My House of Horrors Chapter 889: I see you

The shattered lenses fell like a torrential rain, with a broken sky overhead, a thick blood mist around, and twisted black thorns underfoot.

The entire ghost school is the background, facing a blood-red city in front of it.

All the scenarios that can only be seen in nightmares have become reality in the world behind the door. Doomsday is no longer enough to describe the tragic ghost school. Maybe this is another hell.

The evil body was broken, and countless evil spirits ran out of his stomach and danced around the ghost school. They were swearing at the evil body and cursing everything they saw.

The paradise that the painter worked hard to build has completely collapsed at this moment. The sins buried in the depths of the garbage transfer station have been freed. The darkest things in the hearts of those people have run out. behavior to tell bystanders how dark human nature can be.

They were once hidden by the painter, and now they are released by the painter himself. They retaliate against the ghosts around them indiscriminately, whether they are students in the ghost school or outsiders.

These dirty things that ran out of the garbage transfer station, although everything they do is for venting, but at this special time, they also help the painter share a lot of pressure.

The monsters in the blood-colored city are menacing, but the most dangerous wave of attacks has been resolved by the painter. He used his special abilities to destroy the good, and he also used the negative emotions accumulated by the ghost school for so many years to abolish the evil. Now only the last enemy remains.

The arm is connected to the blood-red mirror, and the painter has the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, which is an important reason why he can support until now.

As long as he doesn't step out of the ghost school, the painter can exert his extremely terrifying strength. This can also be achieved by Chang Wen Yu. The painter is precisely because of this, so he wants to kill Chang Wen Yu as soon as he comes up.

The world behind the door is startling every step of the way. Any slight mistake will cause the soul to be dissipated. The man in the blood mist will ruin his advantage because he underestimates the painter.

Good and evil are lost, but the man in the blood mist did not back down. In his opinion, this is an opportunity that cannot be missed.

He was able to walk out of the city to the vicinity of the ghost school in a very short time, indicating that he only lived in the outer area of ​​the city, and there must be monsters in that city that are countless times more terrifying than him.

If he can't take down the ghost school in a short time, once he attracts the attention of the monsters in the center of the **** city, this door will definitely be taken away by other "people".

The storm composed of blood mist is slowly approaching. The artist covered in scars silently looks at the center of the storm. His eyes slowly change. Only a piece of deep and quiet black remains.

"Do you think I can't see you if you hide?"

On every mirror fragment that fell from the sky, the figure of the painter appeared, his dark eyes staring in a certain direction.

When the storm came, the painter didn't dodge or dodge. He didn't know what the opponent's ability was, and he didn't know how the opponent would attack.

In this case, the best defense is to keep attacking, so that the opponent may die at any time and cannot use his abilities.

The painter has almost no defense. He is constantly looking for opportunities, but the man in the blood mist does not reveal any flaws, and the mirror fragments that fall from the sky cannot get close to each other at all.

You can't draw if you can't see it, which should be one of the weaknesses of the painter.

"Your power comes from the will of the ghost school. Since you wrestled with evil, you have been relying on the mirror in the sky. Your power comes from there. It seems that what I want is also there." The man in the fog is extremely cunning. He has not shown his face from beginning to end. He has already mastered more and more information in the dark. When he really makes a move, it must be the time to be sure.

The blood-colored storm touched the mirror in the sky. The man didn't touch the painter, he was hiding in the storm to find any clues about the door.

"You are smart and stupid, and your greed far exceeds your ability." The artist moved his arm behind his back and stretched out the severed hand that was bitten by evil just now towards the mirror.

This time his arm reached into the artificial lake on the West Campus.

The corpse floating on the lake was originally with its back facing down. When the artist's arm passed through the mirror and reached into the water, the corpse flipped over, revealing its own face.

That face surprised everyone, it was exactly the same as Fan Yu outside the door!

"Everyone's memories are ups and downs in their minds. That lake is the sea of ​​memories of the ghost school. It contains the most ordinary memories of all the students, including the things I have forgotten." The painter's face is actually very similar to Fan Yu's. , but because the temperament is completely different, anyone who sees it will think that they are two people.

The arm that had just been bitten by evil grabbed the corpse in the artificial lake. The artist paused for a moment, then slowly clenched his fingers.

The corpse turned into blood in the palm of the artist's palm and fell into the artificial lake drop by drop.

Ordinary memories were stinged, and the ordinary lake water became different from the past. First, microwaves swayed, and then it became turbid. Blood-red bubbles appeared on the lake, and gradually the entire lake became color.

"It is better for me to tear up the paintings I painted by myself." The painter's arm suddenly fell, the mirror surface burst, and the blood-red lake water poured down.

All kinds of voices sounded in the ghost school, and the memories seemed to have life, and the distance from the sky to the ground was their life.

In this short period of time, the squared past turned into a fine rain, penetrating the storm and covering the ghost school.

The painter plundered the memories of everyone on the East and West campuses, and now he has returned them all with his own hands.

The students in the ghost school remembered a lot of forgotten things. These most boring times when they were alive turned into constant thoughts after death. It is these simple and ordinary things that make up the different self.

The bloodshot in the blood-colored mirror began to break off in a large area again. The will of the students was shaken, the mirror swayed, and there were only three places in the entire east and west campus that were relatively stable.

One is the experimental building where the painter once stayed, the other is the library where the blindfolded man is, and the other is the dilapidated teaching building on the East Campus.

Lin Sisi and the monster on all fours from the garbage transfer station ran into the library. There was no one in the teaching building on the east campus, but there was no impact there. This is obviously abnormal.

"The door is hidden in the teaching building?" The man in the blood mist rushed towards the teaching building for the first time, but the painter did not stop him this time.

The raindrops of memory fell into the blood-colored storm, and no one but the painter noticed it, and the painter's figure was reflected in the depths of every drop of rainwater.

His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm, his scarred lips slowly opened: "I see you."