The aura emanating from the woman behind the door is completely different from that of the other top-level red-dressed ladies. It is an aura of extreme evil. When one's eyes fall on her, one will be attracted involuntarily, and then slowly sink and lose oneself.

She was dangerous, and everyone who saw her knew it. But no one ran away, and their bodies lost control the moment they saw her.

"Zhang Ya..."

Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, with sticky blood stains on his fingers, Chen Ge suddenly had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if what was reflected in his eyes was not a red-clothed ghost, but some kind of aggregate of human emotions.

She was right in front of him, so real, yet untouchable.

Chen Ge was not the only one who had this strange feeling. The other three top red-clothed students in the ghost school also showed abnormalities. Their unconscious reactions did not seem like they had met their own kind at all. Instead, they were more like fish living in shallow water encountering a giant beast emerging from the deep sea.

"I remembered a legend about the psychic ghost school."

"In this school, there is a name that must never be mentioned. Everything related to her is taboo."

"Some people say she was the one who pushed the door, and some people say she killed the one who pushed the door."

The painter was looking at his last painting, in which a confused little ghost was looking around.

"I made a wrong move. This painting should have been left to her." The black arm behind the painter fell off his body, and he took the initiative to separate the will of the ghost school from himself.

"Are you giving up?" The man in the blood mist wanted to cry but had no tears. Most of his body had been assimilated into the blood mist. He paid a heavy price but gained nothing.

"The school is afraid that if it is not stripped away, I will also be affected." The painter's voice remained calm and no one could guess what he was thinking.

"Influence? Will the top red-clothed people also be afraid?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." The wounded painter looked up at the door of the Psychic Ghost School: "The blood-red world behind the door is a bottomless abyss. We live behind the door. I always thought I was part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all people staring into the abyss."

The black blood on his body flowed out little by little. In order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special ability and bore the sins accumulated behind the door for years. He stared at the woman behind the door, his nails digging into the flesh.

"Why did you come back?"

The door that was about to break into two was held down by the woman. The three-headed evil ghost on the door panel seemed to come alive, and its only remaining eye was blood red. Chains flowed out from the evil ghost and wrapped around the woman's arms.

"Chance!"

The body of the hospital gown in the blood mist exploded, leaving only a head. He knew that he only had one chance to attack, so he no longer reserved any strength. The blood mist around the ghost school was boiling, and a large amount of mist outside the bloody city was also plundered by him.

At the same time, faint crying sounds were heard from deep within the bloody city. The man in the hospital gown looked grim, but he gritted his teeth and held it back, forcing himself not to pay attention.

Two of the three top red-dressed men teamed up to attack the woman, and in the end the painter was left standing alone in the center of the ghost school.

He raised his arms, his fingertips stained with blood, and wanted to paint, but his arms were unable to move.

"Why did you come back?"

The black hair fell down, revealing half of the woman's face, and her dark red eyes were like stars reflected in a sea of ​​blood.

Chang Wenyu and the hospital gown's attack had arrived, but she stared straight at the painter.

Without saying a word or making any movement, he simply stared at the painter.

The raised arm seemed to be petrified and motionless, and the painter's heart blood dripped down his palm onto the ground.

But even though all this precious effort was wasted, the painter did not make any unusual moves and he did not paint.

When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face turned pale, and his dark eyes were full of cracks, like a shattered crystal ball.

The bloody wind dried the painter's blood, and the woman's bright red lips outlined a thrilling smile. She slowly pressed down on the door with her hand holding it. The ghost school will and Chang Wenyu in the door wailed at the same time, but she seemed to be completely deaf to them and stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star scene of the psychic ghost school.

"The door is the passage connecting the bloody world and reality. No one dares to blaspheme it like this. You..." Hidden in the blood mist, with only his head exposed, the man in the hospital gown wanted to say something, but he suddenly found that he had opened his mouth, but no sound came out. It seemed as if something was stuck in his throat.

He looked down and saw a strand of black hair brushing against the corner of his eye. He turned around suddenly and found that countless black hairs were coming out from his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.

"Ignore the blood mist? How did she find me? This is definitely not something Red-clothed can do!"

The black hair was like an inescapable curse, wrapping his hospital gown into a living doll. He didn't know when he was cursed.

Just as he was distracted, the back of his hospital gown was torn open. He stared with scarlet eyes, and before he was wrapped in black hair, his head turned into blood mist, leaving only something like a teardrop.

The hospital gown was filled with sin, but the tear in his head was crystal clear, as if it was his most precious memory.

Without a body, the hospital gown completely melted into the blood mist, blood rain began to fall from the sky, and the most vicious curse was hidden in every drop of rain.

"You can't stop me!"

The tear was hidden in the rain and rushed towards the door beside the woman.

The black and red skirt was wet by the blood rain, and the woman's other hand slowly raised.

The endless black hair was like an inverted ocean, unknowingly covering the entire sky.

She shifted her gaze away from the painter, her flawless eyes fixed on a certain place in the ghost school, her five slender fingers slowly clenched, her black hair penetrated the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school inside.

She didn't even look for that tear, but wanted to tear the rain into pieces!

With her black hair flying and her blood-red clothes, the woman stepped on the door of the psychic ghost school and attacked everything around her unscrupulously.

"Painter!" Lin Sisi released Xu Yin and risked her life to come to the painter: "Why didn't you take action just now? You should have another chance..."

"It's useless." The painter's arms fell down weakly. He looked at the woman who stepped on the door with a complicated expression: "I can only draw ghosts. That woman is about to become a fierce god."

"Evil spirit?" This was the first time Lin Sisi heard this.

A trace of fear and desire flashed in the painter's eyes: "Above the red clothes is the evil spirit."

The black hair enveloped the sky, and the black hair submerged the ground. Between the sky and the earth, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.

She was wearing red, the only blood red in the world.