The aura exuding from the woman behind the door is completely different from that of other top-notch red-dressed women. It is a kind of extreme evil. When your eyes fall on her, you will be involuntarily attracted, and then you will slowly sink and lose yourself.
She was dangerous, everyone who saw her knew this. But no one ran away, their bodies lost control the moment they saw her.
"Zhang Ya..."
Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, with sticky blood on his fingers, Chen Ge suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if what was reflected in his eyes was not a red-clothed ghost, but some kind of human emotion.
polymer.
She is in his eyes, so real, but yet he cannot touch her.
This strange feeling was not limited to Chen Ge. The other three top red-shirted ones in the ghost school all had abnormalities. Their unconscious reactions were not like meeting the same kind at all, but more like meeting fish living in shallow water.
A giant beast emerging from the deep sea.
"I remembered a legend related to the ghost school."
"In this school, there is a name that must not be mentioned. Everything related to her is taboo."
"Some people say she was the one who pushed the door, while others said she killed the person who pushed the door."
The artist looked at his last painting, on which the confused little ghost was looking around.
"One wrong step, this painting should have been left to her." The black arm behind the artist's back fell off from his body, and he took the initiative to peel off the will of the ghost school from his body.
"You want to give up?" The man in the blood mist was about to cry without tears. Most of his body had been assimilated with the blood mist. He paid a heavy price but gained nothing.
"The school's will is afraid that if we don't peel it off, I will also be affected." The painter's voice was still calm, and no one could guess his thoughts.
"Influence? Are the top red-shirts also afraid?"
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The wounded painter looked up at the door of the ghost school: "The blood-red world behind the door is a bottomless abyss. We live behind the door. I always thought that I was
Part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all staring into the abyss."
The black blood on his body flowed out little by little. In order to kill the good and the evil, the painter used his special ability and endured the sins accumulated over the years behind the door. He stared at the woman behind the door, digging his nails into the flesh.
"Why did you come back?"
The door that was about to break in half was held by a woman. The three evil spirits on the door panel seemed to be alive. The only remaining eye was blood red. Chains poured out from the evil spirits and wrapped around the woman's arms.
.
"Chance!"
The body of the hospital gown in the blood mist exploded, leaving only one head. He knew that he only had one chance to take action, so he no longer retained any strength. The blood mist around the ghost school was boiling, and a large amount of mist was also covered by the blood mist outside the bloody city.
He plundered.
At the same time, faint cries came from the depths of the bloody city. The man in the hospital gown looked ugly, gritting his teeth to hold back, forcing himself not to pay attention.
Two of the three top red-coated men joined forces to attack the woman, and in the end, the painter was left standing alone in the center of the ghost school.
He raised his arm, his fingertips full of painstaking efforts. He wanted to paint, but he could never move his arm.
"Why are you coming back!"
The black hair fell down, revealing a small half of the woman's face, and her black-red eyes were like stars reflected in the sea of blood.
The attack from Chang Wenyu and the hospital gown had arrived, but she looked straight at the painter.
Without saying a word or making any movement, he simply stared at the painter.
The raised arm was as motionless as if it were petrified, and the artist's heart blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the palm of his hand.
But even if all this precious hard work was wasted, the artist did not do anything. He did not paint.
When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face turned pale, and his dark eyes were full of cracks, like a broken crystal ball.
The bloody wind dried the painter's blood, and the woman's bright red lips outlined a thrilling smile. Her hand holding the door slowly pressed down, and the ghost school will and Chang Wenyu in the door whined at the same time, but she seemed completely
He couldn't hear anything, so he stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star ghost school.
"The door is the passage connecting the bloody world and reality. No one dares to be so blasphemous, you..." Hidden in the blood mist, with only his head left in the hospital gown, what else he wanted to say, 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 and saw a strand of black hair brushing the corner of his eyes. Turning around suddenly, he found countless black hairs coming out of his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.
"Ignore the blood mist? How did she find me? This is definitely not something Hongyi can do!"
The black hair was like an inescapable curse, trying to wrap the hospital gown into a living doll. He didn't know when he was struck by it.
In a moment of confusion, the back of the hospital gown was torn open, and he stared with scarlet eyes. Before he was wrapped in black hair, his head was transformed into blood mist, leaving only a tear-like thing.
The hospital gown was riddled with sin, but the tears in his head were crystal clear, as if they were his most precious memories.
Without the body, the hospital gown completely blended into the blood mist, and blood rained from the sky. 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 towards the door next to the woman.
The black and red skirt was wet with blood rain, and the woman's other hand slowly raised.
The boundless black hair is like an inverted ocean, unconsciously covering the entire sky.
She looked away from the painter, her flawless eyes staring at somewhere in the ghost school, her five slender fingers slowly clenched, and her black hair penetrated the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school inside.
She didn't look for the tear at all, but wanted to tear up the rain all over the sky!
With flying black hair and red clothes like blood, the woman stepped on the door of the ghost school and attacked everything around her without restraint.
"Painter!" Lin Sisi released Xu Yin and risked her life to come to the painter: "Why didn't you take action just now? You should have another chance..."
"It's useless." The painter's arms dropped weakly. He looked at the woman who had stepped on the door with a complicated expression: "I can only draw ghosts. That woman is about to become a vicious god."
"Fierce god?" This was the first time Lin Sisi heard this.
A trace of fear and desire flashed in the painter's eyes: "On top of the red clothes is the fierce god."
Black hair enveloped the sky, and black hair flooded the ground. Between the sky and the earth, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.
She is wearing a red dress, which is the only blood red in the world.