Even in the world behind the door, there are very few evil spirits as crazy as the painter.

He is different from other monsters. He cannot be judged as good or evil. No one knows what he is thinking, and no one knows what he will do in the next second. But one thing is certain, this man in red is very scary, and he will do anything to achieve his goals.

He doesn't care what others think and has no moral constraints. Everything he does is simply because he feels he should do it.

Such people are very scary, and the man in the blood mist also understands this.

The fishy wind swept across the sky, and screams echoed throughout the campus, but neither the evil nor the painter was shaken.

The pig bit the painter's arm so hard that his stomach was distended, black veins appeared on his pig face, and his body gradually became uncoordinated.

The painter's situation was not too good either, as he used his body as a vehicle to channel all the sins accumulated on the East and West campuses into the mouth of evil.

He wanted to kill all the evil and get rid of the sins accumulated in the ghost school at the same time.

The idea is good, but the problem is that he is the one acting as the conduit. All the sins will first be injected into the painter's body and then into the mouth of evil.

This is a battle of wills. Whoever can't bear it first will suffer a miserable end.

Black blood vessels appeared on his face, and it seemed as if there were poisonous snakes swimming in the blood vessels, constantly jumping and threatening to burst at any time.

In this situation, the painter looked at the man in the blood mist.

Blocked by layers of thick fog, the man knew that the painter couldn't see him, but he still felt a little guilty, as he was very afraid of the painter's abilities.

"Are all the filthy people in that city the same as you?" The painter's expression was terrifying, and the word "ferocious" was not enough to describe it: "You can only hide in the fog, without even the courage to face your own desires?"

"You talk more, which means you are getting weaker." The man in the blood mist didn't care what the painter said. He controlled the blood mist to cover his body: "I just want that door..."

"You will never find that door. Even if the door is right in front of you, you can't see it." The painter spoke as if to keep himself sane. His face was completely deformed and distorted. At this moment, he was more terrifying than any monster he had ever painted.

Endless sins and negative emotions rushed into his body, and the pain that all the ghost school students had experienced reappeared in his mind. There are always many things in life that can hurt people's hearts, it may be a word or it may be an event, they are like nails piercing into the heart.

He still had a smile on his face, but as long as his heart was still beating, the wound would be affected and black blood would flow out from time to time.

It is not difficult to pull out the nail that pierces your heart, but even if you really let it go, an ugly wound will still be left after the nail is pulled out.

The more painful the sting, the deeper the wound. The painter has no way to heal the wound in everyone's heart, so he can only pull out the nails first and then erase the children's related memories.

If you don't think about it, it won't hurt. The painter helped every child in the East and West campuses, leaving only beauty for them, and the nails that symbolized pain were put into the garbage transfer station.

The more unbearable the memories are, the deeper they are buried.

These nails will not disappear just because their owners forget about them. After all, they are also part of the memory. Life is complete only because of pain and sadness.

The painter had not figured out how to deal with this "garbage", and at this time, evil appeared.

"I seem to have always got one thing wrong. Heaven is not without sin. When the sun sets, shadows are bound to exist. Maybe I can build a heaven in the darkness." The painter muttered to himself, as if only by constantly thinking could he not get lost.

He is now on the verge of collapse. Dr. Gao had endured the sin behind the door of the three-star scene, but he almost collapsed with the strength of a top-level red-clothed warrior. Now the painter is enduring the disaster of a four-star scene, and it is not easy for him to hold on until now.

It is a battle of wills, the painter is on the verge of madness, and the evil situation is not good.

He could devour negative emotions, absorb disasters and misfortunes, but transformation took time. He had never encountered such a situation before, and no one before the painter would spend years stripping away all the sins in a four-star scene.

The evil appetite is huge, but he still can't swallow the misfortune of the entire ghost school.

The monsters in the Bloody City underestimated the Psychic Ghost School. Even if there was no complete red-dressed creature here, it was still rated a four-star scene by the black phone!

Evil thoughts like a black waterfall were injected into the painter's body, and then all sent into the evil mouth by him.

Time lost its meaning behind the door. No one knew how much time had passed before Evil's body began to deform. His pig-face mask was stretched open, and his entire body swelled several times in size.

"That mouth is not the end. If you want freedom, then go and fight for it. Break it open and you can get everything you want." The painter knew clearly what he had locked up in the garbage transfer station. That was the darkest side of this ghost school.

The pressure that evil bears is much greater than that of the painter. It has no time to breathe. The sins in its stomach have not yet been digested, and more evil spirits condensed from darkness and despair have drilled into its mouth.

The eyeballs under the pig-face mask moved restlessly and an unpleasant sound came from his throat, as if a person who liked to eat fish had a fishbone stuck in his throat.

The man in the blood mist had a bad premonition. He had to take action to buy time for the evil to digest.

"You heretic behind the door." The man finally decided to take action. The blood mist turned into a red storm, and the man stood in the center of the storm: "Let me tell you how stupid it is to build a paradise in hell."

As soon as the leading man made a move, the painter responded immediately. His other arm behind him stretched out towards the dormitory building where Lin Sisi was.

On the other side of the mirror, Lin Sisi seemed to have known that this day would come. He looked back at his dormitory and left quietly.

The arm scratched the mirror, the second fulcrum was destroyed, and countless mirror fragments composed of memories and dreams fell down, and the painter's figure was reflected on each piece of the mirror.

The wounds on his body were torn apart, and the arms that stretched out from the cracks were stained with black blood and waved slowly: "Every mirror here is my eye. If you let me see you, everything you have will be taken away by me."

The painter was never afraid of anyone, and his madness was beyond the expectations of everyone, including Chen Ge.

Arms grabbed hold of Evil and pierced into its swollen body. The painter ignored the man in the blood mist and focused on stuffing all the disasters and sins in the ghost school into Evil's body.

The black waterfall surged, and after the evil body swelled to its limit, it finally exploded!

Countless evil spirits emerged from the evil body, and the entire ghost school was shrouded in negative emotions.

The depressed, dark, and blood-stained painter threw away the remains of evil and stood in the center of the ghost hall.

"I destroyed the good and threw away the evil. Now you are the only one left. Come, let me paint for you!"