Chapter 882: What Color Is Fate?

| | | -> -> The blood-colored eyeball hanging above the ghost school split from the middle and turned into a huge mirror covering the entire ghost school.

The surface of the mirror is blood-red. This side of the mirror is the blood-colored world behind the door, and the other side of the mirror is the Dongxi Campus imagined by the artist.

"The east and west campuses are only constructed by the painter using the remaining memories of the students. When the will of the school is severely damaged, the east and west campuses that he spent a lot of effort to build will naturally be affected."

Chen Ge looked up at the mirror in the sky, and the girl sitting on the top floor of the laboratory building on the other side of the mirror did the same.

"Chang Wenyu?"

A name flashed across Chen Ge's mind, and the girl was completely different from what Chen Ge imagined.

In the films shot by Chang Gu, Chang Wenyu has many personalities, but generally she is a quiet and lovely girl.

This should be how Chang Wenyu looked in Chang Gu's mind, and as an older brother, he actually didn't know his younger sister well. Due to various reasons, Chen Ge was misled.

The real Chang Wenyu is a girl who makes people don't want to get close at a glance. Her left eye was gouged out, leaving only a dark hole, and the right eye seemed to be burning with flames, hiding a kind of madness that was suppressed to the limit. No matter what kind of things the "people" can do, there is nothing in the world that can restrain them, and even they themselves cannot control themselves.

In comparison, the painter is another extreme. He doesn't say a word, as silent as a dead sea.

Even if the drawing board is broken, even if the school district that he has worked so hard to build is crumbling, even if the school's will is severely damaged, his expression has not changed from the beginning to the end.

The painter and Chang Wenyu are two extremes. When the ghost school has a big problem with its will and the whole ghost school is exposed in front of the Scarlet City, the two of them look down at their drawing board, as if recalling that they used this drawing board to draw The other sits on the edge of the building and looks up at the sky on the other side of the mirror, as if admiring this rare chaotic scene.

"Two lunatics." Chen Ge's gaze has shifted from the girl to the boy, and he can now be sure that there is definitely some kind of connection between the painter and Fan Yu.

They have exactly the same face, but their bodies are slightly different. Fan Yu may have kept his head down and a little hunchback because of his low self-esteem, while the painter looks a little more ordinary.

"I've seen Fan Yu outside the door with my own eyes, and I took him to eat and paint. I didn't expect such a thing to happen." Chen Ge couldn't take his eyes off the painter. He really couldn't figure it out. Fan Yu is still alive, so why is there a "Fan Yu" in the world behind the door? Moreover, the two have completely different personalities and abilities.

"It's that kid." The old headmaster also recognized Fan Yu, and besides being surprised, there was also a hint of guilt on his face.

"Principal, are you sure that Fan Yu being bullied at school has nothing to do with you?" Chen Ge pulled the principal to his side.

"I am the principal of Muyang Middle School. Everything that happens in the school is related to me. How can I not be responsible for his being bullied?" The old principal did not understand Chen Ge's words.

"I mean, did you do anything to hurt him directly or indirectly, for example, he asked you for help, but you ignored it because you were too busy..."

"If he had asked me for help, this tragedy would not have happened." The old principal also looked at Fan Yu: "He is a good boy."

"Since Fan Yu's bullying has nothing to do with you,

Then our plans will not be affected. "Chen Ge's eyes are firm: "I will do my best to make you the principal of the ghost school and dominate the will of the ghost school. You have also seen the situation here, none of them can bring salvation and liberation to the children, only you can. "

"I can't do it either. Every child has their own obsessions, and it's too difficult to get rid of them."

"At least you won't let them go astray and suffer more harm." Chen Ge said seriously: "There is no one more suitable than you, principal, you can regard this as the second Muyang Middle School."

"Okay, I'll try my best." The old headmaster had a wry smile on his face. He was just a half-length red-clothed man, while his competitors were all top-notch red-clothed.

"There are thirteen paintings in the studio, representing thirteen people who have the qualifications to be door pushers. Most of them don't need to care. We only need to pay attention to the painter and Chang Wenyu." Chen Ge started from entering the ghost school. Plan, now it is the most critical time for his plan.

"Then what are we going to do next?" The old headmaster was a little nervous.

"Let's find a safe place to stay first. Chang Wenyu dared to calculate the will of the ghost school. It is very likely that he reached an agreement with a monster in the Scarlet City. If the ghost school is going to be in chaos, we must preserve our strength." Chen Ge Leaving the students with them to stay together, they walked down the corridor to find a safe place.

The blood-colored fog washed over the ghost school wantonly, and the mirror above the head enveloped the campus, barely allowing the monsters in the blood-colored city to enter.

However, this blood-colored mirror is composed of the will of countless students. When the will is defeated, it will only collapse in an instant.

On the east and west campuses beyond the mirror, more and more students recalled their lost memories, and all kinds of negative emotions began to pour in. Bloody handprints appeared one after another on the walls between the east and west campuses, and all kinds of horrible, weird and bizarre things happened. start playing.

"This is what they really look like. Behind every good memory there is countless pain and despair. Fate is so fair and cruel." Chang Wenyu shook her legs, and she watched everything happily.

"Fate?" The painter raised his head slowly, his lips moved slightly, and said a few words: "Do you know the color of fate?"

"I don't know, it's probably red. I like red." Chang Wenyu looked back at the painter. Just hearing the tone of the conversation between the two, people who don't know may think that they are very good friends.

"Fate is white, what color you paint on it, it will become what color." The painter's voice can make people calm.

"So you used the will of the ghost school to tamper with their memories privately? Only keep the beautiful moments for them? How do you know that this is what they want? What qualifications do you have to tamper with other people's most precious things?" Chang Wenyu's memory seems to have been tampered with by the painter, which should be one of the reasons for their conflict: "Don't think that you are the person most recognized by the ghost school's will, and you should regard yourself as the god of this school!"

Faced with Chang Wenyu's questioning, the artist did not refute. He just lowered his head and picked up the broken drawing board: "How can there be any God in the world behind the door? Even if there is, it is just the occasional kindness of the devil."

When he finished speaking the last word, a pungent smell of blood emanated from somewhere on the drawing board.