Chapter 886 You Can Call Me a Painter

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The students in the ghost school fled in a hurry, but where could they escape?

Evasion is just to delay the time when the ghosts are scattered. The monsters in the Scarlet City don't need the will of the ghost school, and everything is nourishment for them to swallow.

The ghost school gate hit the wall, and the high walls on both sides of the gate were crushed by black thorns. The man stepped into the ghost school with his left foot, and the bloody fog behind him was like a red tide.

"It was a lot easier than expected."

A thick fog enveloped his body, and he could only see a blurry figure. His head turned slowly, and finally seemed to be looking at the blood-colored mirror above his head.

"Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and only you are going to build heaven." The man's voice carried a sneer: "If you really saw heaven, you wouldn't be abandoned behind the door."

He raised his footsteps and continued to move forward. There were no ghosts in the ghost school who stood up to stop him, whether it was the lonely wild ghosts taken in by the ghost school, or the red clothes born in the ghost school.

More and more cracks appeared on the mirror surface in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror kept collapsing. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and the others, nothing could be changed.

"It seems that there is no need to support it anymore." The painter stood on the top floor of the laboratory building, looked at the collapsing East and West Campus, 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 yet."

His fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless bloodshots rushed to the painter. When his fingers stretched out from the other side of the mirror, they were already stained with blood.

"This painting is ruined, just paint another one, I need a new drawing board, and new paint." The body is wearing a lens surface, and the artist's coat is completely dyed red.

The painters in the east and west campuses give people the impression of a dead sea, silent and calm, but he who walks out of the mirror gives people another feeling, which is hard to describe, and his every move makes people unwilling to approach.

After the painter left the east and west campuses, the mirrors in the sky began to fall off in large pieces, as if it was raining blood.

"Have you given up?" The person in the blood mist didn't come forward immediately, he looked up at a certain place in the ghost school, and seemed to smell something.

The figure of the painter on the experimental building has disappeared, but every fragment of the mirror that falls in the air reflects the figure of the painter.

When the first fragment of the mirror fell on the ground of the ghost school, the fragments turned into countless fine blood threads, and the figure of the painter appeared in front of the teaching building.

He stood alone in the open space in front of the ghost school building, blood mist hit his body, black thorns spread around, but he did not dodge like other ghosts.

"The will of the ghost school has been split. You killed your last hope with your own hands. Chang Wenyu was hit hard. How can you stop a city by yourself?" The man in the blood mist stopped in his tracks: "You can be like Like Chang Wenyu, escape from this place, I know there must be other exits in the ghost school."

"Exit?" The painter's coat was dyed red, and blood threads intertwined on his body, covering his heart: "Isn't the place where you stand is the exit of the ghost school?"

The fragments of the mirror fell on the painter's body, drawing bloodstains one after another. The distance between the sky and the earth has never been as short as it is now, so short that there is only one person in the middle.

"I'm the ghost everyone in this school fears,

So when all of them are scared, I will be at the forefront of them. "

The arms opened suddenly, and bloodshot arms stretched out from behind the painter, dispelling the blood mist and propping up the mirror above his head!

"Let's go together, I will use your blood to complete my new painting"

Without more words, the painter who propped up the sky rushed to the ghost correction gate, and countless wills roared following the painter's voice.

The world in the mirror is roaring, and countless negative emotions pour into the painter's body like a black waterfall along the arm behind his back!

"I don't like this look, but who in this world can always be who I like."

A hideous face appeared on the painter's body, they bit the painter's body, pouring all the pain and hatred into the painter's body!

"Whoever has never been nourished by the dead bones of the grave, who has never been rooted and grown in the flesh and blood, 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, ferocious grimaces gnawed at the body under the red clothes, every crack hid a chilling despair, every wound began to grow a ferocious human face!

"What kind of ability is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said?" The voice of the man in the blood mist was different from before, and things changed unexpectedly: "You painted those dead people on your body? ! Can you obtain their power? No, you have endured their pain and despair! They are eating your body!"

His question was doomed to have no answer, and the painter rushed into the blood mist in an instant.

"I just want that unowned door, why do you come out to stop 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 blood-colored city revealed their true faces.

One of them is wearing a sheep's head mask. She has a perfect figure, with red lines on her skin, she looks very weak, and tears are constantly oozing from under the sheep's head mask.

This woman doesn't seem to have her own face, and the sheep's head mask seems to have become a part of her body.

The other monster is huge, like a human and a pig, with all fours on the ground, and he can vaguely see the appearance of a human. He is wearing a pig face mask. What is even more frightening is that a half-meter-long mouth was split on the side of this man. , with a mouth full of fangs.

"Good and evil, hold him back, I'll look for 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's head mask suddenly The crying stopped, 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 painter standing in place, her sheep's head mask slowly fell off, and fell to the ground together with her head.

"Good!" The dispelled blood mist rushed from all directions in an instant, protecting the evil on the other side. The man dared to approach the good after making sure that he would not be seen by the painter, but it was too late.

"I don't like kindness, because my kindness has never been treated kindly." The painter tore off a piece of blood-wrapped skin from his heart, and on it was a picture of a woman with a sheep's head!

"Now there are only two left."