My House of Horrors Chapter 887: Black
The man in the blood mist never imagined that the subordinate he valued most would be killed in an instant.
He recalled the words of Chang Wen Rain, the painter has a very terrifying special ability, and at a certain price, he can draw the person he sees or Specter into the painting, depriving the other party of everything.
The limitation of this ability is very large, but Chang Wen Yu didn't tell him what the limitation is, but only said that the artist can only use this ability three times in a period of time, which means that the other party can only draw three people.
"Shan didn't lose her soul, she was 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-clothed soul would not leave any traces in this world after the soul was scattered. , but the body of goodness remained.
"If Chang Wen Yu didn't lie, 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 the good body: "Chang Wen Yu used the opponent's ability once in order to drag the painter. , just now Shan has consumed one of his paintings, and now he has only one chance to use his abilities."
The thick blood mist obscured the sight, and the man at the head has been hiding in the thick fog, and has not revealed his true face so far: "It is a terrible ability, but it is meaningless in the face of the absolute number gap, he finished painting. The third painting was when his soul was lost."
The blood mist that covered the evil slowly dissipated, and the man at the head almost brought the evil to the painter's eyes. In his opinion, it was worthwhile to exchange a bad life for a painting from the painter.
"When I push open that unowned door and become on top of the red clothes, I will find what you lost and let you regenerate on your own corpse."
These words from the man seemed to be addressed to Evil. After the man had finished speaking, the monster who looked like a pig rushed towards the painter in a frenzy.
The blood mist is churning, black liquid flows out of the evil mouth, and he stinks all over his body. Contrary to the good, there is nothing likeable about this monster.
"The painter's special abilities are powerful, but his body is not too strong. Evil just restrains him. It would be great if goodness still exists. With the help of goodness, good and evil merge with each other, and even a red coat can resist. For a while." The man in the blood fog can control the dense fog in the world behind the door, no matter what else, just this ability is mysterious enough: "Unfortunately, he should have seen the problem, so he did not hesitate to waste a painting. Opportunity also reinvents the good.”
Dense fog gathered around him, and the man was like the center of the storm. He attracted all the blood fog around him, and then he entered the ghost school.
The 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 dramatically moved his footsteps 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 hasn't shown his true face yet. His identity and strength are a mystery. If it wasn't for the painter's terrifying ability, the battle might have ended long ago. .
The painter has no nonsense, he proves everything with his actions. His arms that reach the sky, under the stimulation of negative emotions, bulge out black blood vessels, and the aura of the painter is 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 weapon.
There is an extraordinary power in people's emotions, obsessions are born from this, and doors also appear.
"The disaster that the red clothes can withstand is limited, and without the recognition of the door, you can't bear the negative emotions deposited in the whole school, you will lose your senses, and you will be burst." The man in the blood mist once again Waving his arm, more figures vaguely appeared 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, what can you do? ? As long as you are dragged, the will of those schools in the ghost school will be swallowed up. 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 another chance to speak.
"Bang!"
The blood-colored mirror above his head shattered into a large piece, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed the evil with force.
The moment the blood-colored mirror fell off, it turned into countless crying wills. They became the knives in the hands of the painter, and they condensed a **** glow in the process of waving.
The mirror cut across the evil body, cut open the pig face mask worn by the evil body, and tore the giant mouth on the evil body side, but just as the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, the evil body side mouth There was a soft sound.
Numerous fine teeth bit the mirror surface, black liquid dripped on the mirror surface, the mirror surface composed of students' memories shattered instantly, and the afterimages of those children were engulfed by the giant mouth crying.
"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, he swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.
"Want to swallow me too?"
The mirror surface in the sky has long been fragmented, and those buildings have become illusory. Only four places have not been greatly affected.
At this time, the artist took the initiative to stretch his back arm to one of the places - the garbage transfer station in the middle of the east and west campuses.
"The real evil is not physical ugliness and flaws in human nature, but a simplicity without purpose. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board, it has no more ideas, it is cold, Evil, everything, just because it's black."
The arm on the artist'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 surface was broken, a fulcrum was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the east and west campuses poured into the painter's body.
Sinful souls roared, they didn't think the end of their short journey would be a stinking mouth.
Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, cursing, no language can shake the painter.
"I'm a painter, I need white as well as black, it doesn't matter what color I use as long as I can finish the final painting."
The evil body was stretched out, the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calmness on his face slowly disappeared.
The evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were all locked in by him. It was some unusable garbage, and it was the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.
"If you want to eat, then I will let you eat enough!"