Chapter 902: The Most Dazzling Red

The aura emanating from the woman behind the door is completely different from other top-level red clothes. It is an extreme evil. When the eyes fall on her, they will be involuntarily attracted, and then slowly sink and lose themselves.

She is dangerous and everyone who sees her knows it. But no one escaped, and the body lost control the moment they saw her.

"Zhang Ya..."

Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, with sticky blood stains on his fingers, Chen Ge suddenly had 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 own eyes, so real, but can't be touched.

This strange feeling is not limited to Chen Ge, the other three top red clothes in the ghost school all have abnormalities, and their unconscious reactions are not like meeting the same kind at all, but more like fish living in shallow water meeting A monster that rises from the deep sea.

"I'm reminded of a legend related to the school of psychic ghosts."

"In this school, there is a name that must never be mentioned, and everything related to her is taboo."

"Some people say that she is the person who pushed the door, and others say that she killed the person who pushed the door."

The painter looked at his last painting, and the little confused ghost on it was looking around.

"A wrong step, this painting should have been reserved for her." The black arm behind the painter fell off his body, and he took the initiative to strip the will of the ghost school from himself.

"You want to give up?" The man in the blood mist wanted to cry without tears. Most of his body had already assimilated with the blood mist. He paid a heavy price, but he didn't gain anything.

"The will of the school is afraid. If I don't take it off, I will be affected too." The painter's voice is still calm, and no one can guess his mind.

"Influence? Will the top red clothes be afraid?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The painter, covered in injuries, looked up at the gate of the psychic school: "The blood-red world behind the gate is a bottomless abyss. We live behind the gate. I always thought I was A part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all people who stare into the abyss."

The black blood on his body flowed out little by little. In order to kill good and 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 are you coming back?"

The door that was about to shatter in two was held down by a woman,

The three evil spirits on the door seemed to be alive, the only remaining one eye was blood red, chains gushed 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 had only one chance to make a move, so he no longer kept any strength. He robs.

At the same time, vague cries came from the depths of the Scarlet City, and the patient's uniform turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and forced himself not to pay attention.

Two of the three top red clothes teamed up to attack the woman, and in the end only the painter was left standing alone in the middle of the ghost school.

His arm was raised, his fingertips were full of blood, he wanted to paint, but there was no way to move his arm.

"Why did you come back!"

The black hair drooped, revealing a small half of the woman's face, and her black red eyes seemed to be reflected in the sea of ​​blood like stars.

The attack of Chang Wenyu and the hospital gown had already arrived, but she looked straight at the painter.

He didn't say a word, didn't take any action, just stared at the painter simply.

The raised arm remained motionless as if petrified, and the painter's blood flowed down the palm of his hand and fell to the ground drop by drop.

But even if all this precious painstaking effort was wasted, the painter didn't make any changes, he didn't paint.

When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face was pale, and his dark eyes were full of cracks, like shattered crystal balls.

The bloody wind dried the painter's blood, and the woman's bright red lips outlined a thrilling smile. She slowly pressed down on the hand holding the door, and the ghost school will and Chang Wenyu wailed at the same time, but she seemed completely As if he couldn't hear it, he stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star scene of the psychic ghost school.

"The door is the passage connecting the bloody world and reality. No one dares to blaspheme like this. You..." Hidden in the blood mist, the hospital gown with only his head left wanted to say something, but 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, a strand of black hair brushed by the corner of his eyes, and turned around suddenly, he found that there were 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 Hong Yi can do!"

The black hair was like an inescapable curse, he wanted to wrap the hospital gown into a living puppet, and he didn't know when he was hit.

In a moment of stupefaction, the back of his head in the hospital gown was torn open, and he stared at his scarlet eyes. Before he was wrapped in black hair, his head was also transformed into a blood mist, leaving only a tear-like thing.

The sick man was riddled with sins, but the tear in his head was crystal clear, as if it was his most precious memory.

Without a body, the hospital gown was completely melted into the blood mist, and the sky began to rain blood, and 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 beside the woman.

The black and red skirt was wet by the rain of blood, and the woman slowly raised her other hand.

The boundless black hair is like an inverted ocean, unknowingly covering the entire sky.

She looked away from the painter, her flawless eyes were fixed on somewhere in the ghost school, her five slender fingers were slowly clenched, and her black hair pierced through the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school inside.

She didn't look for that tear at all, but wanted to tear up the rain all over the sky!

With black hair fluttering and red clothes like blood, that woman stepped on the gate of the school of ghosts and unscrupulously attacked everything around her.

"Painter!" Lin Sisi released Xu Yin and risked his life to come to the painter's side: "Why didn't you make a move just now? You should have another chance..."

"It's useless." The painter's arm hangs down weakly. He looks at the woman who is stepping on the door with a complicated expression: "I can only draw ghosts, and that woman is about to become a fierce god."

"Fierce god?" Lin Sisi heard this for the first time.

A trace of fear and longing flashed in the painter's eyes: "On the red clothes, there is a fierce god."

The black hair wrapped the sky, and the black hair flooded the ground. Between the sky and the earth, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.

She was dressed in red, the only blood red in this world.

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