The man in the blood mist never expected that his most valued subordinate would be instantly killed upon meeting him.
He recalled Chang Wenyu's words that painters have a very terrifying special ability. They can paint the people or ghosts they see into paintings and deprive them of everything at a certain price.
The limitations of this ability are very large, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limitations were. He only said that the painter could only use this ability three times within a period of time, which meant that the other party could only draw three people.
"Shan didn't lose her soul, she was just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist looked at the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman. He knew very well that the soul in red would not leave any traces in this world after it was lost, but Shan
The body was preserved.
"If Chang Wenyu didn't lie, the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, so there is nothing to be afraid of." The man put down Shan's body: "Chang Wenyu consumed the painter's ability once in order to hold him back.
Just now Shan consumed another of his paintings, and now he only has one chance to use his ability."
The thick blood mist obscured his sight. The leading man has been hiding in the fog and has not revealed his true face: "It's a terrible ability, but it has no meaning in the face of the absolute numerical gap. He finished the third painting
When he was painting, that was when he was out of his mind."
The blood mist that blocked the evil slowly dissipated, and the leading man almost brought evil to the painter's eyes. In his opinion, it was worth exchanging evil's life for the painter's painting.
"When I push open that ownerless door and become the one in red, I will find what you have lost and let you be reborn on your own corpse."
These words of the man seemed to be addressed to evil. After the man finished speaking, the monster that looked like a man and a pig rushed towards the painter like crazy.
The blood mist was billowing, black liquid flowed from Evil's mouth, and his whole body exuded a foul stench. Contrary to Good, there was nothing attractive about this monster.
"The painter's special ability is powerful, but his body is not too strong. Evil just restrains him. It would be great if good is still there. With the help of good, good and evil merge with each other. Even the man in red can resist it for a while.
"The man in the blood mist can control the thick fog in the world behind the door. Regardless of other things, this ability alone is mysterious enough: "It's a pity, he must have seen the problem, so he didn't hesitate to waste an opportunity to paint.
Reinventing good.”
Thick fog gathered around me, and the man was like the center of the storm. He aroused all the blood fog around him, and then he entered the ghost school.
Black thorns paved the way under their feet, and the man and the evil approached the teaching building from two different directions.
The man in the blood mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he didn't expect was that the painter, whose body shape had changed dramatically, actually moved and stood between him and the evil.
"You want to deal with both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist is very strong. He has not yet revealed his true face. His identity and strength are both a mystery. If it were not for the painter's terrifying ability, this battle might have ended long ago.
The painter didn't talk nonsense and proved everything with his actions. The arms on his back reached the sky, and under the stimulation of negative emotions, black blood vessels bulged out. The aura on the painter's body continued to get stronger.
He wants to integrate the ghost school's will, absorb all the uneasiness and despair, and turn the negative emotions of all ghost school students into his own weapons.
Human emotions contain an extraordinary power, which gives rise to obsessions and doors.
"The disaster that Hong Yi can endure is limited. Without the approval of the sect, you cannot bear the negative emotions accumulated in the whole school. You will lose your mind and be burst." The man in the blood mist waved his arm again,
More figures vaguely appeared outside the ghost school: "There are countless ghosts in that city, they are twisted and crazy, and they are all greedy for this school. Even if you can stop me and evil, what can you do? As long as you
If you are held back, the will of those schools in the ghost school will be swallowed up. If you are held for a second, countless wills will dissipate. As the will disappears, you will become weaker and weaker."
The man in the blood mist didn't want to fight, but the painter didn't give him a chance to speak.
"Bang!"
A large piece of the blood-colored mirror above his head broke into pieces. An arm behind the artist grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed the evil force hard.
The blood-colored mirror turned into countless crying wills at the moment it fell off. They became the knife in the painter's hand, condensing a bloody light during the swing.
The mirror cut across Evil's body, cut open the pig-faced mask that Evil was wearing, and tore open the giant mouth on Evil's side. But just when the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, a sound came from the mouth on Evil's side.
Sound softly.
Countless fine teeth bit the mirror, and black liquid dripped on the mirror. The mirror composed of students' memories was instantly shattered, and the afterimages of those children cried out and were swallowed up by the giant mouth.
"Greed is a kind of evil. It can eat a lot of things. The more it eats, the stronger it becomes."
The giant mouth was healing rapidly. He swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.
"Want to swallow me too?"
The mirror in the sky has long been fragmented, and the buildings have become illusory. Only four places have not been greatly affected.
At this time, the painter took the initiative to extend his arm behind his back to one of the places - the garbage transfer station located between the east and west campuses.
"The real evil is not physical ugliness and flaws in human nature, but a kind of simplicity without purpose. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board, it has no more ideas, it is cold, evil, everything
Everything, just because it is black."
The arm on the painter's back grabbed hold of the garbage transfer station in the mirror, and the monster on all fours completely destroyed the door of the last room of the transfer station, and then fled in a hurry.
The mirror was broken, a fulcrum was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the East and West campuses poured into the painter's body. With a ferocious face, he used his own body as an intermediary to stuff all the sins and curses into the mouth of evil.
The sinful souls were roaring. They did not expect that the end of their short journey would be a smelly giant mouth.
Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, cursing, no words can make the painter shaken.
"I am a painter. I need white and black. As long as I can complete the final painting, it doesn't matter what color I use."
Xie's body was stretched, the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calmness on his face slowly disappeared.
All the evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were imprisoned by him with his own hands. They were garbage that could not be used and were the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.
"If you want to eat, I'll let you eat as much as you like!"