimates that he will have to go crazy on the spot.

After finishing the painting, Messiah threw the paintbrush away, and said with some enthusiasm, ”No, it's still far away.”

He turned his head and left altogether neatly, making the artist who still wanted to ask for advice a bit dazed.

Forget it, who doesn't have a weird temper on the road of art? People with higher skills and more weird tempers abound.

The artist shook his head regretfully, returned to his seat, and continued to admire the painting.

Looking at it, he seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's ”far too far” just now.

Because no matter how many colors are used, how dazzling and complicated the techniques and techniques are, it is impossible to describe the charm of that person by one in ten million.

The audience in the live broadcast room was also a little stunned by this scene, but they looked at the Messiah with a holy smile and gracefully bowed down painting just now, and they were stunned that they couldn't fault it.

It is a pity that even if they find out what is wrong, because the main system prohibits communication between the two parties, the audience in the live broadcast room cannot contact the thriller trainees who are participating in the game, so they have to give up.

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In the days before the Halloween event, all the trainees were very busy.

The high-level trainees are busy stepping on the spot, busy testing whether the doll is abnormal, and busy running around to determine the location of the amusement facilities in each area. Low-level trainees are busy collecting experience cards for various amusement facilities, and take various projects everywhere to exchange for C-level blind boxes.

Zong Jiu is also busy.

There were eleven teams in total, and each team needed to be replaced after being responsible for an area. The drawings were handed to Zong Jiu, who ran to the hot air balloon to check in detail.

In the end, Zong Jiu couldn't squat on the hot air balloon all day to do this. He had to contact the good ghosts to see which ghosts could help in the Halloween Battle Royale event.

For example, the clown with all his faces written ”Come and find me to play”, and the crazy hat who is happily jumping on the street.

Although he agreed to come and play with the clown, Zong Jiu happily released the other side's pigeons because of too much work in the past two days.

When Zong Jiu looked for it, the clown was squatting on the ground, counting the mushrooms without blinking, muttering to himself.

”Why hasn't he come to me to play~ Did he forget me~~ There are so many fun dolls in the playground~~~”

”Humans are really dumb guys~~~Sure enough, let's kill them~~~~”

Zong Jiu: ”...”

He pretended not to hear these words, and patted the clown on the shoulder, ”Hi!”

Hearing a familiar voice, the clown stiffened his back and instantly jumped up from the ground. The decadent expression he had squatted on the ground before was completely gone, and he put on a big smile instead.

”You come to play with me!”

”Yup.”

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and began to compile information without a trace, ”You only sell balloons in one place every day. Isn't it boring?”

”No~ As long as you come to play with me, I won't feel lonely~”

Maybe it was so happy, so happy that the clown couldn't control the feet he wanted to dance, shaking his head in place.

With the large bunch of balloons in his hand, Zong Jiuzhen suspected that if the clown's strength was a little bit weaker, or the weight was not enough, he might have to be pulled into the air by the bunch of balloons.

This time, he asked for a crying balloon. Leaving under the watch of the clown.

Seeing the clown so boring, Zong Jiu decided to be a live Lei Feng and find him a companion.

The number one choice is of course the crazy hat with the same attributes as him.

The Mad Hatter has been bouncing on the streets of the three districts, singing arias that no one can understand.

Pedestrians took a detour when they saw him, because the degree of paint on this guy's face was able to compete with the clown, not to mention the dazzling blood on his clothes, but the mad hat was good, and everyone told others that it was him. Spilled tomato juice at Alice Banquet.

Others looked at the darkened blood: um, well, just treat us as stupid and we can just watch you go around.

Others couldn't understand what the Mad Hatter was singing, but Zong Jiu could translate every sentence of his singing without any obstacles.

”Oh, my little white bird, why do you look so sad, is my love fire not enough to burn for you?”

Obviously, Mad Hatter has a lot of research on drama. For example, this sentence is to directly borrow the tones of Romeo and Juliet, and then add his own adapted words and sentences, which looks decent.

”This is the balloon of a clown in a district.” Zong Jiu answered calmly.

”Oh! Joker! What an abominable name, but it makes my heart surging!”

Mad Hatter yelled in surprise, ”I have heard of this frightening name, my dear little white bird, can you tell me if he really likes to twist his head off and kick a ball?”

”The other person is next to the factory in the first district. You can ask him this question in person.”

Zong Jiu blinked, ”I have a hunch that you will be very topical.”

There is more than a topic, two crazy people get together, it is simply the type that can hook shoulders and put back to the world.

”Oh, good, good.”