The students in the ghost school fled in a hurry, but where can they escape
Dodging is only to delay the time for the soul to disappear. The monsters in the blood-colored city do not need the will of the ghost school, and everything is food for them to devour.
The gate of the ghost school slammed into the wall, and the high walls on both sides of the gate were crushed by black thorns. The man stepped into the ghost school with his left foot, and the blood-colored fog behind him was like a red tide.
"It was a lot easier than expected."
The fog shrouded his body, and only a vague figure could be seen. His head slowly turned, and finally he seemed to be looking at the blood-colored mirror above his head.
"Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and only you are the one who builds heaven." There was a hint of ridicule in the man's voice: "If you really saw heaven, you would not be abandoned behind the door."
He raised his footsteps and continued to move forward. No ghosts in the ghost school stood up to stop him, whether it was the lonely ghosts who were taken in by the ghost school or the red-clothed ones born in the ghost school.
More and more cracks appeared on the mirror surface in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror kept collapsing. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and the others, nothing could be changed.
"It seems that there is no need to support it any longer." The painter stood on the top floor of the laboratory building, looking at the crumbling East and West campus, and suddenly raised his hand.
His fingertips touched the sky of the east and west campus, which was a mirror, a mirror composed of countless memories and wills.
"It's not heaven yet, it's just a painting of mine, a painting that I haven't figured out yet to name."
The fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless bloodshots rushed to the painter. When his fingers stretched out from the other side of the mirror, they were already covered with blood.
"This painting is ruined, just paint another one. I need a new drawing board and new paint." The body wears a lens, and the painter's coat is completely dyed red.
The painter in the east and west campuses feels like a dead sea, silent and calm, but when he walks out of the mirror, he gives people a different feeling, which is difficult to describe, and every move makes people reluctant to approach.
After the painter left the East and West campus, the mirrors in the sky began to fall off in large pieces, as if it was raining blood.
"Have you given up?" The man in the blood mist did not step forward immediately. He looked up at the ghost school somewhere, and seemed to smell something.
The figure of the painter on the laboratory floor has disappeared, but the figure of the painter is reflected on every piece of mirror falling from the air.
When the first mirror fragment fell on the ground of the ghost school, it turned into countless fine bloodshots, and the painter's figure appeared in front of the teaching building.
He stood alone in the open space in front of the ghost school building, the blood mist hit his body, and black thorns spread around, but he did not dodge like other Specter.
"The ghost school's will has been split. You killed your last hope with your own hands. Chang Wenyu was severely injured. How can you stop a city by yourself?" The man in the blood mist stopped: "You can be like Like Chang Wenyu, fleeing this place, I know there must be other exits in the ghost school."
"Exit?" The painter's coat was dyed red, and blood threads were intertwined on his body, covering his heart: "Isn't the position you stand at the exit of the ghost school?"
Fragments of the mirror fell on the painter, leaving bloodstains. The distance between the sky and the earth has never been shorter than it is now, so short that there is only one person in the middle.
"I'm the one that everyone in this school is afraid of, so when all of them are afraid, I'll be at the front of them."
The arms suddenly opened, and the arms condensed with blood threads stretched out from behind the painter, dispelling the blood mist, and propping up the mirror above his head!
"Let's go together, I will use your blood to complete my new painting"
Without more words, the painter who held up the sky took the initiative to rush to the ghost correction gate, and countless wills followed the painter's voice and roared.
The world in the mirror was roaring, and countless negative emotions poured into the painter's body like a black waterfall along the arms of the painter's back!
"I don't like this look, but who in this world can always be who they like."
Ferocious faces appeared on the painter's body, they bit the painter's body and injected all the pain and hatred into the painter's body!
"Who has never drawn nourishment from the dead bones of the grave, who has never grown up in flesh and blood, I have seen countless hells, but because of this, I want to find heaven!"
There were black cracks on the red clothes, and the hideous grimace gnawed at the body under the red clothes. Every crack was hiding a chilling despair, and every wound began to grow a hideous face!
"What kind of ability is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said?" The man's voice in the blood mist was different from before, and things changed unexpectedly: "You painted those dead people on your body? Can you gain their power? No, you have endured their pain and despair! They are eating your body!"
His question is destined to have no answer, and the painter has rushed into the blood fog in an instant.
"I only want that unowned door, why do you come out to stop it?" The man in the blood mist waved his arms, and the other two figures behind him walked forward.
Where the painter passed by, the blood mist evaded, and the two monsters that walked out of the blood-colored city revealed their true faces.
One of them was wearing a sheep's head mask. She had a perfect figure, with red lines on her skin. She looked very weak, and tears were constantly seeping from under the sheep's head mask.
This woman doesn't seem to have her own face, and the sheep's head mask seems to have become part of her body.
Another monster is huge, like a human and like a pig. He is on all fours, and he can vaguely see the appearance of a person. He wears a pig face mask. What is even more terrifying is that the man has a half-meter-long mouth on the side. , mouth full of fangs.
"Good and evil, you hold him back, I'll go look for the door." The man standing in the middle seemed to be very confident in the two monsters, but before he could take a step, the woman in the sheep's head mask suddenly She stopped crying, and the tears that flowed from under the mask turned into blood.
"Good?" When the man in the blood mist looked back, he saw the woman exposed in front of the painter standing there, her goat head mask slowly falling off and falling to the ground together with her head.
"Goodness!" The dispersed blood mist rushed from all directions in an instant, protecting the evil on the other side. The man dared to approach the goodness only after making sure that he would not be seen by the painter, but it was too late.
"I don't like kindness, because my kindness has never been treated kindly." The painter tore off a piece of skin that was covered in bloodshots, and on it was painted the appearance of a woman with a sheep's head!
"There are only two left now."