My House of Horrors

Chapter 877: What Color Is Destiny?

The bloody eyeballs hanging above the haunted school split from the middle and turned into a huge mirror that covered the whole haunted school.

The mirror is bloody red, and this side of the mirror is the bloody world behind the door, and that side of the mirror is the painter's fictional school district of East and West.

“The East-West campus is only constructed by the painter using the memory of the students. When the will of the school is severely traumatized, it naturally affects what he spends a lot of effort building. ”

Chen Gong looked up at the mirror in the sky, and the girl sitting on the top floor of the experimental building did the same thing.

“Changwen Yu? ”

A name was crossed in Chen Song's head, and the girl looked completely different from Chen Song's imagination.

Changwen Rain has many different personalities in movies that are often shot alone, but is generally a quiet and lovely girl.

This should be the appearance of everlasting rain in his eyes, and the fact that he is a brother and knows his sister, for various reasons, led to Chen Song being misled.

The real Evergreen Rain is a girl who doesn't want to get anywhere without a glance. Her left eye was dug out, leaving only a pitch-black hole. In her right eye it was like burning a flame, hiding a kind of madness that suppressed to the limit. No matter what kind of thing such a “person" could do, there was nothing in the world that could bind them, even they could not control themselves.

By contrast, the painter is another extreme, he is silent, silent as a dead sea.

Even if the drawing board is broken, even if the school campus is collapsing, even if the will of the school is severely traumatized, his expression has not changed.

The painter and Changwen Rain are two extremes. When the will of the haunted school becomes very problematic, when the whole haunted school is exposed in front of the bloody city, these two people, one looking down at his drawing board, seem to be remembering the painting he once painted with this drawing board, the other sitting at the edge of the building looking up at the sky on the other side of the mirror, like watching this rare scene of chaos.

“Two lunatics.” Chen Gong's eyes have shifted from the girl to the boy, and he can now be sure that there is definitely some connection between the painter and Fan Yu.

They have exactly the same face, just slightly different bodies, Fan Wei may be due to his inferiority, keep his head down, a little hunchback, the painter looks a little more ordinary.

“I've seen Fan Yu outside the door with my own eyes, and I've taken him to dinner and painted with me. I didn't expect this to happen.” Chen Gong's gaze couldn't be removed from the painter, he really couldn't figure out why Fan Yuming was still alive outside the door, and why the world behind the door had a "Fan Yu”, and the two had completely different personalities and different abilities.

“That's the kid.” The old headmaster also recognized Fan Yu, who, in addition to being surprised, had a little guilt on his face.

“Principal, are you sure Fan Wei was bullied at school?” Chen Gong pulled the headmaster to himself.

“I am the principal of Twilight High School. Anything that happens at school is about me. How can he not be responsible for being bullied?” The old headmaster didn't understand Chen Gong's words.

“I mean, did you do anything that directly or indirectly hurt him, like he asked you for help, but you ignored it because you were too busy...”

“If he asked me for help, the tragedy would not have happened.” The old headmaster also looked at Fan Yu: “He was a good kid. ”

“Since Fan Wei was bullied, it's none of your business, then our plans won't be affected.” Chen Gong's eyes are firm: “I will do everything I can to make you the principal of the haunted school and will lead the haunted school. As you can see here, none of them can bring redemption and relief to their children, only you can. ”

“I can't do it either. Every kid has his own obsession. It's too hard to get rid of it. ”

“At least you won't let them go astray and suffer more.” Chen Gong said very seriously: “There is no better person than you, Principal, you can think of this as the second Twilight High School. ”

“Well, I'll try.” The old headmaster had a bitter smile on his face, he was just a half red, and his competitors were all top red.

“There are thirteen paintings in the studio, representing thirteen people qualified as pushmen, most of whom don't care, we just need to pay attention to the painter and Changwen Yu.” Chen Gong started planning as soon as he entered haunted school, and now it's time for his plan to be the most critical.

“So what do we do next?” The old headmaster was a little nervous.

“Let's find a safe place to stay. Changwen Yu dares to count the will of the haunted school. It is very likely that an agreement has been reached with a monster in the bloody city. For this haunted school to be in turmoil, we must preserve our strength.” Chen Gong keeps the students who follow him, along the corridor in search of a safe place.

The bloody mist washed away the ghost school, and the mirror over his head covered the campus, barely allowing the monsters in the bloody city to enter.

But this bloody mirror is made up of the will of countless students, and when the will is crushed, total collapse is only a flash.

Something on the other side of the mirror school campus, more and more students recall their lost memories, various negative emotions began to pour in, the walls between the East and West school campuses appeared one bloody handprint after another, and all sorts of horrible and strange things began to play out.

“This is what they really look like, with countless sorrows and despairs behind every good memory, and destiny is so fair and cruel.” Changwen shook her legs and she watched everything happily.

“Destiny?” The painter looked up slowly and his lips moved slightly, saying a few words: "Do you know what color fate is? ”

“I don't know, probably red, I like red.” Changwen Rain turned to the painter and listened to the tone of the conversation between the two people. I'm afraid those who don't know will think they are very close friends.

“Destiny is white, what paint you apply on it, what color it turns into.” The painter's voice calms people down.

“So you manipulated their memories with the will of a haunted school? Just keep the good moments for them? How do you know this is what they want? What right do you have to tamper with someone else's most precious things?” Changwen Yu's memory also seems to have been touched by painters, which should be one of the reasons for their conflict: “Don't think that the will of the haunted school is most recognized by you, think of yourself as the God of this school! ”

Faced with Changwen Rain's blame, the painter did not refute, he simply lowered his head and picked up the broken board: “What God is behind the door? Even if it is, it is the devil who occasionally sends good intentions. ”

When he finished the last word, a stinging smell of blood came from somewhere on the drawing board.