My House of Horrors Chapter 883: red

The top floor of the experimental building is the closest place to the sky, and it is also the place where you can reach out and touch another world.

The original normal campus has begun to change, and more and more students have turned into bloodshots and ugly monsters.

They wailed in the once peaceful campus, accustomed to the beauty of them, and never imagined that they had suffered such a painful thing.

For every second that the blood-red mirror covering the ghost school exists, several bloodshots will collapse, and the memory contained in the bloodshot will disappear, and the last trace of the owner of the memory in this world will be erased.

The painter's east-west campus is undergoing an irreversible collapse, and as the owner of the east-west campus, the painter is standing on the top floor of the experimental building at this time.

He picked up the broken drawing board, and as his palm lifted, black and red blood appeared on the drawing board.

"You want to kill me?" Chang Wen Yu sits on the edge of the building with her legs hanging in the air: "You have the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, but you can't control the will of the other half of the students, kill me, the school The will will be completely engulfed by that city."

"I have never killed anyone, but many people have died because of me. I use a drawing board to record their final appearance, and occasionally take it out to enjoy at my leisure." The painter grabbed a corner of the drawing board and dipped his pale fingers. With the still bloodstains on it, he didn't seem to care what Chang Wen Yu said, just talking to himself and saying what he wanted to say.

"You haven't killed anyone?" Chang Wen crossed her legs and stretched her arms: "You can always find reasons for what you do. This is what I hate most about you."

The smell of blood on the top of the experimental building was getting heavier and heavier. Chang Wen Yu stood up, with blood-red flames burning in her eyes: "Do you know why I clearly escaped from this school and finally came back?"

The painter shook his head slightly.

"I saw some of the children's families outside the door. They were guarding the comatose children and waiting for them to come home." Chang Wen Yu stood on the edge of the building, with the reflection of the blood-red world above his head, and the collapsed under his feet. For the blood-stained east-west campus: "But I know this is impossible. The door binds them. It seems to be salvation, but in fact it just sends them into a deeper despair."

The long dark hair was blown by the blood-red wind, Chang Wen rain's right eye was beating with red light, but black blood oozes out of her left eye socket that was gouged out: "So I'm back, I save Without all the kids here, all I can do is destroy this door, ruin you all, and keep our story from repeating itself to anyone else."

Blood flowers bloomed on her coat little by little, and the expression on Chang Wen Yu's face became more and more crazy: "Do whatever it takes to destroy this place."

"Can you do it? If you lose the approval of the ghost school's will, you will become weaker and weaker. What you have learned in this school will eventually be returned to it." The painter's flat tone, It was as if they were just asking if they had breakfast.

"I don't need the approval of the ghost school, as long as someone in this school approves me." The atmosphere at the top of the laboratory building became more and more tense, and Chang Wen Yu was also ready to fight with the painter.

"It's a good thing to have your own ideas, but why did you attract the ghosts in that city?" The painter's gaze skipped the Chang Wen rain and looked at the blood-colored city outside the ghost school: "Compete for the ghost school's will to be recognized and become the The new door pusher, this is something between us, why should you pull them together? Are you still afraid of me?"

"I know you won't make the same mistakes again, so I only have one chance to completely destroy this place before you become the new doorman."

"Destroy the door of the school; attract the ghosts of the blood-colored city; contact all the red-clothes who have resisted me and have the qualifications to be the door pushers; is this your whole plan?" The painter's hand on the drawing board Moving gently: "Actually, I'm curious about how you opened the school's main door. All Specter will be suppressed by the ghost school's will, and no one can approach that door. This should be the only place I didn't expect."

"Specter will be targeted, but not necessarily living people." Chang Wen Yu wiped the black blood from the left eye socket: "I found the door pusher's left eye in the ghost school, and it has been hidden for all these years. Outside the door, just to wait for this day, in the final analysis, the ghost school gate was opened by him, and only his eyes can deceive the ghost school's will, so I asked a living person to hold the door opener's left eye and put the ghost school's The front door opened a gap."

The blood flowers on the Chang Wen rain coat are blooming, and this top red coat is showing his true appearance. But it seems that because she is in the east and west campus built by the painter, she is completely suppressed at this time, and her aura fluctuates from strength to weakness.

"I spent years building this cemetery into a paradise, but you spent years thinking about how to destroy everything." The painter sighed slowly: "It seems that I really can't hug you guys. Any expectation that you want to focus on your own business will only keep you shut up forever."

"Stop deceiving yourself, no one can create heaven, what you paint is just hell." Chang Wen Yu stood closest to the sky, her coat almost completely turned red: "Painter, I started from No. Once I saw you, I knew that the school's will will recognize you, because in this school, you are the only one who believes that behind the door is not a cage of despair. But what I didn't expect is that one day, you will be able to do this , almost succeeded in taking control."

The artist doesn't answer this time, his pale fingers moving across the drawing board.

"What are you doing?" Chang Wen Rain's coat is only missing the heart and has not completely turned red.

"I'm drawing." The artist raised the worn drawing board in his hand: "I like to draw them as they die."

On the broken drawing board, there was a drawing of a woman in a red dress. One of her eyes was scarlet as blood, and the other eye was gouged out, leaving only a dark hole.

"What kind of death do you think she likes?"

The artist stabbed the woman in the heart with blood-dipped fingers, and the Chang Wen rain standing on the edge of the building poured backwards at the same time, her mouth bursting with crazy laughter.

"Then why do you think I'm deliberately delaying time?"

During the laughter, the Chang Wen rain turned into a blood flower, her body shattered into countless blood threads, and there was only one coat left in the air that was dyed red except for the heart.

"I knew my abilities, so I hid my heart in advance?" The painter looked at the Chang Wen rain on the drawing board: "She lost her body, but she consumed one of my paintings..."

The painter didn't go to see the **** clothes in the air again, but looked at the ghost correction gate. In the thick blood fog, a new threat was emerging from the blood-red city.