The aura emanating from the woman behind the door is completely different from other top red clothes. It is a kind of extreme evil. When eyes fall on her, they will be attracted involuntarily, and then slowly sink and lose themselves.
She is dangerous, and everyone who sees her knows that. But no one fled, and the body lost control the moment it saw her.
"Zhang Ya..."
Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, his fingers were stained with sticky blood, Chen Ge suddenly felt a very strange feeling, as if the reflection in his eyes was not a red-clothed ghost, but some kind of human emotion. polymer.
She is in her eyes, so real, but she can't touch it.
This kind of strange feeling is not limited to Chen Ge. The other three top red clothes of the ghost school are abnormal. Their unconscious reactions are not like encountering a similar kind, but more like a fish living in shallow water. A monster that emerges from the deep sea.
"I remembered a legend related to the psychic school."
"In this school, there is a name that must never be mentioned, and everything related to her is taboo."
"Some people say she's the pusher, others say she killed the pusher."
The artist looked at his last painting, where the confused little ghost was looking around.
"One wrong step, this painting should have been left to her." The black arm behind the painter fell off his body, and he took the initiative to strip the ghost school's will from himself.
"You want to give up?" The man in the blood mist wanted to cry without tears. Most of his body had been assimilated with the blood mist, and he paid a heavy price, but he did not gain anything.
"The school's will is afraid. If I don't peel it off, I will also be affected." The painter's voice was still calm, and no one could guess his mind.
"Influence? Will the top red clothes be afraid too?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The wounded painter looked up at the door of the psychic ghost school: "The blood-red world behind the door is a bottomless abyss, we live behind the door, and I always thought I was Part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all people staring into the abyss."
The black blood on his body leaked out little by little. In order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special ability and endured the sins accumulated behind the door over the years. He stared at the woman behind the door, his nails dug into the flesh.
"Why are you coming back?"
The door that was about to shatter in two was held down by the woman. The three-headed evil spirit on the door panel seemed to be alive. The only remaining eye was blood red, and chains poured out of the evil spirit and wrapped around the woman's arm. .
"Chance!"
The hospital gown in the blood mist exploded, leaving only one head. He knew that he had only one chance to make a move, so he no longer retained any strength. He plunders.
At the same time, there was a faint cry from the depths of the blood-colored city, and the patient gown looked ugly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself not to pay attention.
Two of the three top red shirts joined forces to attack the woman, and in the end, only the painter was left standing alone in the center of the ghost school.
His arm was raised, and his fingertips were full of blood. He wanted to paint, but he couldn't move his arm.
"Why are you coming back!"
The black hair fell down, revealing the woman's small face, and the black and red eyes seemed to be reflected in the stars in the sea of blood.
Chang Wenyu and the hospital gown's attack had arrived, but she stared straight at the painter.
Not a word, not a single action, just staring at the painter.
The raised arm was as still as petrified, and the blood of the painter's heart fell to the ground drop by drop along the palm of his hand.
But even if all this precious heart and blood was wasted, the painter did not change anything, he did not go to paint.
When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face was pale, and his dark eyes were full of cracks, like a broken crystal ball.
The blood-colored wind dried the painter's blood, and the woman's red lips outlined a thrilling smile. She held the door and slowly pressed it down. The ghost school in the door and Chang Wenyu whined at the same time, but she seemed to be completely As if he couldn't hear it, he stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star psychic ghost school.
"The door is the passage that connects the blood-colored world and reality. No one dares to blaspheme like this, you..." Hidden in the blood mist, only the hospital gown left on his head wanted to say something, he suddenly found himself opening his mouth, but He couldn't make a sound, and there seemed to be something stuck in his throat.
He looked down, a strand of black hair brushed the corner of his eyes, and turned around abruptly, he found that countless black hairs were coming out of his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.
"Ignore the blood fog? How did she find me? This is definitely not something that Hongyi can do!"
The black hair was like an inescapable curse. He wanted to wrap the hospital gown into a living puppet. He didn't know when he was hit.
It was a stunned effort, the back of the hospital gown was torn open, he stared at scarlet eyes, and before he was wrapped in black hair, his head was also transformed into a blood mist, leaving only a tear-like thing.
The sick man was full of sins, but the tear in his head was crystal clear, as if it was his most precious memory.
Without the body, the hospital gown was completely integrated into the blood mist, and blood rained from the sky, and the most vicious curse was hidden in every drop of rain.
"You can't stop me!"
The tear was hidden in the rain and rushed to the door beside the woman.
The black and red skirt was wet by the rain of blood, and the woman's other hand slowly lifted.
Boundless black hair is like an upside-down ocean, covering the entire sky unknowingly.
She looked away from the painter, her flawless eyes stared at somewhere in the ghost school, five slender fingers slowly clenched, and the black hair penetrated the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school.
She didn't look for that tear at all, but wanted to tear up all the rain!
Black hair fluttering, red clothes like blood, the woman stepped on the door of the psychic ghost school and attacked everything around her recklessly.
"Painter!" Lin Sisi let out Xu Yin and rushed to the painter's side: "Why didn't you do it just now? You should have another chance..."
"It's useless." The painter's arms were weak. He looked at the woman who stepped on the door under his feet with a complicated expression: "I can only draw ghosts, that woman is about to become a fierce god."
"Ferocious God?" Lin Sisi heard this for the first time.
A trace of fear and longing flashed in the painter's eyes: "Above the red robe, there is a fierce god."
The black hair wrapped the sky, and the black hair submerged the ground. Between the sky and the ground, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.
She was wearing a red dress, the only blood red in this world.