The aura emanating from the woman behind the door was completely different from other top-level red clothes, it was an extreme evil, and when the eyes fell on her, she would be involuntarily attracted, and then slowly sink and lose herself.

She's dangerous, and everyone who sees her knows it. But no one fled, and the moment they saw her, their bodies lost control.

"Zhang Ya......"

Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, his fingers stained with sticky blood, Chen Ge suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if the reflection in his eyes was not a red-clothed ghost, but a polymer of some kind of human emotion.

She was in her own eyes, so real, but she couldn't touch it.

This strange feeling is not only Chen Ge, the other three top red-clothed people in the ghost school have all appeared abnormal, and their unconscious reactions are not like meeting the same kind at all, but more like a fish living in shallow water encountering a giant beast floating in the deep sea.

"I'm reminded of a legend related to psychic ghost schools."

"In this school, there is a name that must not be mentioned, and everything related to her is taboo."

"Some people say she's the door pusher, and some people say she killed the door pusher."

The painter looked at his last painting, on which the dwarf, confused ghost was looking around.

"One wrong step, this picture should have been left for her." The black arm behind the painter's back fell off his body, and he took the initiative to strip the will of the ghost school from himself.

"You're going to give up?" The man in the blood mist wanted to cry without tears, most of his body had been assimilated with the blood mist, and he paid a heavy price, but he did not gain anything.

"The school will be afraid, and if I don't strip it away, I will also be affected." The painter's voice was still calm, and no one could guess his thoughts.

"Impact? Will the top reds also be afraid? ”

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

The black blood on his body flowed out little by little, and in order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special ability and took the sins accumulated for years behind the door, and he stared at the woman behind the door, his nails digging into the flesh.

"Why did you want to come back?"

The door that was about to break in half was held down by the woman, and the three-headed demon on the door panel seemed to be alive, and the only remaining eye was blood-red, and chains poured out of the demon's body and wrapped around the woman's arm.

"Chance!"

The body of the hospital gown in the blood mist exploded, and only one head remained, he knew that he only had one chance to make a move, so he no longer retained any strength, and the blood mist around the ghost school was all boiling, and even a large amount of fog was plundered by him on the periphery of the blood-colored city.

At the same time, there was a cry from the depths of the bloody city, and the face of the hospital gown was ugly, and he gritted his teeth and held back, forcing himself not to pay attention.

Two of the three top red-clad men joined forces to attack the woman, leaving the painter alone in the middle of the school.

His arm was raised, his fingertips were full of blood, and he wanted to paint, but he couldn't move it.

"Why are you coming back!"

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

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

Not a word, not a single movement, just a simple stare at the painter.

The raised arm seemed to be petrified, and the painter's blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the palm of his hand.

But even if all this precious effort was wasted, the painter did not make any changes, and he did not paint.

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

The blood-colored wind dried the painter's blood, the woman's bright red lips outlined a thrilling smile, her hand holding the door slowly pressed down, the will of the ghost school in the door and Chang Wenyu wailed at the same time, but she seemed to be completely inaudible, and stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star scene psychic ghost school under her feet.

"The door is a passage connecting the bloody world and reality, no one dares to desecrate it like this, you ......" Hidden in the blood mist, only the head of the hospital gown was still trying to say something, he suddenly found that he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, and something seemed to be stuffed in his throat.

He looked down and saw a strand of black hair brushing the corner of his eye, and when he turned sharply, he saw that countless black hairs were sticking out of his neck, as if his own hair was piercing his body.

"Ignoring the blood mist? How did she find me? This is definitely not something that the red coat can do! ”

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

It was just a stunned effort, the back of the head of the hospital gown was torn open, and he stared at the scarlet eyes, and before he was wrapped in black hair, his head also turned into a blood mist, leaving only a tear-like thing.

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

Without a body, the hospital gown completely melted into the blood mist, and the sky rained blood, and every drop of rain hid the most vicious curse.

"You can't stop me!"

The tear was hidden in the rain and rushed to the door beside the woman.

The black-red skirt was wet with blood, and the woman's other hand slowly lifted.

The boundless black hair was like an upside-down ocean, unconsciously covering the entire sky.

Her gaze turned away from the painter, her flawless eyes staring at the ghost school, five slender fingers slowly clenched, black hair piercing through the blood mist, enveloping the ghost school.

She didn't look for the tear at all, but wanted to tear the rain apart!

With black hair fluttering and red clothes like blood, the woman stepped on the door of the psychic ghost school and unscrupulously attacked everything around her.

"Painter!" Lin Sisi released Xu Yin and came to the painter at the risk of death: "Why didn't you make a move just now?" You should have one more chance ......"

"It's useless." The painter's arm hung down weakly, and he looked at the woman who trampled the door at his feet, with a complicated expression: "I can only draw ghosts, and that woman is about to become a fierce god." ”

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

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

The black hair enveloped the sky, the black hair flooded the ground, and 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 the world.