The shattered lenses fell like a torrential rain. Above the head was the broken sky, surrounded by a thick blood mist, and beneath the feet were twisted black thorns.
The entire ghost school is in the background, facing a blood-red city in front of it.
All the scenes that can only be seen in nightmares have become reality in the world behind the door. Doomsday is no longer enough to describe the tragic ghost school. Maybe this is another hell.
The evil body was broken, and countless evil spirits ran out of his stomach and danced around the ghost school. They were swearing at the evil body and cursing everything they saw.
At this moment, the paradise that the painter worked hard to build has completely collapsed. The sins buried in the depths of the garbage transfer station have been freed again. The darkest things in the hearts of those people have escaped. Show onlookers how dark human nature can be.
They were once hidden by the painter, and now they are released by the painter himself. They take revenge on the ghosts around them indiscriminately, whether they are students in the ghost school or outsiders.
These dirty things that ran out of the garbage transfer station, although everything they do is for venting, but at this special time, they also help the painter share a lot of pressure.
The monsters in the blood-colored city are menacing, but the most dangerous wave of attacks has been resolved by the painter. He used his special abilities to destroy the good, and also used the negative emotions accumulated over the years by the ghost school to abolish the evil, and now there is only one left. Down with the last enemy.
The arm is connected to the blood-red mirror, and the painter has the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, which is an important reason why he can support it until now.
As long as he doesn't step out of the ghost school, the painter can exert his extremely terrifying strength. Chang Wenyu can also do this. The painter is aware of this, so he wants to kill Chang Wenyu directly as soon as he comes up.
The world behind the door is terrifying step by step, any slight mistake will cause the soul to fly away, and the man in the blood mist will ruin his advantage because he underestimates the painter.
Good and evil were lost, but the man in the blood mist did not back down. In his opinion, this was an opportunity that could not be missed.
He was able to walk out of the city to the vicinity of the ghost school in a very short time, indicating that he only lived in the outer area of the city, and there must be monsters countless times more terrifying than him in that city.
If he can't win the ghost school in a short time, once he attracts the attention of the monsters in the center of the bloody city, this door will definitely be taken away by other "people".
The storm composed of blood mist was slowly approaching, the painter covered in scars silently looked at the center of the storm, his eyes slowly changed, blood threads pulled at the pupils, his dark eyes slowly melted, and only There was a deep black.
"Do you think I can't see you if you hide?"
The figure of the painter appeared on every mirror fragment that fell from the sky, and his dark eyes were fixed on a certain direction.
When the storm came, the painter didn't dodge or dodge. He didn't know what the opponent's ability was, and he didn't know how the other party would attack.
In this case, the best way to defend is to keep attacking, so that the opponent may die at any time and cannot use his abilities.
The painter had almost no defense, he was constantly looking for opportunities, but the man in the blood mist did not reveal any flaws, and the mirror fragments that fell from the sky could not get close to each other at all.
If you can't see it, you can't draw it, which should be one of the weaknesses of the painter.
"Your power comes from the will of the ghost school. Since you wrestled with evil, you have been relying on the mirror in the sky. Your power comes from there. It seems that what I want is also there." The man is extremely cunning. He has not shown his face from the beginning to the end, and has already mastered more and more information in secret. When he really makes a move, it must be the time to be sure.
The blood-colored storm touched the mirror in the sky. The man did not touch the painter head on. He was hiding in the storm to find any clues about the door.
"You are very smart, but also very stupid. Your greed far exceeds your ability." The painter moved his arm behind his back and stretched out the severed hand that was bitten by evil just now towards the mirror.
This time his arm reached into the artificial lake on the west campus.
The corpse floating on the lake was originally with its back facing down. When the painter's arm passed through the mirror and reached into the water, the corpse flipped over, revealing its own face.
That face surprised everyone, it was exactly the same as Fan Yu outside the door!
"Everyone's memories are ups and downs in their minds. That lake is the sea of memories of the ghost school. It contains the most ordinary memories of all the students, including the things I forgot." The painter's face is actually very similar to Fan Yu's, but because The temperament is completely different, so anyone who sees it will think that this is two people.
The arm that had just been bitten by evil grabbed the body in the artificial lake, the painter paused for a moment, and then slowly clenched his fingers.
The corpse turned into blood in the painter's palm and fell into the artificial lake drop by drop.
Ordinary memories were stinged, and the ordinary lake water became different from the past. First, microwaves swayed, and then it became turbid. Blood-red bubbles appeared on the lake, and gradually the entire lake became blood-colored.
"It's better for me to tear up my own paintings." The painter's arm suddenly fell, the mirror surface burst, and the blood-red lake water poured down.
All kinds of voices sounded in the ghost school, and the memories seemed to have life, and the distance from the sky to the earth was their life.
In this short period of time, the square's past turned into a fine rain, penetrating the storm and covering the ghost school.
The painter plundered the memories of everyone on the east and west campuses, and now he has returned them all with his own hands.
The students in the ghost school remembered a lot of forgotten things. These most boring times when they were alive turned into constant thoughts after death. It is these simple and ordinary things that constitute a different self.
The bloodshot in the blood-colored mirror began to collapse again in a large area. The will of the students was shaken, the mirror swayed, and there were only three places in the entire east and west campus that were relatively stable.
One is the experimental building where the painter once stayed, the other is the library where the blindfolded man lives, and the other is the dilapidated teaching building on the East Campus.
Lin Sisi and the monster on all fours from the garbage transfer station ran into the library. There was no one in the teaching building on the east campus, but there was no impact there. This was obviously abnormal.
"The door is hidden in the teaching building?" The man in the blood mist rushed towards the teaching building for the first time, but the painter did not stop him this time.
The raindrops of memory fell into the blood-colored storm, and no one but the painter noticed it, and the painter's figure was reflected in the depths of every drop of rainwater.
His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm, and his scarred lips slowly opened: "I see you."