Even in the world behind the door, there were not many Specters as crazy as the painter.
He was different from other monsters; he could not be judged as good or evil. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one knew what he would do next, but one thing was for sure — this Red Specter was very scary. To achieve his goal, he would stop at nothing.
He did not care about other people's opinions, and he had no morals. He did everything because he felt he should do it.
This kind of person was scary, and the man in the fog understood that.
The wind with the smell of blood swept through the sky, and screams echoed throughout the school, but be it Evil or the painter, neither of them moved.
Evil bit on the painter's arm. His stomach was bloated, and black veins popped on his pig face. His body started to lose control.
The painter was not doing so well. He used his body as a vessel to direct all the sin at the school to Evil's mouth.
He wanted to stuff Evil to death and deal with the sin at the school.
That was a good idea, but the problem was that he was the vessel. All the sin would be injected into the painter's body before entering Evil's mouth.
This was a battle of wills. Whoever could not withstand it first would end up in an incomparably miserable state.
Black veins popped on his face, and there seemed to be snakes swimming inside them. They pulsed like they could burst at any moment.
In that situation, the painter turned to look at the man in the fog.
Layers of fog blocked his vision. The man knew that the painter could not see him, but he still felt guilty. He was afraid of the painter's power.
"Are all the dirty things in the city like you?" The painter's expression was scary. Menacing was not enough to describe it. "You only know how to hide in the fog. Do you not even have the courage to face your own desire?"
"You've become more talkative, which means that you've become weaker." The man in the fog did not care what the painter said. He controlled the fog to cover his body. "I only want that door …"
"You will never find that door. Even if the door is before you, you won't be able to see it." The painter spoke as if to maintain his rationality. His face was completely twisted, and he was scarier than any monster he had painted.
Endless sin and negative emotions rushed into his body, and the pain that all the students at the School of the Afterlife had experienced reappeared in his mind. There were many things in life that could pierce one's heart. It could be a sentence or an incident, but they were like nails that pierced into one's heart.
On the surface, he was still smiling, but as long as his heart was still beating, the wound would be affected, and black blood would flow out from time to time.
It was not difficult to pull out the nail in one's heart, but even if one really let go, after the nail was pulled out, it would still leave an ugly wound.
The more painful it was, the deeper the wound. The painter could not heal the wound in everyone's heart, so he could only pull the nails out first and then erase the children's related memories.
If one did not think about it, it would not hurt. The painter had helped every child on both campuses, leaving only the good for them. The nails that symbolized pain were thrown into the trash collection center.
The more unbearable the memories were, the deeper they were buried.
These nails would not disappear just because their owners forgot them. In the end, they were also a part of their memories. Only with pain and sadness could life be considered complete.
The painter had not figured out how to deal with these 'trash', and at that moment, Evil appeared.
"I seem to have been wrong about one thing. Heaven is not devoid of sin. When the sun falls, there will be shadows. Perhaps I can build a heaven in the dark," the painter mumbled to himself. It seemed that only by thinking would one not be lost.
He was on the verge of collapse. When Dr. Gao suffered the sin behind the three-star scenario's door, even with his power as a Top Red Specter, he had almost collapsed. Now, the painter was suffering from the tragedy of a four-star scenario. It was not easy for him to survive until now.
This was a battle of wills. The painter was on the verge of madness, and Evil was not doing well either.
He could consume negative emotions and absorb tragedy and misfortune, but the conversion required time. He had not encountered something like this before. Before the painter, no one had spent years to extract all the sin from a four-star scenario.
Evil had a big appetite, but he could not swallow the whole school's misfortune.
The monsters from the red city had underestimated the School of the Afterlife. Even though there was no complete Greater Red Specter here, it was still a four-star scenario that the black phone had rated!
Evil spirits poured into the painter's body like a black waterfall, and then he sent them all into Evil's mouth.
Time lost its meaning behind the door. After who knew how long, Evil's body started to change. His pig mask was pushed open, and his body expanded several times.
"That mouth is not the end. If you want freedom, go fight for it. Break it, and you can get everything you want. " The painter knew what he had locked inside the trash collection center; it was the darkest side of this school.
Evil's pressure was much greater than the painter's. He did not have time to catch his breath. Before the sin in his stomach could be digested, more evil spirits formed from darkness and despair crawled into his mouth.
The eyes under the pig mask darted about anxiously, and a horrible sound came from his throat like a fish lover who had a fishbone stuck in his throat.
The man in the fog had a bad feeling. He had to make a move to buy time for Evil to digest.
"You heretic behind the door." The man finally decided to make his move. The fog morphed into a red storm, and the man stood in the eye of the storm. "Let me tell you, how stupid it is to build a heaven in hell."
Just as the leader moved, the painter reacted. The other arm behind his back reached toward Lin Sisi's hostel.
On the other side of the mirror, Lin Sisi seemed to know that this day would come. He turned to look at his bedroom before leaving silently.
The arm sliced through the mirror, and the second support was destroyed. Countless mirror fragments formed from memories and dreams fell, and every mirror reflected the painter's image.
The wounds on his body were torn open, and the arms that reached out from the wounds were covered in black blood. They waved slowly. "Every mirror here is my eyes. If I see you, I will take everything from you."
The painter had never been afraid of anyone. His madness was beyond everyone's expectation, including Chen Ge.
The arms grabbed Evil and pierced into his swollen body. The painter ignored the man in the fog but tried his best to shove the sin and tragedy from the school into Evil's body.
The black waterfall surged, and after Evil's body expanded to its limit, it finally exploded!
Many Specters crawled out from Evil's body, and the whole school was covered in negative emotions.
Depressed, dark, and covered in black blood, the painter tossed away Evil's broken body. He stood in the middle of the school.
"I've destroyed kindness and tossed away evil. Now, you are the only one left. Come, let me paint for you!"
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