My House of Horrors Chapter 902: The most dazzling red

The aura that the woman behind the door exudes is completely different from other top red clothes. It is a kind of extreme evil. When eyes fall on her, she will be attracted involuntarily, and then slowly sink and lose herself. .

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

“Zhang Ya…”

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

She is in her eyes, so real, but she can't touch her.

This kind of strange feeling is not limited to Chen Ge. The other three top red clothes in the ghost school are abnormal. Their unconscious reactions are not like encountering a similar kind, but more like fish living in shallow water. I encountered a giant beast emerging from the deep sea.

"I am reminded of a legend related to a psychic school."

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

"Some people say she is the pusher, others say she killed the pusher."

The artist looks at his last painting, where the confused little ghost is looking around.

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

"Are you 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. He paid a heavy price, but did not gain anything.

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

"Influence? Will the top reds be afraid too?"

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

The black blood on his body leaked out little by little. In order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special ability, and also endured the sins accumulated behind the door for several years. He stared at the woman behind the door, his nails dug in in the meat.

"Why are you coming back?"

The door that was about to shatter in half was held down by the woman. The three-headed evil spirit on the door panel seemed to be alive. The only remaining eye was blood red. Chains poured out of the evil spirit and wrapped around it woman's arm.

"Chance!"

The body of the hospital gown in the blood mist burst, leaving only one head. He knew that he only had one chance to make a shot, so he no longer retained any strength. A lot of fog was plundered by him.

At the same time, there was a faint cry from the depths of the blood-colored city, and the patient gown looked ugly, gritted his teeth, and forced himself not to pay attention.

Two of the three top red shirts joined forces to attack the woman, and in the end, only the painter was left standing alone in the center of the ghost school.

His arm is raised, his fingertips are full of blood, he wants to paint, but he can't move his arm.

"Why are you coming back!"

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

Chang Wen Rain and the hospital gown's attack have arrived, but she stares straight at the painter.

No word, no movement, just staring at the painter.

The raised arm was as still as petrified, and the blood of the painter's heart fell to the ground drop by drop along the palm of his hand.

But even if all this precious heart and blood was wasted, the painter did not change anything, he did not go to paint.

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

The blood-colored wind dries the painter's blood, the woman's red lips outline a thrilling smile, she slowly presses down the hand holding the door, the ghost school in the door and Chang Wen rain whine at the same time, but she As if completely inaudible, he stepped on the door symbolizing the 4 Stars scenario psychic school.

"The door is the passage connecting the blood-colored world and reality. No one dares to blaspheme like this. You..." Hidden in the blood mist, only the hospital gown on his head wanted to say something, he suddenly found himself open He opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He looked down, a wisp of black hair brushed the corner of his eye, and turned abruptly, he found that countless black hairs were burrowing out of his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.

"Ignore the blood fog? How did she find me? This is definitely not something Red can do!"

black hair is like an inescapable curse, wrapping the hospital gown into a living puppet. He doesn't know when he was hit.

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

Sick and full of sins, but this tear in his head is crystal clear, as if it was his most precious memory.

Without the body, the hospital gown completely melted into the blood mist, and blood rained from the sky, 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 to the door beside the woman.

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

The boundless black hair is like an upside-down ocean, covering the entire sky without knowing it.

She looked away from the painter, her flawless eyes staring at the ghost school somewhere, her five slender fingers slowly clenched, and the black hair penetrated the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school.

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

black hair fluttered, the red dress was like blood, the woman stepped on the door of the psychic ghost school and attacked everything around her recklessly.

"Painter!" Lin Sisi let out Xu Yin and rushed to the painter's side: "Why didn't you do it just now? You should have another chance..."

"It's useless." The painter's arms were weak. He looked at the woman who stepped on the door with a complicated expression: "I can only paint ghosts, that woman is about to become a fierce god."

"Ferocious God?" Lin Sisi heard this for the first time.

A trace of fear and longing flashed in the painter's eyes: "Above the red coat is a fierce god."

black hair wraps the sky, black hair submerges the ground, between the sky and the ground, there is only one figure in everyone's eyes.

She is wearing red, the only blood red in this world.