Shattered lenses fell like a rainstorm, there was a torn sky above, thick blood mist around, and twisted black thorns underfoot.

The entire ghost school is the background, and facing in front is a blood-red city.

All the scenes that can only be seen in nightmares have become reality in the world behind the door. Doomsday is no longer enough to describe the tragedy of the Psychic Ghost School. Perhaps this is another hell.

Evil's body was burst, and countless evil spirits ran out of his stomach and flew around the ghost school. They were spitting on the remains of Evil and cursing everything they saw.

The paradise that the painter worked hard to construct has completely collapsed at this moment. The sins buried deep in the garbage transfer station have regained their freedom, and the darkest things in those people's hearts have come out. They scream and curse, and use all kinds of extreme behaviors to tell the onlookers how dark human nature can be.

They were what the painter tried hard to cover up, but now they were released by the painter himself. They indiscriminately retaliated against the ghosts around them, no matter they were students in the ghost school or outsiders.

Although all these dirty things that escaped from the garbage transfer station did was to vent, at this special time, they also helped the painter share a lot of pressure.

The monsters in the bloody city are coming with great force, but the most dangerous wave of attacks has been resolved by the painter. He used his special ability to destroy the good, and used the negative emotions accumulated in the ghost school for so many years to destroy the evil. Now there is only one last enemy left.

The arm is connected to the blood-red mirror. The painter has the recognition of half of the students in the ghost school, which is also an important reason why he can hold on until now.

As long as the painter does not step out of the ghost school, he can exert extremely terrifying strength. Chang Wenyu can also do this. Because the painter knows this, he wants to kill Chang Wenyu directly at the beginning.

The world behind the door is full of thrills and any tiny mistake will lead to the death of one's soul. The man in the blood mist ruined his advantage because he underestimated the painter.

Good and evil were all lost, but the man in the blood mist did not back down. In his opinion, this was an opportunity that could not be missed.

He was able to walk out of the city and come to the vicinity of the ghost school in a very short time, which means that he only lived in the outer area of ​​the city. There must be monsters in the city that are countless times more terrifying than him.

If he fails to capture the ghost school in a short period of time, once he attracts the attention of the monsters in the center of the bloody city, this door will definitely be taken away by other "people".

The storm composed of blood mist was slowly approaching. The scarred painter silently looked at the center of the storm. His eyes slowly changed. Strands of blood pulled at his pupils. His dark pupils slowly melted, and only a deep black remained in his eye sockets.

"Do you think I can't see you if you hide?"

The painter's figure appeared on every piece of mirror fragment falling from the sky, his dark eyes fixed on a certain direction.

The storm came, but the painter did not dodge or evade. He did not know what the opponent's abilities were, nor how the opponent would attack.

In this situation, the best way to defend is to keep attacking, so that the opponent may die at any time and cannot use their own abilities.

The painter had almost no defense and he kept looking for opportunities, but the man in the blood mist did not reveal any flaws and the fragments of mirror falling from the sky could not get close to him at all.

If you can’t see it, you can’t draw it. This should be considered one of the painter’s weaknesses.

"Your power comes from the will of the Ghost School. Ever since you started wrestling with the evil, you have been relying on the mirror in the sky. Your power comes from there. It seems that what I want is also there." The man in the blood mist was extremely cunning. He had never shown up from beginning to end, and had already mastered more and more information in secret. When he really made a move, it would be a sure thing.

The bloody storm touched the mirror in the sky. The man did not confront the painter head-on. He hid in the storm and looked for clues about the door.

"You are smart, but also stupid. Your greed far exceeds your ability." The painter moved his arm behind his back and stretched the severed hand that had just been bitten by evil towards the mirror.

This time he extended his arm into the artificial lake on the west campus.

The body floating on the lake was originally facing downwards. When the painter's arm passed through the mirror and reached into the water, the body flipped over and revealed its face.

That face surprised everyone, it was exactly the same as Fan Yu outside the door!

"Everyone's memories are floating in their minds. That lake is the sea of ​​memories of the ghost school, where the most ordinary memories of all students are placed, including the things I have forgotten." The painter's face is actually very similar to Fan Yu, but because their temperaments are completely different, anyone who sees them will think they are two different people.

The arm that had just been bitten by the evil spirit grabbed the corpse in the artificial lake. The painter paused for a moment, then slowly clenched his fingers.

The corpse turned into blood in the painter's palm, falling drop by drop into the artificial lake.

Ordinary memories were stung, and the ordinary lake water became different from before. First, ripples appeared, and then it became turbid. Blood-red bubbles appeared on the surface of the lake, and gradually the whole lake turned blood red.

"It's better for me to tear up the painting I drew myself." The painter's arm fell suddenly, the mirror exploded, and blood-red lake water poured down.

All kinds of sounds rang out in the ghost school. Memories seemed to have life, and the distance from heaven to earth was their entire life.

In this short period of time, Fang's past turned into fine rain, penetrating the storm and covering the ghost school.

The painter plundered the memories of everyone on the East and West campuses, and now he is personally returning all those memories to them.

The students in the ghost school remembered a lot of forgotten things. These were the most boring times when they were alive. Unexpectedly, they became the endless thoughts after death. It was these simple and ordinary things that made up a different self.

The blood threads in the blood-colored mirror began to break again on a large scale, the students' will was shaken, the mirror was shaking, and only three places in the entire east and west campuses remained relatively stable.

One is the experimental building where the painter once stayed, one is the library where the blindfolded man is, and the other is the dilapidated teaching building in the East Campus.

Lin Sisi and the monster on all fours at the garbage transfer station both ran into the library. There was no one in the teaching building of the East Campus, but there was no impact there. This was obviously abnormal.

"The door is hidden in the teaching building?" The man in the blood mist rushed towards the teaching building immediately, but the painter did not stop him this time.

The raindrops of memory fell into the bloody storm, and no one noticed except the painter. The painter's figure was reflected in the depths of every drop of rain.

His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm, and his scarred lips slowly opened: "I see you."