My House of Horrors Chapter 886: You can call me painter
The students in the ghost school flee in a hurry, but where can they escape?
Evasion is only to delay the time for the soul to disperse. The monsters in the blood-colored city do not need the will of the ghost school, and everything is food for them to devour.
The gate of the ghost school slammed into the wall, and the high walls on both sides of the gate were crushed by black thorns. The man stepped into the ghost school with his left foot, and the blood-colored fog behind him was like a red tide.
"A lot easier than expected."
The fog enveloped his body, and only a vague figure could be seen. His head slowly turned, and finally he seemed to be looking at the blood-colored mirror above his head.
"Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and only you are the one who builds heaven." There was a hint of ridicule in the man's voice: "If you really saw heaven, you wouldn't be abandoned behind the door. "
He raised his footsteps and continued to move forward. No Specter in the ghost school stood up to stop him, whether it was the lonely ghosts who were taken in by the ghost school or the red-clothed ones born in the ghost school.
More and more cracks appeared on the mirror surface in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror kept collapsing. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and the others, nothing could be changed.
"It seems that there is no need to support it any longer." The painter stood on the top floor of the experimental building, looking at the crumbling East and West campus, and suddenly raised his hand.
His fingertips touched the sky of the east and west campus, which is a mirror, a mirror composed of countless memories and wills.
"This isn't heaven yet, this is just a painting of mine, a painting that I haven't decided on yet."
The fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless bloodshots rushed to the painter. When his fingers stretched out from the other side of the mirror, they were already covered with blood.
"This painting is ruined, just paint another one. I need a new drawing board and new paint." The body wears a lens, and the painter's coat is completely dyed red.
The painter in the east and west campuses feels like a dead sea, silent and calm, but when he walks out of the mirror, he gives people a different feeling, which is hard to describe, and every move makes people reluctant to approach.
After the painter left the East and West campus, the mirror in the sky began to fall off in large pieces, as if it was raining blood.
"Have you given up?" The man in the blood mist didn't step forward immediately. He looked up at the ghost school somewhere, and seemed to smell something.
The figure of the painter on the laboratory floor has disappeared, but the figure of the painter is reflected on every mirror fragment that falls in the air.
When the first mirror fragment fell on the ground of the ghost school, it turned into countless fine bloodshots, and the painter's figure appeared in front of the teaching building.
He alone stood in the open space in front of the ghost school building, the blood mist hit his body, black thorns spread around, but he did not dodge like other Specters.
"The ghost school's will has been split, you killed your last hope with your own hands, the Chang Wen rain has been hit hard, how can you stop a city by yourself?" The man in the blood mist stopped: "You completely You can escape from this place like Chang Wen rain, I know there must be other exits in the ghost school.”
"Exit?" The painter's coat was dyed red, and blood threads were intertwined on his body, covering his heart: "Isn't the position you stand at the exit of the ghost school?"
Shards of the mirror fell on the painter, leaving bloodstains. The distance between the sky and the earth has never been so short, so short that there is only one person in the middle.
"I'm the ghost that everyone in this school is afraid of, so when they're all afraid, I'll be at the front of them."
The arms suddenly opened, and the arms made of blood threads stretched out from behind the painter, dispelling the blood mist, and propping up the mirror above his head!
"Let's go together, I will use your blood to complete my new painting"
Without more words, the painter who propped up the sky took the initiative to rush to the ghost correction gate, and countless wills followed the painter's voice and roared.
The world in the mirror is roaring, and countless negative emotions pour into his body like a black waterfall down the painter's back arm!
"I don't like this look, but who in this world can always be who they like."
A hideous face appeared on the painter's body, they bit the painter's body and injected all the pain and hatred into the painter's body!
"Who has not taken nourishment from the dead bones of the grave, and who has not grown rooted in flesh and blood, I have seen countless hells, but because of this, I want to find heaven!"
Strips of black cracks appeared on the red clothes, and the hideous faces gnawed at the body under the red clothes. Every crack contained a chilling despair, and every wound began to grow a hideous face. !
"What ability is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wen Yu said?" The voice of the man in the blood mist was different from before, and things took an unexpected change: "You drew those dead people on your own body?! Can you gain their power? No, you have endured their pain and despair! They are eating your body!"
His question is destined to have no answer, and the painter has rushed into the blood mist in an instant.
"I only want that unowned door, why do you come out to stop it?" The man in the blood mist waved his arms, and the other two figures behind him walked forward.
Where the painter passed by, the blood mist was evaded, and the two monsters that walked out of the **** city revealed their true faces.
One of them is wearing a sheep head mask, she has a perfect figure, her skin is painted with red lines, she looks very weak, and tears are constantly seeping from under the sheep head mask.
This woman doesn't seem to have her own face, and the sheep's head mask seems to have become part of her body.
The other monster is huge, like a human and like a pig. It is on all fours and can vaguely see the appearance of a human being. He wears a mask with a pig face. What is even more terrifying is that the man's side is split half a meter. A long mouth full of fangs.
"Good, evil, you hold him back, I'll go find the door." The man standing in the middle seemed very confident in the two monsters, but before he could take a step, wearing a sheep's head mask The woman suddenly stopped crying, and the tears flowing from under the mask turned into blood.
"Good?" When the man in the blood mist looked back, he saw the woman exposed in front of the painter standing there, her goat head mask slowly falling off and falling to the ground together with her head.
"Good!" The dispersed blood mist rushed from all directions in an instant, protecting the evil on the other side. The man dared to approach the good after ensuring that he would not be seen by the painter, but it was too late.
"I don't like kindness, because my kindness has never been treated kindly." The painter tore off a piece of skin wrapped in bloodshots from his heart, on which was painted the appearance of a woman with a sheep's head!
"There are only two left."