Not only Zhou Tu, the first thirteen easels in the middle of the art room started to change.
Blood spread across the canvas, and the original upside-down painting started to change. The normal half was swallowed by blood, and screams and wails came from the canvas.
"Mr. Bai, what's going on?"
The paintings in the art room were split into two halves. The upper half was the same as in real life, but the lower half was a sea of blood.
When the blood started to spread, the blood figures in the lower half of the painting all crawled to the other side of the painting, following the blood.
They used various methods to kill their normal selves with the help of the tools in the painting.
The upside-down world was destroyed, and strangely enough, more blood vessels came out from the bodies of the people who were killed in the painting. They all rushed toward the fourteenth easel.
The picture on the canvas became clearer. The red dress appeared to be some kind of taboo, and it needed everyone's blood to make her appear.
"Bang!"
The pale-faced Zhou Tu was tossed to the ground by the blood vessels. His body was highly deformed like a sponge that had been squeezed too hard.
The blood fog that surrounded him thickened, and it slowly drifted toward the fourteenth easel.
The woman's dress was drawn by the blood. It was vivid like a floating sea of blood.
Wailing faces were imprinted on the dress. She stepped on the screaming souls, like a flower blooming in the depths of despair.
Compared to everything around her, she stood out from the crowd.
Standing inside the cage filled with curses and negative emotions, the red dress was the brightest red in the world.
"This painting …"
As the blood vessels gathered, the fourteenth painting became clearer.
A toppled study table, a shattered mirror, and she stood barefoot in the middle of the abandoned school.
The blood red dress stuck to her body. She raised her snow-white neck, and she looked like a blood red swan.
The painting only showed the woman's back. Using everything from the previous thirteen paintings, they had only managed to draw out her back.
Standing before the paintings, Chen Ge could not help but walk toward the fourteenth painting. He was very sure that the woman in the painting was Zhang Ya!
"Everyone is here. The people I've saved, the people who've saved me, the people I've killed, the people who've killed me, they've all gathered here."
The man's voice rang out again. When he said the first sentence, he still sounded like a man, but as he spoke, his voice became more and more neutral.
This voice seemed to be formed from many voices, but most of the time, it was the man's voice that dominated.
"Who are you? How do you know what she looks like? "Chen Ge stood next to the fourteenth painting." Where is she? "
Zhang Ya was sleeping inside his shadow. Chen Ge was worried that the enemy would use this opportunity to harm Zhang Ya. After all, there might be a Greater Red Specter at this school.
There was no response. The voice slowly disappeared amid the dripping of blood.
All the paintings in the oil painting room were covered in blood. Rationality and art had been destroyed by violence, leaving only patches of blood stains.
"Why is the fourteenth painting Zhang Ya? Is this part of their plan? " In the four-star scenario, Chen Ge appeared so small. Even with so many members around him, he was still very anxious, but he hid it well.
Before there was a conclusion, Chen Ge would never expose his real thoughts, but this time, it was different. When he saw the enemy draw Zhang Ya, his heart jumped.
"The School of the Afterlife is related to Zhang Ya! This time, Zhang Ya is not a trump card but a chess piece on the board. "
The fourteen paintings represented fourteen people. One of them had Lin Sisi's signature, and another had Zhou Tu's death. Chen Ge had met some of the owners of the paintings before, and he had probably run into some of them at this school.
They were both competitors and partners. In order to achieve their ultimate goal, everyone would do anything.
"The rule of the School of the Afterlife is substitution and escape. The person who bears the hatred of the whole door will be chosen from these fourteen painters."
Chen Ge had no idea what he was facing. Everyone at the school was looking for a scapegoat, so he suspected that the school's owner had the same plan. After all, the door pusher had been consumed by Zhang Ya, so technically, the so-called owner was just a substitute.
"The four-star scenario is huge, and it's still expanding. To carry this kind of door, one will have to endure unimaginable negative emotions."
The oil painting room was located at the deepest part of the corridor of the lab building. The abnormality here was slowly spreading across the entire floor. Bright red oil paint seeped into the walls, and blood vessels crawled along the walls like some kind of extremely powerful plant that grew rapidly by feeding on the nutrients of dead bodies.
The people in the paintings were bleeding, and they slapped the canvas hard. Their expressions were scary, but they were unable to escape from the paintings.
"Go … Quick!" Zhou Tu, who was as thin as a stick, woke up. He raised his bony arm and grabbed at Zhang Ju. "It's starting. The painters are starting."
"Painters?" Zhang Ju was sure that this was the first time he had heard this name, but for some reason, when he heard this name, his body started to shake instinctively.
A Top Half Red Specter was shaking just because he heard a name. This was unimaginable for Chen Ge.
"Let's leave this place first." Chen Ge signaled for Zhang Ju and Zhu Long to bring Zhou Tu. He was the first to rush to the art room. When he pulled the door open, a gust of Foul Odor and chill rushed into the room, causing Chen Ge to involuntarily take several steps back.
He looked closer and saw a man in a red uniform standing outside. His upper body was tilted, and he was still leaning against the door to eavesdrop.
"A Red Specter …"
When Chen Ge first entered the lab building, he had run into this Red Specter, but he had been lucky and escaped.
"Are you one of the school's workers? It's not safe here. If you want to talk to us, we can go somewhere else. " Chen Ge tried to communicate with the man, but before he finished, the smell of blood drifted over from behind him.
"Be careful!"
Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood on either side of Chen Ge. Each of them was standing on a ghost face.
Lowering his head to look, Chen Ge realized that the Red Specter outside the door seemed to have a hobby of collecting human faces.
On the ground around him were many bleeding human faces.
Ding Dong Ding Dong …
The sound of metal clanking came from the Red Specter's waist. His red uniform was blown open by the wind, revealing the various autopsy tools hidden underneath.
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