Not only Zhou Tu, but also the first thirteen easels in the center of the studio began to show abnormalities.
Blood spread on the canvas, and the originally upside-down picture gradually changed. The normal half of the picture was submerged in blood, and screams and wailings continued to be heard from the canvas.
"Teacher Bai, what on earth is going on?"
The paintings in the oil painting room are all divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is exactly the same as in reality, but the lower part is blood red.
When the blood began to spread, the bloody figures in the lower half of the painting all crawled to the other side of the painting along with the blood.
They used various methods and used tools in the paintings to kill their seemingly normal selves.
The upside-down world was destroyed, and what was even weirder was that more and more bloodshot eyes emerged from the bodies of the killed characters in the oil painting, and they all flocked to the fourteenth easel.
The pattern on the canvas becomes clear, and the red dress seems to be some kind of taboo, and everyone's blood must be used to make her appear.
"Bang!"
The pale Zhou Tu was thrown to the ground with bloodshot eyes. His body was highly deformed, like a sponge that had been squeezed hard.
The blood mist that originally enveloped him became thicker and slowly drifted into the fourteenth easel.
The woman's long skirt was outlined with blood, lifelike, like a sea of blood rising and falling.
Screaming faces were engraved on the hem of her skirt, and beneath her feet lay the souls screaming in pain, like a flower blooming in the deepest depths of despair.
Compared with everything around her, she seemed so different.
Standing in a cage filled with curses and negative emotions, that bloody dress was the brightest red in the world.
"this painting……"
As the blood streaks gather, the fourteenth oil painting becomes clearer and clearer.
The overturned desk, the broken mirror on the ground, she stood barefoot in the center of the abandoned school.
The blood-red skirt clung to her body, and she raised her snow-white neck like a blood-red swan.
Only the woman's back is shown in the painting. Everything in the previous thirteen paintings is used to outline her back.
Standing blankly in front of the oil painting, Chen Ge couldn't help but walk towards the fourteenth painting. He was very sure in his heart that the woman in that painting was Zhang Ya!
"Everyone is here. The people I have saved, the people who saved me, the people I killed, and the people who killed me are all here."
The man's voice sounded again. When he said the first sentence, his voice was still male, but as he continued, his voice became neutral.
This sound seems to be formed by countless voices mixed together, but most of the time, the male voice dominates.
"Who are you? Why do you know what she looks like?" Chen Ge stood next to the fourteenth oil painting: "Where is she?"
Zhang Ya was sleeping in his shadow, and Chen Ge was worried that the other party would take this opportunity to attack Zhang Ya. After all, there might be someone in red in this school.
There was no response, and the sound slowly disappeared amid the ticking sound of blood.
All the paintings in the oil painting room were covered with blood. Reason and art were violently destroyed, leaving only patches of blood stains.
"Why is the fourteenth painting Zhang Ya? Is this something they had planned for a long time?" In the four-star scene, Chen Ge looked very small. Even with many club members around him, he was still very uneasy, but
He hid his uneasiness.
Before things came to a conclusion, Chen Ge would never reveal his true thoughts, but this time it was different. After seeing the other party's drawing of Zhang Ya, his heart suddenly lifted.
"The Psychic Ghost School is related to Zhang Ya! This time Zhang Ya is not the trump card, but one of the chess pieces on the chessboard."
The fourteen paintings represent fourteen people. One of the paintings has Lin Sisi's signature on it, and another painting shows Zhou Tu's death. Some of the owners of the paintings have been met by Chen Ge, and some may be in the past.
I just passed him by in this school.
They are both competitors and partners. In order to achieve the ultimate goal, all of them will do whatever it takes.
"The rules of the ghost school are substitution and escape. The person who will bear the hatred of the whole school in the end should be selected from these fourteen 'painters'."
Chen Ge didn't know what he was going to face. Everyone in the ghost school was looking for a scapegoat, so he suspected that the owner of the school also had this plan. After all, the person who opened the door had been swallowed by Zhang Ya. Fundamentally,
After all, the so-called master of the academy is just a substitute.
"The four-star scene is very large and continues to expand. Carrying such a door will probably require unimaginable negative emotions."
The oil painting room is located in the deepest part of the corridor of the laboratory building. The changes here are gradually spreading to the entire floor. The bright red oil paint penetrates into the walls, and blood threads run through the walls, as if they are some kind of extremely powerful plant that grows rapidly by sucking nutrients from corpses.
Same.
The figures in the painting are bleeding, they are slapping the canvas hard, their expressions are hideous and terrifying, but they are unable to escape from the painting.
"Let's go... let's go!" The skinny Zhou Tu woke up from his coma. He raised his skinny arm and grabbed Zhang Ju next to him: "It's started, the painter has started."
"Painter?" Zhang Ju was sure that this was the first time he heard this name, but for some reason, after hearing these two words, his body started to tremble instinctively.
The top half-dressed man in red was trembling just because he heard a name. This was simply unimaginable to Chen Ge.
"Leave here first." Chen Ge motioned to Zhang Ju and Zhu Long to take Zhou Tu. He was the first to rush to the door of the oil painting studio and opened the door. A stench and cold air poured into the room, making Chen Ge retreat involuntarily.
A few steps.
Looking carefully, a man wearing red work clothes stood sideways outside, his upper body tilted, lying on the door panel and eavesdropping.
"Red..."
Chen Ge had met this man in red when he first entered the laboratory building, but he was luckier last time and managed to escape.
"Are you also a staff member of the school? It's not safe here. If you want to have a good chat with us, we can go elsewhere." Chen Ge tried to communicate with the other party, but before he could finish speaking, something suddenly floated behind him.
There's a smell of blood.
"careful!"
Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood beside Chen Ge, one on the left and one on the right, with a grimace under their feet.
Looking down, Chen Ge realized that the man in red outside the door seemed to like collecting the faces of living people.
On the ground around him, there were faces crowded with blood.
"Ding dong ding dong..."
The sound of metal colliding came from Hong Yi's waist, and his blood red overalls were blown open by the wind, revealing various dissection tools hidden underneath.