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

Dodging only delays the time for the soul to fly away, and the monsters in the Scarlet City don't need the will of the ghost school, everything is nourishment for them to devour.

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

"It's a lot easier than expected."

The fog enveloped his body, and only a vague figure could be seen, his head slowly turning, and finally seemed to look at the blood-colored mirror above his head.

"Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and it's only you who builds heaven." There was a hint of mockery in the man's voice: "If you had really seen heaven, you would not have been abandoned behind the door." ”

He raised his steps and continued to move forward, and there were no powerful ghosts in the ghost school who stood up to stop him, whether it was the lonely ghosts who were 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 a few others, they couldn't change anything.

"It seems that there is no longer any need to support it." The painter stood on the top floor of the experimental building, looking at the East and West campuses that were crumbling, and suddenly raised his hand.

His fingertips touched the sky of the East and West Campus, a mirror, a mirror made up of countless memories and wills.

"It's not heaven yet, it's just a painting of mine, a painting that I haven't decided on a name yet."

Fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless blood streaks poured into the painter, and when his fingers reached out from the other side of the mirror, they were already covered in blood.

"This painting is ruined, just paint another one, I need a new drawing board, and new paint." The body penetrates through the mirror, and the painter's coat is completely dyed red.

The painter in the East and West campuses feels like a dead sea, silent and calm, and when he walks out of the mirror, he brings people another feeling, which is difficult to describe, and every move makes people reluctant to approach.

After the painter left the East and West Campus, the mirrors in the sky began to fall off in large chunks, as if it were raining blood.

"Did you give up?" The person in the blood mist did not immediately step forward, he looked up at a certain place in the ghost school, and seemed to smell something.

The figure of the painter on the laboratory floor has disappeared, but the figure of the painter is reflected in every fragment of the mirror that falls in the air.

When the first mirror fragment fell on the ground of the ghost school, the fragment 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, the blood mist pounding his body, black thorns spreading around, but he didn't dodge like the other ghosts.

"The will of the ghost school has been split, you have extinguished your last hope with your own hands, Chang Wenyu has been hit hard, how can you stop a city alone?" The man in the blood mist stopped: "You can completely escape from this place like Chang Wenyu, I know that there must be other exits in the ghost school." ”

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

Fragments of the mirror fell on the painter, scratching blood marks, and the distance between heaven and earth had never been so short, so short that there was only one person in the middle.

"I'm the one everyone in this school is afraid of, so I'll be at the front of all of them when they're scared."

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

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

Without any more words, the painter who held up the sky took the initiative to rush towards the ghost correction door, and countless wills followed the painter's voice and roared.

The world in the mirror roared, and countless negative emotions poured into his body like a black waterfall down the artist's back arm!

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

Hideous faces appeared on the painter's body, and they tore the painter's body, injecting all the pain and hatred into the painter's body!

"Who has not taken nourishment from the dry bones of the grave, who has not grown up rooted in flesh and blood, I have seen countless hells, but because of this, I have found heaven!"

Black cracks appeared on the red clothes, and hideous grimaces gnawed at the body under the red clothes, each crack hid a chilling despair, and hideous human faces began to grow in every wound!

"What is this ability? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said? The man's voice in the blood mist was no longer the same as before, and things had changed unexpectedly: "You painted those dead people on your body?!" Can you gain their powers? No, you have endured their pain and despair! It's them eating your body! ”

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

"I only need that ownerless door, why do you come out and block it?" The man in the blood mist waved his arms, and the other two figures behind him walked forward.

Where the painter passed, the blood mist dissipated, and the two monsters that walked out of the blood-colored city revealed their true faces.

One of them was wearing a sheep's head mask, she was in perfect shape, her skin was smeared with red lines, she looked very weak, and tears were constantly oozing from under the sheep's head mask.

The woman didn't seem to have a face of her own, and the sheep's head mask seemed to have become a part of her body.

Another monster was huge, like a man and a pig, on all fours, he could vaguely see the appearance of a person, he was wearing a pig-faced mask, and what was even more terrifying was that the man's side was cracked with a half-meter-long mouth, and the mouth was full of fangs.

"Good and evil, you hold him back, and I'll go find the door." The man standing in the middle seemed to have great confidence in the two monsters, but before he could take a step, the woman in the sheep's head mask suddenly stopped crying, and the tears that flowed from under the mask turned to blood.

"Good?" When the man in the blood mist looked back, he saw the woman who was exposed to the painter's eyes standing still, her sheep's head mask slowly falling off and falling to the ground along with her head.

"Good!" The dispelled blood mist instantly poured in from all directions, protecting the evil on the other side, and 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 goodness, because my goodness has never been treated well." The painter tore off a piece of skin wrapped in blood, and a sheep-headed woman was painted on it!

"Now there are only two left."