The Magic Brush Ma Beng

The Magic Brush Ma Beng

"You've changed. You've really changed. You don't even remember me. Take a look at this—I think it might help you regain your memory." Gu Mian had already taken the guitar case off his back and was reaching for its zipper.

When he saw Gu Mian take off the case, Teacher Slaughter felt a little confused.

Come to think of it, this lower-class person had always carried that big case on his back. He'd had it with him since the first stage.

In theory, contestants weren't allowed to bring such large personal belongings into the competition. So why had no one questioned it from the beginning until now?

Teacher Slaughter had noticed the big case on 1118's back long ago, too, yet he hadn't challenged him.

Teacher Slaughter had no idea that Gu Mian had a [Disguise Holy Product Mustache] stuck to his face. It had the effect of making people fail to recognize someone they'd met before. No matter how distinctive Gu Mian looked, everyone would forget who he was like an idiot and fail to recognize his clothes.

"And why does this case look more and more familiar the longer I look at it, even though I can't remember where I've seen it?" Looking at the guitar case in Gu Mian's hands, Teacher Slaughter felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but he couldn't remember ever seeing it before, no matter how hard he tried.

While Teacher Slaughter was puzzled, Gu Mian had already unzipped the case. A flash of cold light shone in Teacher Slaughter's face, and at last he saw what was inside.

A chainsaw!

How could a lower-class person have something like that?

Wait, a chainsaw? Teacher Slaughter thought of something unpleasant, of a bad memory.

"You... you, you, you..." He pointed