The top floor of the experimental building is the place closest to the sky, and it is also the place where you can touch another world with your hand.

The originally normal campus has begun to change, with more and more students turning into bloodshot and ugly monsters.

They wailed in the once peaceful campus. They were so used to the good things that they could never imagine that they had ever suffered such painful things.

Every second that the blood-red mirror covering the ghost school exists, several blood threads will shatter, and the memories contained in the blood threads will disappear, and the last trace of the owner of the memories in this world will be erased.

The painter's East and West campuses are undergoing irreversible collapse, and as the owner of the East and West campuses, the painter is now standing on the top floor of the laboratory building.

He picked up the broken drawing board, and as he raised his hand, black and red blood appeared on the drawing board.

"You want to kill me?" Chang Wenyu sat on the edge of the building with her legs dangling in the air. "You have the approval of half of the students in the ghost school, but you cannot control the will of the other half. If you kill me, the will of the school will be completely swallowed up by that city."

"I have never killed anyone, but many people died because of me. I used a drawing board to record their final appearance, and occasionally took it out to appreciate it in my spare time." The painter grabbed a corner of the drawing board and dipped his pale fingers in the wet blood on it. He didn't seem to care about what Chang Wenyu said at all. He just talked to himself and said what he wanted to say.

"You've never killed anyone?" Chang Wenyu crossed her legs and stretched her arms: "You always find reasons for what you do, and that's what I hate most about you."

The smell of blood on the roof of the experimental building became stronger and stronger. Chang Wenyu stood up, with blood-red flames burning in her eyes: "Do you know why I escaped from this school and finally came back?"

The painter shook his head slightly.

"I saw some of the children's families outside the door. They were guarding their unconscious children, waiting for them to return home." Chang Wenyu stood on the edge of the building, with the reflection of the blood-red world above her head and the East and West campuses collapsing and turning into blood threads under her feet: "But I know this is impossible. The door has bound them. It seems to be salvation, but in fact it is just sending them into deeper despair."

Her long black hair was blown by the blood-red wind. Chang Wenyu's right eye was pulsating with red light, and black blood oozed from the socket of her dug-out left eye. "So I came back. I can't save all the children here. What I can do is destroy this door, bury all of you, and prevent our story from happening to others."

Blood bloomed on her coat bit by bit, and Chang Wenyu's expression became more and more crazy: "I will destroy this place at all costs."

"Can you do it? If you lose the recognition of the ghost school's will, you will become weaker and weaker, and everything you have learned in this school will eventually be returned to it." The painter's tone was flat, as if he was just asking the other party whether he had eaten breakfast.

"I don't need the recognition of the ghost school. It's enough if someone in this school recognizes me." The atmosphere on the top of the experimental building became increasingly tense, and Chang Wenyu was ready to fight the painter.

"It's good to have your own ideas, but why do you want to attract the ghosts in that city?" The painter's eyes passed Chang Wenyu and looked at the bloody city outside the ghost school: "Fighting for the recognition of the ghost school's will and becoming the new door-pusher is a matter between us. Why do you have to drag them in? Are you still afraid of me?"

"I know you won't make the same mistake again, so I only have this one chance to completely destroy this place before you become the new door pusher."

"Destroy the school door; attract the ghosts of the Bloody City; contact all the red-clothed people who have resisted me and are qualified to be door-openers; is this your entire plan?" The painter's hand moved gently on the drawing board: "In fact, I am very curious about how you opened the main door of the school. All the evil ghosts will be suppressed by the will of the ghost school, and no one can approach that door. This should be the only thing I didn't expect."

"Evil ghosts will be targeted, but living people may not be." Chang Wenyu wiped the black blood flowing from her left eye socket: "I found the left eye of the door pusher in the ghost school. I have been hiding outside the door all these years just to wait for this day. In the end, it was he who pushed open the door of the ghost school, and only his eyes can deceive the will of the ghost school. So I asked a living person to hold the left eye of the door pusher and push the main door of the ghost school open a crack."

The blood flowers on Chang Wenyu's coat were blooming, and this top red-dressed girl was revealing her true appearance. However, it seemed that because she was in the East and West campus built by the painter, she was completely suppressed at this time, and her aura was sometimes strong and sometimes weak.

"I spent years turning this cemetery into a paradise, but you spent years thinking about how to destroy everything." The painter sighed slowly: "It seems that I really can't have any expectations of you. If I want to concentrate on doing your own thing, I can only ask you to shut up forever."

"Don't deceive yourself. No one can create a paradise. What you paint is just hell." Chang Wenyu stood at the place closest to the sky, her coat almost completely turned red. "Painter, from the first time I saw you, I knew that the school would definitely recognize you, because in this school, you are the only one who still believes that behind the door is not a cage of despair. What I didn't expect was that one day you would be able to do this and almost succeed in controlling everything."

The painter did not reply this time; his pale fingers moved across the drawing board.

"What are you doing?" The area just below Chang Wenyu's heart was still not completely red.

"I'm painting." The painter raised the worn-out drawing board in his hand: "I like to paint what they look like before they die."

On the broken drawing board was a painting of a woman in red. One of her eyes was as red as blood, and the other eye had been gouged out, leaving only a pitch-black hole.

"How do you think she would like to die?"

The painter stabbed the woman's heart with his blood-soaked finger, and Chang Wenyu, who was standing on the edge of the building, fell backwards at the same time, with a crazy laugh coming out of her mouth.

"Then why do you think I am deliberately delaying time?"

Amidst the laughter, Chang Wenyu turned into a blood flower. Her body shattered into countless blood threads. Only a coat remained in the air, with the exception of the heart area, which was stained red everywhere else.

"Knowing my ability, did you hide your heart in advance?" The painter looked at Chang Wenyu on the drawing board: "She lost her body, but consumed one of my paintings..."

The painter did not look at the blood-stained clothes in the air again, but looked towards the Ghost School Gate. In the thick blood mist, a new threat was emerging from the blood-red city.