The top floor of the experimental building is the place closest to the sky, and it is also the place where you can touch another world with your hands.
The originally normal campus has begun to undergo mutations, with more and more students turning into bloodshot bodies and turning into ugly monsters.
They were wailing in the once peaceful campus. They were used to the beautiful things and could never imagine that they had suffered such pain.
Every second that the blood-red mirror covering the ghost school exists, several blood threads will shatter, and the memory contained in the blood threads will disappear, and the last trace of the owner of the memory in this world will be erased.
The artist's East and West campuses are undergoing irreversible collapse, and as the owner of the East and West campuses, the artist is standing on the top floor of the laboratory building.
He picked up the broken drawing board, and as he raised his palm, black and red blood appeared on the drawing board.
"You want to kill me?" Chang Wenyu sat on the edge of the building with her legs hanging in the air: "You have the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, but there are other half of the students whose will you cannot control. If you kill me, the will of the school will
Completely swallowed up by that city."
"I have never killed anyone, but many people have died because of me. I use a drawing board to record their last appearance, and occasionally take it out to appreciate it in my spare time." The painter grabbed the corner of the drawing board and dipped his pale fingers into the unfinished water on it.
Dried blood stains, he didn't seem to care at all what Chang Wenyu said, he just talked to himself and said what he wanted to say.
"You've never killed anyone?" Chang Wenyu crossed her legs and stretched her arms: "You can always find reasons for what you do. This is what I hate most about you."
The smell of blood on the roof of the experimental building became stronger and stronger. Chang Wenyu stood up, with blood-red flames burning in her eyes: "Do you know why I escaped from this school and came back in the end?"
The painter shook his head slightly.
"I saw some of the children's families outside the door. They were guarding the unconscious children and waiting for them to go home." Chang Wenyu stood on the edge of the building, with the reflection of the blood-red world above her head, and the world under her feet was collapsing into bloodshot
East and West Campus: "But I know this is impossible. The door restrains them. It seems to be salvation, but in fact it just sends them into deeper despair."
The long black hair was blown by the blood-red wind, Chang Wenyu's right eye was beating with red light, but black blood oozed from the socket of her gouged left eye: "So I came back, I can't save this place.
All children, all I can do is destroy this door, bury you all, and prevent our story from happening to anyone else."
Blood flowers bloomed on her coat bit by bit, and the expression on Chang Wenyu's face became more and more crazy: "We must destroy this place at all costs."
"Can you do it? If you lose the recognition of the ghost school's will, you will become weaker and weaker. What you learn in this school will eventually be returned to it." The painter's calm tone seemed to be just speaking.
It's the same as asking the other person if they have had breakfast.
"I don't need to be recognized by the will of the ghost school. As long as someone in this school recognizes me, it is enough." The atmosphere at the top of the laboratory building became increasingly tense, and Chang Wenyu was also ready to fight the painter.
"It's a good thing to have your own ideas, but why do you want to attract the ghosts in that city?" The painter looked past Chang Wenyu and looked at the bloody city outside the ghost school: "Strive for the recognition of the ghost school's will and become the new
Door pusher, this is a matter between us, why do you need to bring them together? Are you still afraid of me? "
"I know you won't make the same mistake again, so I only have this one chance to completely destroy this place before you become the new door pusher."
"Destroy the school door; attract the ghosts of the bloody city; contact all the red-clothed people who have resisted me and are qualified to become door pushers; is this all your plan?" The artist's hand moved gently on the drawing board.
: "Actually, I'm very curious about how you opened the main door of the school. All the evil ghosts will be suppressed by the will of the ghost school. No one can approach that door. This should be the only thing I didn't expect."
"Evil ghosts will be targeted, but living people are not necessarily." Chang Wenyu wiped the black blood flowing from his left eye socket: "I found the left eye of the door pusher in the ghost school, which has been hidden under the door all these years.
In addition, just to wait for this day, he was the one who pushed open the ghost school's door after all, and only his eyes could deceive the ghost school's will. So I asked a living person to hold the left eye of the door pusher and push the main entrance of the ghost school open.
A gap opened."
The blood flowers on Chang Wenyu's coat are blooming, and this top-notch red-coat is revealing her true appearance. But it seems that because she is in the east and west campus built by the painter, she is completely suppressed at this time, and the aura on her body is getting stronger and weaker.
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"I spent several years building this cemetery into a paradise, but you spent several years thinking about how to destroy everything." The painter sighed slowly: "It seems that I really can't have any expectations for you.
, if I want to concentrate on doing my own thing, I can only shut you up forever."
"Stop deceiving yourself. No one can create heaven. What you paint is just hell." Chang Wenyu stood closest to the sky, her coat almost completely turned red: "Painter, I started from the first time
When I see you, I know that the will of the school will definitely recognize you, because you are the only one in this school who still believes that the door is not a prison of despair. But what I didn't expect is that one day, you can do this, almost
Almost successful in taking control of everything.”
The painter did not reply this time, and his pale fingers moved on the drawing board.
"What are you doing?" Chang Wenyu's coat has not completely turned red except for her heart.
"I'm painting." The painter raised the worn drawing board in his hand: "I like to paint what they looked like before they died."
On the broken drawing board, there was a painting of a woman in red. One of her eyes was as red as blood, and the other eye was gouged out, leaving only a dark hole.
"What kind of death do you think she would like?"
The artist stabbed the heart of the woman in the painting with a finger dipped in blood. Chang Wenyu, who was standing on the edge of the building, fell backward at the same time, and crazy laughter burst out of her mouth.
"Then why do you think I'm delaying time on purpose?"
In the laughter, Chang Wenyu turned into a blood flower, her body shattered into countless blood threads, leaving only a coat in the air that was dyed red except for the heart.
"Have you known my ability, so you hid your heart in advance?" The artist looked at Chang Wenyu on the drawing board: "She lost her body, but she consumed one of my paintings..."
The painter did not look at the bloody clothes in the sky, but looked at the Ghost Correctional Gate. In the thick blood mist, a new threat was coming out of the blood-red city.