Chapter 887: Black

The man in the blood mist never expected that his most valued subordinate would be instantly killed just by meeting him.

He recalled Chang Wenyu's words that the painter has a very terrifying special ability, which can draw the person or ghost he sees into the painting at a certain price, depriving the other party of everything.

The limitation of this ability is very large, but Chang Wenyu didn't tell him what the limitation is, but said that the painter can only use this ability three times in a period of time, which means that the other party can only draw three people.

"Goodness doesn't have a soul, she is just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist checked the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman. He knew very well that the red clothes would not leave any traces in this world after the soul disappeared, but goodness body remained.

"If Chang Wenyu didn't lie, and the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, then there is nothing to be afraid of." The man put down his good body: "Chang Wenyu consumed the opponent's ability once in order to hold the painter back. Just now, Shan consumed one of his paintings, and now he only has one chance to use his ability."

Thick blood mist covered his sight, and the leading man has been hiding in the thick fog, and has not revealed his true face so far: "It's a terrible ability, but it doesn't make any sense in the face of the absolute difference in numbers. He finished the third painting When he was painting, it was when he was out of his wits."

The blood mist that covered the evil slowly dissipated, and the leading man almost sent the evil to the painter's eyes. In his opinion, it was worthwhile to exchange one of the evil's lives for a painting by the painter.

"When I push open the unowned door and become the one in red, I will find your lost things and let you be reborn on my own corpse."

The man's words seemed to speak to the evil, and after the man finished speaking, the monster who looked like a man and a pig rushed towards the painter madly.

Blood mist billowed, black liquid flowed out of Evil's mouth, and his whole body exuded a stench. Contrary to Kindness, 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 goodness is still there. With the help of goodness, goodness and evil blend together. Even a person 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 should have seen the problem, so he didn't hesitate to waste a chance to paint. Reinventing the good."

Thick fog gathered around him, that man was like the center of a storm, he stirred up all the blood fog around him, and only then did he enter the ghost school.

Black thorns paved the way under their feet, and the man and evil approached the teaching building from two different directions.

The man in the blood mist avoided the painter on purpose, but what he didn't expect was that the painter, whose body had changed dramatically, 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 revealed his true face so far. His identity and strength are a mystery. If it is not for the painter's terrifying ability, this battle may have ended long ago.

The painter didn't talk nonsense, and he proved everything with his actions. Under the stimulation of negative emotions, the arms reaching the sky on his back bulged out black blood vessels, and the aura on the painter's body was getting stronger and stronger.

He wants to integrate the will of the ghost school, absorb all anxiety and despair, and turn the negative emotions of all ghost school students into his own weapon.

There is an extraordinary power in human emotion, and obsession is born because of this, and doors are also born because of this.

"The disasters that red clothes can withstand are limited, and they have not been recognized by the sect.

You can't bear the negative emotions accumulated in the whole school, you will lose your mind and be exploded. "The man in the blood mist waved his arm again, and more figures appeared faintly 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, so what? As long as you are dragged, the will of those schools in the ghost school will be swallowed. If you are dragged 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.

"Boom!"

A large piece of the blood-colored mirror above his head shattered, and an arm behind the artist grasped the broken mirror and stabbed at the evil forcefully.

The moment the blood-colored mirror fell off, it turned into countless crying wills, and they became the knives in the painter's hands, condensing a bloody light in the process of swinging.

The mirror crossed the body of the evil, cut the pig face mask worn by the evil, and tore open the giant mouth on the side of the evil body, but when the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, a sound came out from the mouth on the side of the evil body softly.

Countless fine teeth bit the mirror, black liquid dripped onto the mirror, and the mirror composed of the memories of the students shattered instantly, and the afterimages of those children were swallowed by the giant mouth, crying.

"Greed is a kind of evil. It can eat a lot of things. The more you eat, the stronger it becomes."

The giant mouth was healing rapidly, he swallowed the mirror, and bit the painter's arm in one bite.

"You want to swallow me too?"

The mirror surface in the sky has long been fragmented, and those buildings have become unreal, only four places have not been greatly affected.

At this time, the artist took the initiative to stretch the arm behind his back to one of the places - the garbage transfer station in the middle of the east and west campuses.

"The real evil is not the ugliness of the body and the flaws in human nature, but a purposeless simplicity. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board, it has no more thoughts, it is cold, evil, everything everything, just because it's black."

The arm on the painter's back grabbed the garbage transfer station in the mirror, and the monster on all fours took advantage of the opportunity to completely destroy the door of the last room of the transfer station, and then fled in a panic.

The mirror was shattered, a fulcrum was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the east and west campuses poured into the painter's body. With a hideous face, he used his body as an intermediary to stuff all the sins and curses into the evil mouth.

Sinful souls roared, little did they imagine that the end of their short journey would be a fetid maw.

Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, cursing, no words can shake the artist.

"I am a painter. I need white and black. As long as I can finish the final painting, it doesn't matter what color I use."

Evil's body was stretched, and the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calmness on his face gradually disappeared.

He locked all the evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station with his own hands. They are unusable garbage, and they are the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.

"If you want to eat, I'll let you eat as much as you want!"