Not only Zhou Tu, but the first thirteen easels in the center of the studio began to show abnormalities.

The blood spread across the canvas. The originally upside-down picture gradually changed. The normal half of the picture was submerged in the blood, and screams and wails continued to be heard from the canvas.

"Teacher Bai, what is going on?"

All the paintings in the oil painting studio are divided into two parts, the upper part is exactly the same as in reality, but the lower part is blood red.

When the blood began to spread, the bloody figures in the lower half of the painting all crawled to the other side of the painting along the blood.

They used various methods, with the help of the tools in the paintings, to kill their normal-looking selves.

The upside-down world was destroyed, and what was even more strange was that more and more blood came out of the bodies of the killed characters in the paintings, and they all rushed to the fourteenth easel.

The pattern on the canvas became clear. The red dress seemed to be some kind of taboo, and everyone's blood was required to make her appear.

“Bang!”

Zhou Tu, with a pale face, was thrown to the ground covered in blood. His body was highly deformed, like a sponge that had been squeezed hard by someone.

The blood mist that originally enveloped him became thicker and slowly drifted into the fourteenth easel.

The woman's long skirt was outlined in blood, lifelike, like a floating sea of ​​blood.

Screaming faces were engraved on the hem of her skirt, and under her feet were stepping on souls screaming in pain, like a flower blooming in the deepest despair.

Compared to everything around her, she seemed so different.

Standing in a cage filled with curses and negative emotions, that blood-stained dress is the brightest red in the world.

“This painting…”

As the blood vessels gathered, the fourteenth oil painting became clearer and clearer.

The desks were overturned, the mirrors were broken on the ground, and she stood barefoot in the center of the abandoned school.

The blood-red skirt clung to her body, and she raised her snow-white neck like a blood-red swan.

The painting only shows the woman's back. All the previous thirteen paintings were devoted to just outlining her back.

Standing blankly in front of the oil painting, Chen Ge involuntarily walked towards the fourteenth painting. He was very sure that the woman in that painting was Zhang Ya!

"Everyone is here. The people I saved, the people who saved me, the people I killed, and the people who killed me are all here."

The man's voice sounded again. When he said the first sentence, his voice was still masculine, but as he spoke, his voice became more neutral.

This sound seemed to be formed by countless voices mixed together, but most of the time, the male voice 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 in her own shadow. Chen Ge was worried that the other party would take this opportunity to attack Zhang Ya. After all, there might be someone stronger than the one in red in this school.

There was no response, and the voice slowly faded away amid the sound of blood dripping.

All the paintings in the painting studio were covered in blood. Reason and art were destroyed by violence, leaving only bloodstains.

"Why is Zhang Ya in the fourteenth painting? Was this planned long ago?" In the four-star scene, Chen Ge looked very small. Even with many club members around him, he was still very uneasy, but he concealed his uneasiness.

Chen Ge would never reveal his true thoughts before the outcome of the matter came out, but this time was different. After seeing the other party draw Zhang Ya, his heart suddenly tightened.

"The Psychic Ghost School is related to Zhang Ya! This time Zhang Ya is not a trump card, but one of the chess pieces on the chessboard."

The fourteen paintings represent fourteen people. One of the paintings has Lin Sisi's signature on it, and another one depicts Zhou Tu's death. Chen Ge has seen some of the owners of the paintings, while others may have passed by him in this school.

They are both competitors and partners, and everyone will do whatever it takes to achieve their ultimate goal.

"The rules of the Psychic Ghost School are substitution and escape. The person who will bear the hatred of the entire school in the end will probably be chosen from these fourteen 'painters'."

Chen Ge didn't know what he was going to face. Everyone in the ghost school was looking for a scapegoat, so he suspected that the owner of the school also had this plan. After all, the person who pushed the door had been swallowed by Zhang Ya. Fundamentally speaking, the so-called owner of the school was just a substitute.

"The four-star scene is very large and is still expanding. Carrying such a door probably requires enduring unimaginable negative emotions."

The oil painting room is located at the deepest part of the corridor of the experimental building. The changes here are gradually spreading to the entire floor. Bright red oil paint has penetrated into the walls, and blood is running through the walls, as if it is some kind of plant with extremely strong life that grows rapidly by sucking nutrients from corpses.

The figures in the painting were bleeding. They were slapping the canvas with force, their expressions were hideous and terrifying, but they could not escape from the painting.

"Go... Go!" The skinny Zhou Tu woke up from his coma. He raised his bony arm and grabbed Zhang Ju next to him: "It's started. The painter has started."

"Painter?" Zhang Ju was sure that this was the first time he heard this name, but for some reason, his body instinctively trembled after hearing these two words.

The top half-length red-dressed man was trembling, just because he heard a name. This was simply unimaginable to Chen Ge.

"Let's leave here first." Chen Ge motioned Zhang Ju and Zhu Long to take Zhou Tu with them. He was the first to rush to the door of the oil painting studio and opened it. A foul odor and cold air rushed into the room, causing Chen Ge to take a few steps back.

Looking closely, I saw a man in red work clothes standing outside sideways, his upper body tilted, as he lay on the door panel and eavesdropped.

"Red clothes..."

Chen Ge encountered this man in red when he first entered the experimental building, but he was lucky last time and managed to escape.

"Are you also a school staff member? It's not safe here. If you want to have a good chat with us, we can go somewhere else." Chen Ge tried to communicate with the other party, but before he could finish his words, a bloody smell suddenly wafted from behind him.

"careful!"

Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood on Chen Ge's left and right, each with a ghost face under their feet.

Looking down, Chen Ge realized that the man in red outside the door seemed to like collecting the faces of living people.

On the ground around him, there were crowded bleeding faces.

“Ding Dong Ding Dong…”

The sound of metal colliding came from the red-shirted waist. His blood-red work clothes were blown open by the wind, revealing various anatomical tools hidden underneath.