The broken mirrors fell like a storm. Above them was the broken sky, and around them was a thick blood fog. Below them were twisted black thorns.
The whole School of the Afterlife was the background, and before them was a blood red city.
All the scenes that could only be seen in nightmares became reality behind the door. Apocalypse was not enough to describe the tragedy of the School of the Afterlife. Perhaps this was another hell.
Evil's body burst, and many evil spirits escaped from his stomach. They danced around the school. They cursed Evil's broken body and everything that they saw.
The heaven that the painter had worked so hard to build had completely collapsed at that moment. The sins that were buried deep inside the garbage transfer station regained their freedom, and the darkest things in the people's hearts escaped. They screamed, cursed, and used all kinds of extreme actions to tell the bystanders how dark human nature could be.
They were the things that the painter had tried to hide, and now they were released by the painter. They took revenge on the surrounding ghosts, be it the students or outsiders.
These things that escaped from the trash transfer station, even though everything they did was to vent their anger, at this special moment, they helped the painter share a lot of pressure.
The monsters from the red city came aggressively, but the most dangerous wave had been neutralized by the painter. He had used his special power to destroy Kindness and used the negative emotions that the school had accumulated over the years to destroy Evil. Now, there was only one enemy left.
His arm was connected to the blood red mirror. The painter had the approval of half of the students at the school, and that was one of the reasons he was able to survive until now.
As long as he did not step out of the school, the painter would be able to unleash a scary power. Chang Wenyu could do that as well. Because the painter knew that, he wanted to kill Chang Wenyu the moment he arrived.
The world behind the door was dangerous. The slightest mistake would cause one's soul to dissipate. The man in the fog had underestimated the painter, and that was why he had lost his advantage.
He had lost both Kindness and Evil, but the man did not give up. From his perspective, this was an opportunity that he could not let go.
He was able to leave the city in a short period of time to get close to the School of the Afterlife, which meant that he lived at the edge of the city. There had to be monsters that were scarier than him in the city.
If he could not take down the School of the Afterlife in a short amount of time, once he attracted the attention of the monsters at the center of the city, the door would be taken away by other 'people'.
The storm formed by the blood mist slowly approached. The wounded painter looked at the center of the storm silently, and his eyes started to change. Blood vessels pulled at his pupils, and his dark eyes slowly melted, leaving only a deep black in his eye sockets.
"Do you think I won't be able to see you if you hide?"
Every piece of mirror that fell from the sky had the painter's shadow. His dark eyes stared in a certain direction.
The storm came, but the painter did not dodge. He did not know what the enemy's power was, and he did not know how the enemy would attack.
In this kind of situation, the best way to defend was to continuously attack, making it possible for the opponent to die at any time, making them unable to use their abilities.
The painter was defenseless. He kept looking for an opening, but the man in the fog did not show any openings. The mirror shards that fell from the sky could not get close to the man.
If he could not see, he would not be able to draw. That should be one of the painter's weaknesses.
"Your power comes from the school's consciousness. Since your fight with Evil, you've been using the mirror in the sky. Your power comes from there, and it looks like the thing that I want is there as well." The man in the fog was cunning. He had not shown himself, but he had gathered more and more information in the dark. When he made his move, it would be when he was confident.
The blood storm touched the mirror in the sky. The man did not fight the painter head-on. He was hiding in the storm to look for the door.
"You are very smart but also very stupid. Your greed is far beyond your ability." The painter moved the arm behind him and reached toward the mirror with the broken arm that had been bitten by Evil.
This time, his arm reached into the manmade lake on the western campus.
The dead body that floated on the surface was facing downward, but when the painter's arm passed through the mirror and reached into the water, the body flipped and revealed its face.
The face shocked everyone; it was the same as Fan Yu outside the door!
"Everyone's memory floats in their mind. That lake is the school's sea of memories. It contains all the students' most normal memories, including the things that I have forgotten." The painter's face was similar to Fan Yu, but due to the difference in presence, anyone would think that they were two different people.
The arm that had been bitten by Evil grabbed the body in the lake. The painter paused and then slowly tightened his fingers.
The body dissolved into blood in the painter's palm, and it dripped into the lake drop by drop.
The ordinary memories were stung, and the ordinary lake water became different from before. First, there were ripples, and then it became turbid. Blood-red bubbles appeared on the surface of the lake, and gradually, the entire lake turned the color of blood.
"This is a painting that I drew. It's better for me to destroy it myself." The painter's arm suddenly dropped, and the mirror exploded. The red lake water poured down.
Various voices echoed in the school. The memory seemed to come alive, and the distance from the sky to the ground was their entire life.
In that short period of time, the past turned into a fine rain that pierced through the storm and covered the school.
The painter had stolen everyone's memory, and now he was personally returning them to them.
The students at the school remembered many things that they had forgotten. These were the most boring moments of their lives, and they did not expect them to become memories that could not be cut off after death. It was these simple things that made up their different selves.
The blood vessels in the mirror started to break again. The students' consciousness was shaken, and the mirror shook. Only three places on the campuses remained relatively stable.
One was the lab where the painter had stayed, one was the library where the blindfolded man was, and the last place was the broken education block on the eastern campus.
Lin Sisi and the monster at the trash collection station had run into the library. There was no one in the education block on the eastern campus, but it was not affected. That was not normal.
"The door is hidden in the education block?" The man in the fog rushed toward the education block, and this time, the painter did not stop him.
The rain of memory fell into the blood storm. Other than the painter, no one noticed that every drop reflected the painter's shadow.
His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm, and his scarred lips slowly opened. "I see you."
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