The man in the blood mist never expected that his most trusted subordinate would be killed instantly after a confrontation.

He recalled Chang Wenyu's words, that the painter possessed a very terrifying special ability, which was that if he paid a certain price, he could paint the person or evil spirit he saw into the painting and deprive the other person of everything.

This ability has great limitations, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limitations were. She only said that the painter could only use this ability three times within a period of time, which means that the other party could only draw three people.

"Shan's soul didn't fly away, she was just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist checked the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman. He knew very well that after the soul of the woman in red flew away, no trace would be left in this world, but Shan's body was preserved.

"If Chang Wenyu didn't lie, and the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, then there's nothing to be afraid of." The man put Shan's body down: "Chang Wenyu consumed his ability once in order to delay the painter, and Shan just consumed one of his paintings. Now he only has one chance to use his ability."

The thick blood mist blocked the view. The leading man had been hiding in the mist and had not revealed his true appearance. "It's a terrifying ability, but it's meaningless in the face of the absolute difference in numbers. When he finished the third painting, his soul was gone."

The blood mist that obscured Evil slowly dissipated, and the leading man almost brought Evil to the painter. In his opinion, it was worth exchanging Evil's life for a painting of the painter.

"When I push open that ownerless door and become the Red Dressed One, I will find what you have lost and let you be reborn on your own corpses."

The man's words seemed to speak to evil. After the man finished speaking, the monster that looked like a human and a pig rushed towards the painter like a madman.

Blood mist rolled up, black liquid flowed from his evil mouth, and his entire body exuded a foul odor. Contrary to kindness, there was nothing likable about this monster.

"The painter's special ability is powerful, but his body is not that strong. Evil just restrains him. If only goodness was still there, with the help of goodness, good and evil would merge with each other, and even the red clothes could resist for a while." The man in the blood mist can control the thick fog of the world behind the door. Regardless of other things, this ability alone is mysterious enough: "What a pity, he should have seen the problem, so he was willing to waste an opportunity to paint to severely damage goodness."

Thick fog gathered around him, and the man was like the center of a storm. He attracted all the blood mist around him and then entered the ghost school.

Black thorns paved the way underfoot, and the man and the evil approached the teaching building from two different directions.

The man in the blood mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he didn't expect was that the painter, whose body shape had changed drastically, actually moved and stood between him and evil.

"You want to deal with both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist was very strong. He had not revealed his true face yet, and his identity and strength were a mystery. If it weren't for the painter's terrifying ability, this battle might have ended long ago.

The painter didn't waste any words and proved everything with his actions. His arms that reached up to the sky on his back had black veins bulging under the stimulation of negative emotions, and the painter's aura was getting stronger and stronger.

He wanted to integrate the will of the ghost school, absorb all the anxiety and despair, and turn the negative emotions of all the ghost school students into his own weapons.

There is an extraordinary power contained in human emotions, which is why obsession arises and doors appear.

"The disasters that Red Clothes can endure are limited. Without the recognition of the gate, you can't bear the negative emotions accumulated in the entire school. You will lose your mind and be blown up." The man in the blood mist waved his arms again, and more figures vaguely emerged outside the ghost school: "There are countless ghosts in that city. They are twisted and crazy, and they are all coveting this school. Even if you can stop me and evil, what can we do? As long as you are dragged, the wills of those schools in the ghost school will be devoured. If you are dragged for a second, countless wills will dissipate. As the will disappears, you will become weaker and weaker."

The man in the blood mist didn't want to fight, but the painter didn't give him another chance to speak.

“Bang!”

A large piece of the blood-red mirror above his head shattered, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed it hard at the evil.

The blood-colored mirror turned into countless crying wills the moment it fell off. They became knives in the hands of the painter, condensing a bloody light in the process of swinging.

The mirror slid across Evil's body, cut open the pig-face mask he was wearing, and tore open the giant mouth on his side. But just as the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, a slight sound came from the mouth on his side.

Countless tiny teeth bit into the mirror, black liquid dripped onto the mirror, and the mirror composed of students' memories shattered in an instant, and the afterimages of those children were swallowed by the giant mouth while crying.

"Greed is a kind of evil. It can eat a lot of things. The more it eats, the stronger it becomes."

The giant mouth healed rapidly. It swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.

"You want to swallow me up too?"

The mirror in the sky had already shattered into pieces, and the buildings became unreal. Only four places were not greatly affected.

At this time, the painter took the initiative to stretch his arms behind his back to one of the places - the garbage transfer station located in the middle of the east and west campuses.

“True evil is not physical ugliness or defects in human nature, but a kind of purposeless simplicity. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board. It has no more ideas. It is cold, evil, and everything is just because it is black.”

The painter grabbed the garbage transfer station in the mirror with his arms on his back. The monster on all fours completely destroyed the door of the last room of the transfer station and then fled in panic.

The mirror shattered, one of the fulcrums was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the East and West campuses poured into the painter's body. His face was hideous, and he used his body as a medium to stuff all the sins and curses into the mouth of evil.

The sinful souls were screaming, they never expected that the end of their short journey would be a huge, smelly mouth.

Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, and cursing, no words could shake the painter.

"I am a painter. I need white and I also need black. As long as I can complete the final painting, it doesn't matter what color I use."

The body of evil was stretched, the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calmness on his face slowly disappeared.

All the evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were locked up by him personally. They were some useless garbage and the darkest and most terrifying part of human nature.

"If you want to eat, I'll let you eat as much as you want!"