The man in the blood mist never expected that his most valued subordinate would be killed in an instant with a single face.

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

The limitation of this ability is very large, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limit is, but only 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.

"Good doesn't have a soul, she's just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist checked the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman, and he knew very well that the red-clothed soul would not leave any traces in this world after it was scattered, but the good body was retained.

"If Chang Wenyu hadn't lied, the painter could only use this ability three times in a short period of time, then there was nothing to be afraid of." The man put down Shan's body: "Chang Wenyu consumed the other party's ability once in order to drag the painter, and just now Shanyu consumed one of his paintings, and now he only has one chance to use his ability." ”

The thick blood mist obscured his vision, and the man at the head had been hiding in the fog, and he had not revealed his true face so far: "It's a terrible ability, but it doesn't mean anything in the face of the absolute number gap, and when he finishes painting the third painting, it's when his soul is gone." ”

The blood mist that shielded the evil slowly dissipated, and the man at the head almost sent the evil to the painter's eyes, and in his opinion, it was worth exchanging the life of evil for a painting of the painter.

"When I push open that ownerless door and become above the red garment, I will find what you have lost and let you be reborn on your own corpse."

The man's words seemed to be said to evil, and the monster that looked like a man and a pig rushed at the painter like mad after the man finished speaking.

The blood mist was churning, black liquid was flowing from the mouth of the evil, and he was full of stench, and on the contrary, there was nothing likable about this monster.

"The painter's special ability is strong, but his body is not too strong, evil just restrains him, if only the good is still there, with the assistance of good, good and evil are fused with each other, even if it is on the red coat, it can resist for a while." The man in the blood mist can control the dense fog of the world behind the door, regardless of the rest, this ability alone is mysterious enough: "It's a pity, he should have seen the problem too, so he didn't hesitate to waste a chance to paint and hit the good." ”

The thick fog gathered around him, and the man was like the center of the storm, and he drew all the blood mist around him, and then he entered the ghost school.

Black thorns paved the way underfoot, and the man and the evil approached the school building from two different directions.

The man in the blood mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he didn't expect was that the painter, whose body had changed drastically, actually moved his feet and stood between him and evil.

"You're going to deal with both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist is very strong, he has not shown his true face so far, his identity and strength are a mystery, if it weren't for the terrifying ability of the painter, this battle might have been over long ago.

The painter did not talk nonsense, he proved everything with his actions, and the arms on his back were stimulated by negative emotions, bulging black blood vessels, and the breath on the painter's body was constantly getting stronger.

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

There is an extraordinary power in human emotion, and obsession is born from it, and the door appears because of it.

"The calamities that the red clothes can withstand are limited, and if you don't get the approval of the door, you can't bear the negative emotions deposited in the whole school, you will lose your mind, and you will be blown up." The man in the blood mist waved his arm again, and more figures faintly appeared outside the ghost school: "There are countless ghosts and monsters in that city, they are twisted and crazy, and they are all coveting this school. Even if you can stop me and evil, so what? As long as you are dragged down, the will of those schools in the ghost school will be devoured, and if you are dragged for a second, countless wills will dissipate, and 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 again.

"Bang!"

A large chunk of the blood-colored mirror above his head shattered, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the shattered mirror and stabbed it hard.

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

The mirror sliced across Evil's body, slicing through the pig-faced mask that Evil was wearing, and tearing open the giant mouth on the side of Evil's body, but just as the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, there was a soft sound from the mouth on the side of Evil's body.

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

"Greed is a kind of evil, it can eat a lot of things, and the more it eats, the stronger it becomes."

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

"Want to swallow me too?"

The mirrors in the sky had long since crumbled, and the buildings had become illusory, except for four places that had not been greatly affected.

At this point, the painter took the initiative to extend his arm behind his back to one of the places—the garbage transfer station located in the middle of the East and West campuses.

"True evil is not physical ugliness and flaws in human nature, but a simplicity without a purpose. Pure evil, like black on my canvas, it has no more ideas, it's cold, it's evil, everything, just because it's black. ”

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

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, and he used his body as an intermediary to stuff all those sins and curses into the mouth of evil.

Sinful spirits roared, and they did not expect that the end of their short journey would be a fishy mouth.

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

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

The evil body was stretched out, and the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the peace on his face slowly faded.

The evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were all put in by his own hands, and they were some unusable garbage, the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.

"If you want to eat, then I'll let you eat enough!"