Chapter 119: Draw a Little Girl

At the entrance of the village, in front of the propaganda wall.

The girl stood again at the end of the white wall, staring blankly at a blank space on the wall.

She had seen the legendary "Green-Faced Fangs" the previous night, but she really couldn't draw.

She remembered the monster was pitch-black, as if it had many limbs and mouths, with the largest mouth on its belly and a pair of red eyes, but she couldn't remember at all how those things were put together.

Whenever she tried to recall it, her head would swell with pain and nausea.

She took out her phone to look, but the blackness inside had mushed into a blob, even blurrier than the image in her mind.

The girl rubbed her head, which ached with pain.

This morning was not peaceful; the fields were bustling with noise. The cacophony from all directions made it even harder for her to concentrate on painting, her brain felt like it was about to explode, her thoughts a tangled mess!