Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

The dean held a paintbrush in his hand, and kept looking at the picture below.

Then he painted on his drawing board bit by bit.

"It's almost done, it's almost done."

"The paintings I drew in the church before were all drawn through imagination."

"And now, the real scene has appeared in front of me!"

"It's so beautiful."

The dean said without any pause.

Zhou Hu looked over with cold eyes:

"Humph, what a shitty painting, what you draw is no different from a three-year-old child."

"You have the nerve to call yourself an artist."

"Since it appears, then you die!"

Zhou Hu said, waving his palm, and a terrible black thunder blasted towards the dean.

He is the dean of the nursing home, but now almost all the elderly people in the nursing home have been taken away by the madman in front of him.

He lost his face, and now he must get it back.

The strength of this dean seems to be only an eighth-level ghost. As long as he is hit by this black thunder, he will definitely die.

But just when Zhou Hu's thunder was about to hit the dean, a white barrier suddenly appeared around the dean.

The thunder sank into the barrier and finally disappeared.

"How is it possible?!"

Zhou Hu stared at this scene with wide eyes, as if it was a little unbelievable.

His black thunder couldn't even hurt the dean?

The dean, holding a paintbrush, sneered while painting:

"Hehe, although I am a madman, I am not stupid."

"I have already left a backup plan for you."

"I have already set up terrible restrictions on this church."

"These restrictions are enough to support me until I finish this painting."

Here, the dean paused again, then looked at the patients below and said:

"Don't try to save those guys below."

"If they can't bite others, they will start to bite their tongues, or even start to eat their limbs and hearts."

"Their existence is to become part of my painting."

After saying this, the dean ignored it and continued to paint.

"But as long as your restrictions are completed, you will still die, why bother?" Zhou Hu said.

Most of the patients below are guests of his nursing home.

"Death?"

"Hehe, if I can complete this perfect painting, what does it matter if I die?"

"Do you know what I sacrificed to make a painting?"

"My dream is to become a great painter, but when I showed my paintings to my mother when I was young, she actually looked disgusted!"

"So, I killed her."

"Because she is not qualified to appreciate my paintings!"

"Later, I started to learn painting. My teacher didn't believe me, my father didn't believe me, and even my classmates looked at me with disdain."

"In the end, they all died. They didn't know what art was at all!"

"I... really sacrificed too much for the paintings. I can't let them die in vain!"

After the dean finished speaking, he started to paint again.

And while doing it, he muttered:

"I have been painting for decades, and then came to the nursing home, but none of those guys understand my paintings."

"Although some of them praised my paintings, I found out their lies through their eyes."

"They are not appreciating my paintings at all, but flattering."

"They are all hypocritical guys."

"They are only worthy of being part of my paintings!"

Hearing the words of the dean, Zhou Hu and the ghost king wearing a red cloak beside him also glared at the dean:

"Damn guy, you are a lunatic!"

"You are the one who deserves to die the most!"

After the two ghost kings finished speaking, two groups of terrible ghost energy blasted towards the dean.

But the next second, the white barrier appeared again.

The ghost energy hit the barrier, but nothing happened.

Zhou Hu and the ghost king in the red cloak gnashed their teeth, but there was nothing they could do.

Things like prohibitions sometimes exist without reason.

However, if the ban is set, the backlash will be great.

But the dean didn't care at all.

What to do now?

Chen Xun paused when he saw the dean on the church.

The truth about the casual mental hospital has been revealed, but he has no way to kill the dean.

After all, only the truth canOnly by killing the dean can the main task of this dungeon be truly completed.

[Ding~ The crazy dean of the mental hospital turned all the guests of the nursing home into mental patients for his own paintings, and even implicated many innocent people. ]

[He is a complete lunatic, or a terrible demon! ]

[Please kill the dean of the mental hospital. After the task is completed, the dungeon will end, and the game will issue rewards based on the performance of each player. ]

[If the task cannot be completed, perhaps all the people in the mental hospital will fall into a new abyss. ]

It was at this time that a game broadcast sounded in the minds of all players.

But now most players can hardly escape, how can they kill the dean of the mental hospital?

And even the ghost king has no way to deal with the dean, what can they do?

Chen Xun did not frown tightly, and finally suddenly remembered something, and then took out a tissue box.

Put 100 ghost money into the tissue box, and finally took out a tissue.

There are words on the tissue!

[Although his restrictions are powerful, as long as you can break his defense, maybe you can make the restrictions 'ineffective against you'. ]

[Perhaps, you can defeat him with your paintings, or even act crazier than him. ]

"It really works." Chen Xun muttered softly.

This mysterious paper box has a chance to extract a clue about the main task. He hasn't used it for a long time.

Unexpectedly, he got such an important clue as soon as he used it.

In other words, as long as I draw better than the dean, I can make the dean's restrictions ineffective against me?

As a ninth-level ghost master, Chen Xun is just a small ant that he can slaughter in front of him.

As for how to draw better than the dean, there is no need to worry about it.

Don't forget,

When Chen Xun was in the bloody kindergarten, he used a skill card on the ability to paint.

Now Chen Xun can be said to be a great painter with super painting ability.

Thinking of this, he immediately jumped to the top floor of the mental hospital, and then put the drawing boards and paints he had bought in the bloody kindergarten on the easel and started painting.

Zhou Hu, who was not far away, was also stunned when he saw this scene.

"My goodness, what is this human doing?"

"He is also painting?"

"This guy, is he also a lunatic?!"