Death Painting Teaching Classroom

Binhai University.

"This is boring. I thought this guy would be more persistent..."

Bai Zhi put his phone back in his pocket, lifted his foot, and walked towards the school, shaking his head almost imperceptibly.

This conversation was even shorter than the last one, and it ended without any resolution.

After sending that last message, the other party never sent any more messages. Even when Bai Zhi dialed the number again, it was just a disconnected number.

The world is becoming increasingly dangerous. The numerous Anomaly emerging so far are merely the tip of the iceberg. Even if, thanks to the efforts of Player and nations, these matters can be kept secret from common, how long can this situation last?

Bai Zhi didn't know, but he could make a rough guess.

Currently, there are tens of thousands of Anomaly circulating worldwide, but the scope of their impact is not very large.

The Unique Anomaly Anomaly had the widest impact was the one that broke out in North America and covered an entire town. This was due to the inaction of Player in North America; otherwise, the scope of this Anomaly would not have expanded from the size of a single room to such a large area.

However, this is only the beginning.

There will come a day when the Anomaly will become so widespread that they can no longer be concealed. At that time, the impact on common people will be far more than just a little bit. In the face of Anomaly, Player can only survive a little longer.

In this situation, the importance of Anomaly who knows a great deal about such things, possesses their own Sanity, and can communicate with them is beyond question.

Unfortunately, after discovering he had become Player, the other party cleverly never showed themselves in front of him again. Otherwise, he would have liked to capture the other party and raise them slowly...

In the Auction House, there was an Elite Grade item called the [Master Ball] that could capture these kinds of creatures. Bai Zhi originally wanted to buy it... but unfortunately, it was too expensive.

If we could capture them and keep them as pets...

Bai Zhi reached up and touched his chin, looking thoughtful.

How about... we try it next time?

Somewhere, a little girl who had angrily hung up her phone suddenly felt a chill for no apparent reason.

You can't compare people. For example, some people can be eaten by a tiger while sliding in a rage, some can be eaten by a tiger while sliding in a rage, and some can be eaten by a tiger while sliding in a rage... Oh, the tiger must be full by now.

Even though Bai Zhi skipped a day of class, because of his past achievements, no Teacher questioned this commonplace matter too much. In other words, it would be strange if he attended class on time every day without skipping a class.

As is customary Evil-Breaking Talisman, Bai Zhi occupied the last row of the classroom, and after placing a political education book on the table in a pretentious manner, he took out a Talisman Paper and began to study it with great seriousness.

It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. He had already bought the Cinnabar paper talismans online and they would arrive in Tian Hou. If he could figure out the pattern on the Talisman Paper before then, maybe he could draw it himself... Of course, whether it would be Special Effect or not was another matter.

Since Players and books can create items and even craft Equipment themselves, Bai Zhi felt his idea was quite feasible, especially since the [Evil-Breaking Talisman] didn't seem too difficult to make...

University is not like high school, especially for elective courses Type political education. What you do in class is generally not a concern for the Teacher, as long as you don't go too far as to make instant noodles on the table or gather with a few people to Fight the Landlord. The Teacher will basically turn a blind eye to such things.

The front row was reserved for top students, the middle row was for common students, and the back row was for students like Bai Zhi who didn't study in class.

People like Bai Zhi, who would mysteriously turn over and study a tattered paper talisman, were somewhat better off. He would usually flip through a few pages or glance at the book whenever he had a spare moment, as instructed by his Teacher. But the others were different.

Take, for example, the tall boy sitting in front of Bai Zhi. He was currently looking at his phone with his earphones on, lying face down on the table, completely ignoring the Teacher on the stage.

"Hmm? This streamer's voice is actually quite nice..."

Su Long, who was idly scrolling through live streams after tearing open a packet of betel nuts, suddenly became interested.

Unlike the pretty girls who appear in other live streams, this live stream he stumbled upon by chance had a rather unique feel. The only thing shown in the entire live stream was a hand, a paintbrush, and a piece of paper. However, the sound coming from outside the screen was quite pleasant.

"A new streamer? 'Death Painting Teaching Studio'... That's an interesting name."

After glancing at the name of the live stream, Su Long popped the betel nut in his mouth and typed a comment with great interest in the stream, which was noticeably quieter than other live streams.

"Death Painting Teaching Studio, what does this mean?"

Because the live stream was quite quiet, his comment was noticed by the other person as soon as it was sent, and the girl happily explained to him.

"Dead art, of course, is drawing scenes of Dead Person ~"

As they spoke, the other person tapped the blank drawing paper with their paintbrush.

"How about it? Want me to draw one for you guys right now? It'll be absolutely lifelike!"

Dead Person... That voice sounds quite pleasant, but does the person actually have such a grotesque taste?

While chewing betel nut, Su Long continued typing, somewhat speechless.

"Okay, then draw one and try it out..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a hand reached out from behind and slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"Hey bro, could you please pick up my pen for me?"

Bai Zhi pointed to the pen that had rolled past Su Long's feet and smiled as he spoke.