The presence that radiated from the woman behind the door was different from other Top Red Specters. It was a kind of extreme evil. When one's gaze fell on her, they would be attracted, and then they would slowly sink and lose themselves.
She was dangerous, and everyone who saw her knew that. However, no one tried to escape. When they saw her, they lost control of their bodies.
"Zhang Ya …"
Sitting on the cold ground of the School of the Afterlife, his fingers stained with sticky blood, Chen Ge had a strange feeling. It was as if the reflection in his eyes was not a Red Specter but the amalgamation of human emotions.
She was in his eyes. She was so real, but he could not touch her.
Chen Ge was not the only one who had this strange feeling. The other three Top Red Specters at the School of the Afterlife were acting strangely as well. Their subconscious reaction did not feel like they had met their own kind; it was more like a fish in shallow water running into a giant beast from the deep.
"I'm reminded of a legend related to the School of the Afterlife."
"At this school, there is a name that cannot be mentioned. Everything related to her is taboo."
"Some say she is the door-pusher, and others say she killed the door-pusher."
The painter looked at his last painting. The confused small shadow was looking around.
"I made a wrong move. This painting should have been left for her." The black arm on the painter's back fell off his body. He voluntarily removed the school's consciousness from his body.
"You're giving up?" The man in the fog wanted to cry. Half of his body had assimilated with the fog. He had paid a heavy price, but he had gained nothing.
"The school's consciousness is afraid. If I don't remove it, I will be affected as well." The painter's voice was still calm, and no one could guess what he was thinking.
"Affected? Even a Top Red Specter is afraid? "
"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The wounded painter lifted his head to look at the door of the School of the Afterlife. "The blood red world behind the door is a bottomless abyss. We live behind the door, and I have always thought that we are part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all people who are looking into the abyss.
Black blood dripped out from his body. To kill Kindness and Evil, the painter had used his special power and suffered the sins that he had accumulated over the years. He stared at the woman behind the door, and his nails dug into his flesh.
"Why did you come back?"
The door that was about to break in half was pressed down by the woman. The three-headed demon on the door seemed to come alive. Its remaining eye was red. Chains surged out from the demon's body and wrapped around the woman's arm.
"Chance!"
The patient's body exploded in the fog, and only his head remained. He knew that he only had one chance, so he stopped holding back. The blood fog around the school boiled, and even the fog around the red city was stolen by him.
At the same time, indistinct cries came from the depths of the bloody city. The expression of the patient in the patient's gown turned ugly. He gritted his teeth and forced himself not to pay attention to it.
Two of the three Top Red Specters joined forces to attack the woman. In the end, only the painter was left standing in the middle of the school alone.
He raised his arm, and his fingertips were covered in heart blood. He wanted to paint, but he could not move his arm.
"Why did you come back?"
The black hair fell to reveal half of the woman's face. The black and red eyes were like the reflection of the stars in the sea of blood.
Chang Wenyu and the patient's attack had arrived, but she stared right at the painter.
She did not say a word or make any movement. She just stared at the painter.
The arm that was raised did not move like it was petrified. The painter's heart blood dripped down his palm and fell to the ground.
However, even though this precious heart blood was wasted, the painter did not move. He did not paint.
When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face was pale, and his dark eyes were filled with cracks like a shattered crystal ball.
The blood wind dried the painter's blood. The woman's red lips curled into a soul-stirring smile. Her hand that gripped the door slowly pressed down. The school's consciousness and Chang Wenyu wailed at the same time, but she did not seem to hear them. She stepped on the door that represented the four-star scenario, the School of the Afterlife, under her feet.
"The door is the path that connects the blood world to reality. No one dares to violate it like that. You …" Hiding in the fog, only his head was left. He wanted to say something, but he realized that he opened his mouth, but he could not make a sound. There seemed to be something stuck in his throat.
He lowered his head to look, and a strand of black hair brushed past the corner of his eyes. He whipped around and realized that countless strands of black hair were crawling out from his neck like they were piercing through his body.
"She can ignore the blood fog? How did she find me? This is not something a Red Specter can do! "
The black hair was like a curse that could not be shaken off. It wrapped around the patient like a doll, and he had no idea when he had fallen for it.
In the blink of an eye, the back of the patient's head was split open. His bloodshot eyes widened, and before he was wrapped by the black hair, his head turned into a bloody mist, leaving only a teardrop behind.
The patient's body was shrouded in sin, but the tear in his head was crystal clear like it was his most precious memory.
Without a body, the patient completely melted into the fog. Blood rain fell from the sky, and each drop of rain hid the worst curse.
"You can't stop me!"
The tear was hidden in the rain, and it rushed toward the door next to the woman.
The black dress was drenched by the blood rain, and the woman's other hand slowly rose.
The endless black hair was like an inverted ocean, and it covered the entire sky.
Her gaze moved away from the painter, and her perfect eyes focused on a certain spot at the school. Her five slender fingers slowly tightened, and the black hair pierced through the fog to envelop the school.
She didn't even look for that teardrop. Instead, she wanted to tear apart the rain that filled the sky!
The black hair fluttered, and the dress was as red as blood. The woman stepped on the door of the School of the Afterlife and attacked everything around her.
"The painter!" Lin Sisi released Xu Yin and risked his life to come to the painter's side. "Why didn't you make a move earlier? You should have one more chance … "
"It's useless." The painter's arms fell weakly. He looked at the woman who stepped on the door, and his expression was complicated. "I can only draw ghosts. That woman is about to become a Demon God."
"Demon God?" This was the first time that Lin Sisi had heard of this.
Fear and desire crossed the painter's eyes. "Above a Red Specter is a Demon God."
The black hair covered the sky, and the black hair swallowed the ground. Between the sky and the ground, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.
She wore a red dress, and she was the only red in this world.
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