My House of Horrors

The top floor of the experimental building is the closest place to the sky, just as you can reach out and touch another world.

The original normal campus has begun to mutate, with more and more students turning into blood silk and ugly monsters.

They howled on the calm campus, accustomed to the beauty of them, and had no idea that they had ever suffered so much.

With every second of the blood-red mirror that covers haunted schools, several bloodfilaments are shattered, and the memories in the bloodfilaments disappear, and the last trace of the memory owner is erased in this world.

The painter's East-West campus is undergoing an irreversible collapse, and as the owner of the East-West campus, the painter is standing on the top floor of the experimental building.

He picked up the broken panels, and as his palms lifted, black and red blood appeared on the panels.

“You want to kill me?” Changwen Rain's legs sat empty on the edge of the building: “You got the approval of half the students in the haunted school, but the will of the other half of the students you can't control, kill me, the will of the school will be completely swallowed up by the city. ”

“I've never killed anyone, but a lot of people have died because of me, and I use drawing boards to record their final appearance, which I occasionally take out in my leisure time to appreciate.” The painter grabbed the corner of the drawing board, his pale fingers dipped in the undried blood on it, and he didn't seem to care what Changwen Rain said, just talking to himself and saying what he wanted to say.

“You never killed anyone?” Changwen rained his legs, his arms stretched out: “You always find a reason for what you did, which is the place I hate most about you. ”

The smell of blood on the roof of the experiment got worse and worse, Changwen Rain stood up and her eyes burned with a red flame: "Do you know why I escaped from this school and came back? ”

The painter shook his head gently.

“I saw some of the children's families outside the door, guarding the comatose children, waiting for them to come home.” Changwen Rain stood at the edge of the building with a reflection of the blood-red world at the top of his head, at the foot of something that was crumbling into blood: “But I knew it was impossible, and the door bound them, seemingly redemption, but actually sent them into deeper despair. ”

The long dark hair was blown by the bloody red wind, and Changwen's right eye was beating with red light, and her left eye orbit, which she had been dug out, was bleeding black: “So I came back, and I couldn't save all the children here, and all I could do was destroy this door, bury you all, and keep our story from being repeated to others. ”

The blood blossomed on her coat, and Changwen's expression on Rain's face became more and more insane: “Do whatever it takes to destroy this place. ”

“Can you do that? Without the will of the haunted school, you will become weaker and weaker, and what you have learned in this school will eventually be returned to you.” The painter's tone is plain, as if he were just asking each other if they had breakfast.

“I don't need recognition from the will of a haunted school, as long as someone in this school does.” The atmosphere at the top of the experimental building became more and more tense, and Changwen Rain was ready to fight the painter.

“It's good to have your own ideas, but why did you bring ghosts into that city?” The painter looked past Changwen Rain and looked at the bloody city outside the haunted school: “Competing for the will of the haunted school to become the new pushman, this is between us, why do you have to pull them together? Are you still afraid of me? ”

“I know you won't make the same mistake again, so I only have one chance to completely destroy this place before you become a new pusher. ”

“Destroy the school door; bring the ghosts of the bloody city; connect all those who have resisted me and yet possess a red jacket that qualifies as a pusher; is that your whole plan?” The painter's hand moves gently on the drawing board: “Actually, I'm curious how you open the front door of the school, all the powerful ghosts will be suppressed by the will of the haunted school, no one can get near that door, which should be the only place I didn't think of. ”

“Li Ghost will be targeted, but not necessarily the living.” Changwen Rain wiped the black blood from the left orbit: “I found the pusher's left eye in the haunted school, hidden outside the door all these years, to wait for this day, after all, he pushed the haunted school door, only his eyes can cheat the will of the haunted school, so I let a living man hold the pusher's left eye, pushed the front door of the haunted school open a gap. ”

The blood on Changwen's raincoat is blooming, and this top red coat is revealing its true appearance. However, it seems that she is in the middle of something constructed by the painter, at a time when she was completely suppressed and her breath suddenly weakened.

“I spent years building this cemetery into heaven, and you spent years trying to figure out how to destroy everything.” The painter sighed softly: “It seems that I really can't expect anything from you, I just want you to keep your mouth shut forever to focus on what you're doing. ”

“Stop lying to yourself. No one can make heaven out of it. You're only decorating hell.” Changwen Rain stood nearest to the sky and her coat turned almost completely red: “Painter, from the first time I saw you, I knew that the will of the school would recognize you, because only you believed that behind the door was not a cage of despair. It just didn't occur to me that one day, you could do this, almost succeed in taking control of everything. ”

The painter did not reply this time, his pale fingers moved on the drawing board.

“What are you doing?” Changwen Rain's coat has not completely turned red just yet.

“I'm painting.” The painter raised the old drawing boards in his hand: "I like to draw them as they were dying. ”

On that broken drawing board, there was a woman in red, one eye was red as blood, the other eye was dug out, only a pitch-black hole.

“What kind of death do you think she likes? ”

The painter punctured the heart of the woman in the painting with his bloody fingers, standing on the edge of the building, Changwen Rain poured backwards at the same time, and she had a crazy laugh in her mouth.

“What makes you think I'm deliberately stalling? ”

In the laughter, Changwen Rain turned into a bloody flower, her body smashed into countless bloody filaments, and there was only one coat left in the air that was stained red everywhere except for the heart position.

“Know what I'm capable of, so hide my heart early?” The painter looked at Changwen Rain on the drawing board: “She lost her body but consumed one of my paintings...”

Instead of looking at the blood coat in the sky, the painter looked to the ghost correction door, in the thick fog of blood, and the new threat was coming out of the blood-red city.