My House of Horrors

The first 13 frames in the center of the studio, not just the weekly diagram, are beginning to show abnormalities.

The blood color spread on the canvas, the original upside-down scene gradually changed, the normal half of the scene was flooded with blood, and the canvas kept screaming and moaning.

“Teacher Bai, what the hell is going on? ”

The paintings in the oil studio are all divided into two parts: the first half is exactly the same as in reality, while the second half is a blood red.

When the blood began to spread, the bloody dwarves in the second half of the painting all climbed along the blood to the other side of the painting.

They use a variety of methods to kill that seemingly normal self with the tools in the painting.

The upside down world has been destroyed, and more strangely, more and more blood filaments have emerged from the characters killed in the paintings, all of them flowing towards the fourteenth frame.

The pattern on the canvas became clear, and the attack on the red skirt seemed to be a taboo that had to be all the blood in order for her to appear.

“Boom!”

The pale map was thrown on the floor by blood filaments and his body was highly deformed, like a sponge that had been pinched by force.

The blood mist that had covered him grew thicker and slowly drifted into the fourteenth frame.

The woman's long dress was drawn in blood, as if it were a floating sea of blood.

A screaming face was engraved on her skirt, and she stepped on her painful screaming soul like a flower blooming in the deepest depths of despair.

She looked so different compared to everything around her.

Standing in a cage full of curses and negative emotions, that bloody dress is the brightest red in the world.

“This painting...”

As the blood filaments gather, the fourteenth painting becomes clearer and clearer.

Dumped desk, broken mirror, she stood barefoot in the abandoned school center.

The blood-red dress rests firmly on her body and she lifts her snow-white neck like a blood-red swan.

The painting depicts only a woman's back, and everything in the first thirteen paintings is depicted only her back.

Standing in front of the oil painting, Chen Song couldn't help but walk towards the fourteenth painting. He was very certain that the woman in the painting was Zhang Ya!

“Everybody's here, people I've saved, people I've saved, people I've killed, people I've killed, they're all here. ”

The man's voice rang again, his voice was still male when he said the first sentence, but his voice became neutral when he said it.

This sound seems to be formed by a myriad of mixed voices, although most of the time the male voice dominates.

“Who the hell are you? How do you know what she looks like?” Chen Guo stood next to the fourteenth painting: “Where is she? ”

Zhang Ya slept in his shadow, and Chen Song was worried that he would take advantage of the opportunity to attack Zhang Ya. After all, this school may have a presence on the red coat.

Without any response, that sound slowly disappeared into the ticking sound of the blood.

All the paintings in the oil room were painted with blood, and reason and art were violently destroyed, leaving only one bloody stain after another.

“Why is the fourteenth painting Zhang Ya? Did they plan this long ago?” In the four-star scene, Chen Song looked very small, and even with many members of the community around him, he was still very anxious, but he hid the anxiety.

Chen Song never revealed his true thoughts until things turned out, but this time differently, after seeing each other draw a picture of Ya, he raised his mind.

“Psychic Ghost School has something to do with Zhang Ya! This time Zhang Ya is not a bottom card, but one of the pieces on the board. ”

Fourteen paintings represent fourteen people, one of whom bears the signature of Lin Si Si, the other shows Zhou Tu dying. Some of the painters' owners have seen Chen Song, and may have rubbed his shoulders in this school.

They are both competitors and partners, and everyone has every means at their disposal to achieve their ultimate goal.

“The Psychic Ghost School rules are to replace and escape, and those who end up carrying the hatred of the whole door should be chosen from these fourteen ‘painters’. ”

Chen Gong didn't know exactly what he was going to face. Everyone in the haunted school was looking for a replacement ghost, so he suspected that the owner of the school also had this intention. After all, the doorman of this door had been swallowed up by Zhang Ya. Fundamentally, the so-called college owner was just a substitute.

“The four-star scene is huge and expanding, carrying such a door, I'm afraid, requires unimaginable negative emotions. ”

The oil studio is located at the deepest end of the experimental building corridor, where mutations are gradually spreading towards the entire floor, with bright red oil paint penetrating the walls and blood filaments passing through the walls, as if some kind of life is extremely strong, relying on plants that suck on corpse nutrients to grow rapidly.

The portraits in the painting were bleeding, they slapped the canvas so hard, they looked horrible, but they couldn't escape the painting.

“Go... go!” Weekly, lean as wood, woke up from a coma, he lifted his skinny bone arm and grabbed the torch beside him: “Here we go, the painter begins. ”

“The painter?” Zhang Torch was sure he heard the name for the first time, but somehow, after hearing both words, his body instincts trembled.

The top red shirt is shaking, just because you hear a name, which is unimaginable in a chant.

“Let's get out of here first.” Chen Gong showed Zhang Torch and Zhu Long taking last week's charts. He was the first to rush to the door of the oil studio, pull the door open, a stench and cold gusts into the house and forced Chen Gong to take a few steps back.

Looking closely, a man in a red overalls stood outside, leaning over his upper body and holding himself in a listening position on the door panel.

“Red...”

Chen Guo first came across this red jacket when he entered the experimental building, but last time he was lucky enough to escape.

“Are you a school worker too? It's not safe here, if you want to talk to us, we can go somewhere else.” Chen Song tried to communicate with each other, but he wasn't finished yet, and suddenly there was a bloody smell behind him.

“Careful! ”

Zhang Torch and Zhu Long stood right and left next to Chen Song, and each of them stepped on a ghost face at their feet.

Looking down, Chan Song discovered that the red coat outside the door seemed to like to collect the skin of the living.

On the ground around him, crowded with a bloody face.

“Ding, ding, ding...”

The sound of a metal collision came from the waist of the red coat, and his bloody red work coat was blown away by the wind, revealing various anatomical tools hidden below.