The students in the ghost school fled in panic, but where could they escape to?
Avoiding only delays the time when the soul is gone. The monsters in the bloody city do not need the will of the ghost school. Everything is nourishment for them to swallow.
The gate of the ghost school hit the wall, and the high walls on both sides of the gate collapsed under the weight of black thorns. The man stepped into the ghost school with his left foot, and the bloody fog behind him was like a red tide.
“Much easier than expected.”
Heavy fog enveloped his body, and he could only see a vague figure. His head turned slowly, and finally he seemed to be looking at the blood-colored mirror above his head.
"Every ghost behind the door is building hell. Only you can build heaven." There was a hint of ridicule in the man's voice: "If you had really seen heaven, you would not be abandoned behind the door."
He raised his steps and continued to move forward. No evil ghost in the ghost school stood up to stop him, whether it was the lonely ghosts who were taken in by the ghost school or the red clothes born in the ghost school.
More and more cracks appeared on the mirror in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror continued to collapse. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and the others, nothing could be changed.
"It seems there is no need to hold on any longer." The painter stood on the top floor of the laboratory building, looking at the crumbling east and west campuses, and suddenly raised his hand.
His fingertips touched the sky of the East and West campuses. It was a mirror, a mirror composed of countless memories and wills.
"This is not heaven yet, this is just a painting of mine, a painting that I haven't decided on a name for yet."
His fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless bloodshot threads rushed towards the painter. When his fingers stretched out from the other side of the mirror, they were already covered with blood.
"This painting is ruined. Just paint another one. I need a new drawing board and new paints." The body penetrated the mirror and the painter's coat was completely stained red.
The painters in the East and West campuses give people the impression of being in a dead sea, silent and calm. When he steps out of the mirror, he gives people a different feeling, which is hard to describe. Every move he makes makes people reluctant to get close to him.
After the painter left the East and West campuses, large pieces of the mirror in the sky began to fall off, as if it was raining blood.
"Have you given up?" The man in the blood mist did not step forward immediately. He looked up at somewhere in the ghost school, as if he smelled something.
The figure of the painter on the experimental floor has disappeared, but every fragment of the mirror falling in the air reflects the figure of the painter.
When the first mirror fragment fell on the ground of the ghost school, the fragments turned into countless fine bloodshot fibers, and the painter's figure appeared in front of the teaching building.
He stood alone in the open space in front of the ghost school building. The blood mist hit his body and black thorns spread around him, but he did not dodge like other ghosts.
"The will of the ghost school has been divided. You destroyed your last hope with your own hands. Chang Wenyu was severely injured. How can you stop a city by yourself?" The man in the blood mist stopped and said: "You can totally do it like this.
Like Chang Wenyu, escape from this place, I know there must be other exits from the ghost school."
"Exit?" The painter's coat was dyed red, bloodshot threads intertwined on his body, covering his heart: "Isn't where you are standing the exit of the ghost school?"
The fragments of the mirror fell on the painter, leaving traces of blood. The distance between heaven and earth has never been so short, so short that there is only one person in the middle.
"I am the ghost that everyone in this school is afraid of, so when all of them are afraid, I will stand at the front of them."
His arms suddenly opened up, and blood-streaked arms stretched out from behind the artist, dispersing the blood mist and holding up the mirror above his head!
"Come together, I will use your blood to complete my new painting."
Without any more words, the painter who held up the sky took the initiative to rush towards the Ghost Correctional Gate, countless wills roaring following the painter's voice.
The world in the mirror is roaring, and countless negative emotions pour into the painter's body like black waterfalls along the arms on his back!
"I don't like this look, but who in this world can always be who they like."
One after another, ferocious faces appeared on the painter's body. They bit into the painter's body and injected all the pain and hatred into the painter's body!
"Who has never drawn nourishment from the bones of the tomb, who has never taken root in flesh and blood and grown up. I have seen countless hells, but it is precisely because of this that I want to find heaven!"
Black cracks appeared on the red clothes, and ferocious faces gnawed at the body under the red clothes. Every crack hid a chilling despair, and ferocious human faces began to grow in every wound!
"What ability is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said?" The man's voice in the blood mist was different from before, and things took an unexpected turn: "You drew those dead people on your body?
!Can you gain their power? No, you endured their pain and despair! It’s them who are eating your body!”
His question was destined to have no answer, and the painter rushed into the blood mist in an instant.
"I only want that ownerless door, why would you come out to block it?" The man in the blood mist waved his arms, and the other two figures behind him walked forward.
Where the painter passed by, the blood mist dispersed, and the two monsters walking out of the bloody city revealed their true faces.
One of them was wearing a sheep-head mask. She had a perfect figure and red lines on her skin. She looked very weak. Tears were constantly seeping out from under the sheep-head mask.
This woman seems to have no face of her own, and the sheep-head mask seems to have become a part of her body.
Another monster is huge, like a human and a pig. It is on all fours. It can vaguely look like a human. He wears a pig face mask. What is even more terrifying is that a half-meter-long mouth is split on the side of this man.
, the mouth is full of fangs.
"Good, evil, you hold him, I'll go find that door." The man standing in the middle seemed to be very confident in the two monsters, but before he could take a step, the woman wearing the sheep-head mask suddenly
He stopped crying, and the tears flowing from under the mask turned into blood.
"Good?" When the man in the blood mist looked back, he happened to see the woman exposed in front of the artist standing there, her sheep-head mask slowly falling off, and falling to the ground together with her head.
"Good!" The dispelled blood mist surged from all directions in an instant, protecting the evil on the other side. The man dared not approach the good until he made sure that he would not be seen by the painter, but it was already too late.
"I don't like kindness, because my kindness has never been treated kindly." The artist tore off a piece of skin wrapped in blood on his heart, and there was a picture of a sheep-headed woman on it!