The students in the school ran for their lives, but where could they run to?
Running only delayed the destruction of their souls. The monsters in the red city did not need the school's consciousness; everything was food for them.
The school's front door slammed into the wall, and the walls on both sides were crushed by the black brambles. The man stepped into the school with his left foot, and the blood fog behind him was like a red wave.
"This is much easier than I expected."
The fog shrouded his body, and only a blurry figure could be seen. His head slowly turned, and in the end, he seemed to be looking at the blood-colored mirror above his head.
"Every Specter behind the door is building hell, and only you are building heaven." The man's voice was mocking. "If you have seen heaven, you wouldn't have been abandoned behind the door."
He raised his feet and continued forward. No Specter from the school stood out to stop him, be it the wandering Specters that were taken in by the school or the Red Specters that were born there.
More cracks appeared on the mirror in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror kept collapsing. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and the rest, they could not change anything.
"Looks like there is no need to hold on anymore." The painter stood on the top floor of the lab building and looked at the collapsing campuses. He suddenly raised his hand.
His fingertip touched the sky of the campuses. It was a mirror, a mirror made from endless memories and consciousness.
"This is not heaven. This is just one of my paintings, a painting that I haven't decided on a name for."
His fingertip passed through the mirror, and blood vessels rushed toward the painter. When his finger reached out from the other side of the mirror, it was already covered in blood.
"This painting is ruined. I'll just paint another one. I need a new canvas and new paint." His body passed through the mirror, and the painter's shirt was completely dyed red.
The painter of the campuses gave off the feeling of a dead sea, silent and calm, but he gave off a different feeling when he walked out from the mirror. It was hard to describe, and his every move made people unwilling to get close to him.
After the painter left the campuses, the mirrors in the sky started to fall in large pieces like it was raining blood.
"Has he given up?" The person in the fog did not move forward immediately. He lifted his head to look at a corner of the school like he had smelled something.
The painter's figure had disappeared from the lab building, but every piece of mirror that fell from the sky reflected the painter's image.
When the first mirror landed on the ground, it dissolved into numerous blood vessels, and the painter appeared before the education block.
He stood alone in the empty space before the School of the Afterlife. The blood fog rushed at his body, and the black brambles crawled around him, but he did not dodge like the other Specters.
"The school's consciousness has already split. You've personally destroyed your last hope, and Chang Wenyu is heavily injured. How are you going to stop an entire city alone?" The man in the fog stopped moving. "You can be like Chang Wenyu and escape this place. I know there has to be another exit in this school."
"Exit?" The painter's shirt was dyed red, and blood vessels weaved on his body to cover his chest. "Aren't you standing at the exit of the school?"
The shards of the mirror fell on the painter's body, leaving bloody marks. The distance between heaven and earth had never been so short, so short that there was only one person between them.
"I am the Specter that everyone at this school is afraid of, so when they are afraid, I will stand before them."
His arms opened, and arms formed from blood vessels reached out from behind the painter. They dispersed the fog and held up the mirror above his head!
"Come at me together. I will use your blood to complete my new painting."
Without saying anything else, the painter who held up the sky charged toward the front door. Countless consciousnesses roared following the painter's voice.
The world inside the mirror was roaring, and endless negative emotions flowed into the painter's body like a black waterfall!
"I don't like this, but who in this world can always be the version of themselves that they like?"
Many ghastly faces appeared on the painter's body. They tore at the painter's body, injecting all their pain and hatred into the painter!
"Who hasn't absorbed nutrition from the bones in the grave? Who hasn't grown in flesh and blood? I've seen many hells, but because of that, I have to find heaven!"
Black cracks appeared on the Red Shirt, and the ghastly faces bit on the body under the Red Shirt. Each crack hid chilling despair, and human faces started to grow from each wound!
"What kind of power is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said? " The man's voice in the fog was different from before. Things had changed. "You've drawn those dead people on your body? You can obtain their power? No, you've suffered their pain and despair! They're the ones eating your body! "
His question had no answer, and the painter charged into the fog.
"I just want the ownerless door. Why are you stopping me?" The man in the fog waved his arms, and the two figures behind him moved forward.
Wherever the painter passed, the fog parted, and the two monsters that walked out from the red city revealed themselves.
One of them was wearing a goat mask. Her body was perfect, and her skin was painted with red patterns. She looked weak, and tears kept leaking out from under the mask.
The woman did not seem to have her own face. The mask seemed to have become a part of her body.
The other monster was large. He looked like a man and a pig at the same time. He stood on all fours, and one could tell that he was human. He wore a pig mask, and the scariest thing was that the man had a mouth that was half a meter long, and the mouth was filled with sharp teeth.
"Kindness, Evil, hold him back. I'll go find the door." The man in the middle seemed to have confidence in the two monsters, but before he took the first step, the woman in the goat mask suddenly stopped crying, and the tears that flowed out from under the mask turned into blood.
"Kindness?" When the man in the fog turned back to look, he saw the woman standing where she was. Her goat mask slowly fell off, and her head fell to the ground.
"Kindness!" The blood fog that had been chased away instantly rushed in from all directions to protect Evil on the other side. The man only dared to get close to Kindness 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 that was wrapped in blood vessels, and it was a drawing of the woman with the goat mask!
"Now there are only two left."
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