The students in the haunted school fled in panic, but where could they escape to?

Hiding only delays the time of soul-splitting. The monsters in the bloody city do not need the will of the ghost school. Everything is edible nourishment for them.

The door of the ghost school hit the wall, and the high walls on both sides of the gate were crushed by black thorns. The man stepped into the ghost school with his left foot, and the blood-red fog behind him was like a red tide.

“It’s much easier than expected.”

Thick fog enveloped his body, and only a blurry figure could be seen. His head slowly turned, and finally seemed to be looking at the blood-red mirror above his head.

"Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and only you are building heaven." The man's voice was filled with a hint of mockery: "If you had really seen heaven, you wouldn't be abandoned behind the door."

He raised his feet and continued to move forward. No evil ghost in the ghost school stood up to stop him, no matter they were the wandering ghosts taken in by the ghost school or the red-clothed ghosts born in the ghost school.

More and more cracks appeared on the mirror in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror continued to collapse. Even with the support of Lin Sisi and others, nothing could be changed.

"It seems there is no need to hold on any longer." The painter stood on the top floor of the experimental building, looking at the crumbling East and West campus, and suddenly raised his hand.

His fingertips touched the sky above the East and West Campuses. It was a mirror, a mirror made up of countless memories and wills.

"This is not heaven yet. This is just a painting of mine, a painting that I haven't figured out a name for yet."

His fingertips passed through the mirror, and countless blood flowed towards the painter. When his fingers stretched out from the other side of the mirror, they were already covered with blood.

"This painting is ruined. I can just paint another one. I need a new canvas and new paint." The body was pierced by a lens, and the painter's coat was completely dyed red.

The painter in the East and West campuses gives people the feeling of a dead sea, silent and calm. When he walks out of the mirror, he gives people another feeling, which is hard to describe. Every move makes people unwilling to approach him.

After the painter left the East and West campuses, large chunks of the mirror in the sky began to fall off, as if it was raining blood.

"Have you given up?" The man in the blood mist did not step forward immediately. He looked up at somewhere in the ghost school and seemed to smell something.

The painter's figure on the experimental building has disappeared, but his figure is reflected in every piece of mirror fragment falling from the sky.

When the first piece of mirror fragment fell on the ground of the ghost school, the fragments turned into countless fine blood threads, and the painter's figure appeared in front of the teaching building.

He stood alone in the open space in front of the ghost school building. Blood mist hit his body and black thorns spread all around him, but he did not dodge like other evil ghosts.

"The will of the ghost school has been split. You destroyed your last hope with your own hands. Chang Wenyu was seriously injured. How can you hold off a city alone?" The man in the blood mist stopped and said, "You can escape from this place like Chang Wenyu did. I know there must be other exits in the ghost school."

"Exit?" The painter's coat was stained red, blood threads intertwined on his body, covering his heart: "Isn't the place where you are standing the exit of the ghost school?"

The fragments of the mirror fell on the painter, leaving streaks of blood. The distance between heaven and earth had never been so short as it was now, so short that there was only one person in the middle.

"I'm the ghost that everyone in this school is afraid of, so when they are all afraid, I will stand in front of them."

His arms suddenly opened, and arms formed by blood threads stretched out from behind the painter, dispersing the blood mist and propping up the mirror above his head!

"Come together, I will use your blood to complete my new painting"

Without further words, the painter who held up the sky took the initiative to rush towards the ghost correction gate. Countless wills followed the painter's voice and roared.

The world in the mirror was roaring, and countless negative emotions flowed into the painter's body along his arms on the back like a black waterfall!

"I don't like this, but who in this world can always be who they like?"

Ferocious faces appeared on the painter's body. They tore at his body and injected all the pain and hatred into him!

"Who has not drawn nourishment from the dry bones of the grave, who has not taken root and grown in flesh and blood? I have seen countless hells, but it is precisely because of this that I want to find heaven!"

Black cracks appeared on the red clothes, and hideous ghost faces were biting the body underneath the red clothes. Each crack concealed chilling despair, and hideous human faces began to grow in each wound!

"What kind of ability is this? Why is it different from what Chang Wenyu said?" The voice of the man in the blood mist was different from before. Things had taken an unexpected turn: "You drew those dead people on your body?! You can gain their power? No, you endured their pain and despair! They are the ones gnawing at your body!"

His question was destined to have no answer, as the painter rushed into the blood mist in an instant.

"I just want that ownerless door, why have you come out to stop me?" The man in the blood mist waved his arms, and the other two figures behind him walked forward.

Wherever the painter passed, the blood mist dissipated, and the two monsters that walked out of the bloody city revealed their true faces.

One of them was wearing a sheep's head mask. She had a perfect figure and red lines on her skin. She looked very fragile, and tears kept oozing out from under the mask.

The woman seemed to have no face of her own, and the sheep-head mask seemed to have become a part of her body.

The other monster was huge in size, like a human and a pig. He was crawling on all fours and had a vague human appearance. He was wearing a pig face mask. What was even more terrifying was that there was a half-meter-long mouth split open on the side of this man, and his mouth was full of fangs.

"Good and evil, you hold him back, I will go find the door." The man standing in the middle seemed to have great confidence in the two monsters, but before he could take a step, the woman wearing a sheep's head mask suddenly stopped crying, and the tears flowing from under the mask turned into blood.

"Good?" When the man in the blood mist looked back, he saw the woman who was exposed in front of the painter standing there. Her sheep head mask slowly fell off and fell to the ground along with her head.

"Good!" The dispersed blood mist instantly rushed in from all directions, protecting the evil on the other side. The man made sure that he would not be seen by the painter before he dared to approach Good, but it was too late.

"I don't like kindness, because my kindness has never been treated kindly." The painter tore off a piece of skin wrapped in blood from his heart, on which was painted the image of a woman with a sheep's head!

"Now there are only two left."