The man in the blood mist never imagined that the subordinate he valued most would be killed in an instant.
He recalled Chang Wenyu's words, the painter has a very terrifying special ability, and at a certain price, he can draw the people or ghosts he sees into the painting, depriving the other party of everything.
The limitation of this ability is very large, but Chang Wenyu didn't tell him what the limitation is, but only said that the artist can only use this ability three times in a period of time, which means that the other party can only draw three people.
"Shan didn't lose her soul, she was just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist checked the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman. He knew very well that the red-clothed soul would not leave any traces in this world, but Shan body remained.
"If Chang Wenyu didn't lie, the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, then there is nothing to be afraid of." The man put down his good body: "Chang Wenyu consumed the opponent's ability once in order to hold the painter. Shan has consumed one of his paintings just now, and now he only has one chance to use his abilities."
The thick blood mist obscured his sight, and the man at the head has been hiding in the thick fog, so far he has not revealed his true face: "It's a terrible ability, but it doesn't make any sense in the face of the absolute number gap, he finished the third painting. When he paints, it is when his soul is lost."
The blood mist that covered the evil slowly dissipated, and the man at the head almost brought evil to the painter's eyes. In his opinion, it was worth exchanging a life of evil for a painting by the painter.
"When I push open the unowned door and become a red-clothed person, I will find what you lost and let you regenerate on your own corpse."
These words of the man seemed to be aimed at evil, and after the man finished speaking, the monster who looked like a pig rushed towards the painter in a frenzy.
The blood mist churned, black liquid flowed out of the evil mouth, and his whole body exuded a stench. Contrary to the good, there was nothing attractive about this monster.
"The painter's special abilities are powerful, but his body is not too strong. Evil just restrains him. If goodness is still there, with the help of goodness, good and evil merge with each other, and even a red-clothed person can resist for a while. "The man in the blood fog can control the dense fog in the world behind the door, no matter what else, just this ability is mysterious enough: "Unfortunately, he must have seen the problem, so he didn't hesitate to waste an opportunity to paint. Reinvent the good."
The thick fog gathered around him, the man was like the center of the storm, he attracted all the blood fog around him, and then he entered the ghost school.
Black thorns paved the way underfoot, and the man and the evil approached the teaching building from two different directions.
The man in the blood mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he didn't expect was that the painter whose body had changed dramatically moved his footsteps and stood between him and the evil.
"You want to deal with both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist is very strong. He hasn't shown his true face yet. His identity and strength are a mystery. If it wasn't for the painter's terrifying ability, the battle might have ended long ago.
The painter didn't talk nonsense, he proved everything with his actions. His arms that reach the sky, under the stimulation of negative emotions, bulged black blood vessels one after another, and the aura of the painter was constantly getting stronger.
He wants to integrate the will of the ghost school, absorb all the unease and despair, and turn the negative emotions of all the ghost school students into his weapon.
There is an extraordinary power in human emotions, obsessions are born from this, and doors also appear.
"The disaster that the red clothes can withstand is limited, and without the recognition of the door, you can't bear the negative emotions deposited in the whole school, you will lose your senses, and you will be burst." The man in the blood mist waved his arm again, More figures vaguely appeared outside the ghost school: "There are countless ghosts in that city, they are twisted and crazy, and they are all greedy for this school. Even if you can stop me and evil, so what? As long as you If you are dragged, the will of those schools in the ghost school will be swallowed up, if you are dragged for a second, countless wills will dissipate, and as the will disappears, you will become weaker and weaker.”
The man in the blood mist didn't want to fight, but the painter didn't give him another chance to speak.
"Bang!"
The blood-colored mirror above his head shattered into a large piece, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed the evil with force.
The blood-colored mirror turned into countless crying wills at the moment of falling off. They became the knives in the hands of the painter, condensing a bloody glow in the process of waving them.
The mirror crossed Evil's body, cut open the pig face mask that Evil was wearing, and tore open the giant mouth on the side of the evil body, but just as the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, the mouth on the evil body side let out a sound. Beep softly.
Countless fine teeth bit the mirror surface, black liquid dripped on the mirror surface, the mirror surface composed of students' memories shattered instantly, and the afterimages of those children were engulfed by the giant mouth crying.
"Greed is a kind of evil. It can eat a lot of things. The more it eats, the stronger it becomes."
The giant mouth was healing rapidly, he swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.
"Want to swallow me too?"
The mirrors in the sky have long been fragmented, those buildings have become illusory, and only four places have not been greatly affected.
At this time, the painter took the initiative to stretch his arm behind to one of the places - the garbage transfer station in the middle of the east and west campuses.
"Real evil is not physical ugliness and flaws in human nature, but a simplicity without purpose. Pure evil, like the black on my drawing board, it has no more ideas, it is cold, evil, everything everything just because it's black."
The arm of the painter's back grabbed the garbage transfer station in the mirror, and the monster on all fours took advantage of the opportunity to completely destroy the door of the last room of the transfer station, and then fled in a hurry.
The mirror was broken, a fulcrum was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the east and west campuses poured into the painter's body.
The sinful souls roared, and they did not expect that the end of their short journey would be a stinking mouth.
Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, cursing, no language can shake the painter.
"I'm a painter, I need white and I need black, and it doesn't matter what color I use as long as I can finish the final painting."
Evil's body was stretched out, the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calmness on his face slowly disappeared.
The evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were all locked in by him. It was some unusable garbage, and it was the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.
"If you want to eat, then I'll let you eat enough!"