My House of Horrors

Students in haunted schools run away, but where can they go?

Escape is just a time to slow down the spirits, monsters in bloody cities don't need the will of haunted schools, everything is edible nutrient for them.

The ghost correction door hit the wall, the high wall on both sides of the gate was crushed by black thorns, the man stepped to the ghost school on his left foot, and the blood mist behind him was like a red tide.

“Much easier than expected. ”

The fog covered his body and he could only see a blurred figure, his head spinning slowly and seemingly looking at the bloody mirror above his head.

“Every ghost behind the door is building hell, and you're the only one to build heaven.” There is a slight mockery in a man's voice: “If you've ever really seen heaven, you won't be left behind. ”

He lifted his footsteps and continued to move forward. There were no strong ghosts in the haunted school who stood in the way, whether they were orphans in the haunted school or red clothes born in the haunted school.

There are more and more cracks in the mirrors in the sky, and the buildings in the mirror continue to collapse, and even with Lin Si's support, nothing can change.

“There seems to be no need to support it any longer.” The painter stood on the top floor of the experimental building, looking at what was crumbling, the campus, and suddenly raised his hand.

His fingertips touched the East and West campus sky, a mirror made up of countless memories and will.

“It's not paradise, it's just a painting of me, a painting that hasn't thought of a name yet. ”

His fingertips went through the mirror and countless blood filaments poured out to the painter, and as his fingers protruded from the other side of the mirror, it was stained with blood.

“This painting is ruined, just one more painting, I need a new drawing board, and a new paint.” The body penetrates the lens and the painter's coat is completely dyed red.

The painter in the East and West campus gave the impression of a dead sea, silence and calm, and walking out of the mirror gave another feeling, hard to describe, every move made people unwilling to come close.

After the painter left the East and West campus, the mirrors in the sky began to fall off as if it were raining blood.

“Have you given up?” The man in the mist didn't come forward immediately, and he looked up at the ghost school somewhere and seemed to smell something.

The image of the painter upstairs has disappeared, but every piece of mirror that drifts in the air shows the painter.

When the first piece of mirror landed on the ground of the haunted school, it turned into countless fine lines of blood, and the painter's figure appeared in front of the teaching building.

He stood alone in the empty space in front of the haunted school building, the blood fog struck his body and the black thorns spread around him, but he did not hide like the other powerful ghosts.

“The will of the haunted school has split, you have yourself extinguished your last hope, Changwen rain has been severely traumatized, how can you stand in the way of a city by yourself?” The man in the mist stopped: “You can run away from this place like Evergreen Rain, I know there must be other exits in the haunted school. ”

“Exit?” The painter's coat was stained red and the blood thread intertwined on him, covering his heart: “Aren't you standing at the exit of the haunted school? ”

Pieces of the mirror fell on the painter, drawing a trace of blood, the distance between the heavens and the earth had never been so short as it is now, and there was only one person in the middle.

“I am a ghost that everyone in this school is afraid of, so I will stand in front of them when they are all afraid. ”

His arms split open suddenly and a clotted arm stretched out from behind the painter, spreading blood mist and holding up the mirror above his head!

“Let's do it together. I'll use your blood to finish my new painting."

Without more words, the painter who supported the sky proactively rushed towards the ghost correction door, and countless wills followed the painter's voice in a howl.

The world in the mirror was roaring, and countless negative emotions poured into the painter's body like a black waterfall along his back arm!

“I don't like it, but who in the world can always be who they like? ”

A cheeky face floated on the painter, and they tore the painter's body and injected all the pain and hate into the painter's body!

“Whoever has not fed the dead bones of the graves, and who has not grown up in the flesh, I have seen countless hell, but that is why I will find heaven! ”

There was a black crack in the red coat, and the grim face bit the body under the red coat, and every crack hid a chilling despair, and every wound began to have a grim face!

“What kind of ability is this? Why is it different from what Changwen Yu said?” The men's voices in the blood fog have changed unexpectedly: “Did you paint those dead people on yourself?! Can you get their strength? No, you've endured their pain and despair! They're eating your body! ”

His questions were doomed to be unanswered, and the painter had rushed into the mist of blood in an instant.

“I just want that doorless door, why do you have to come out and stop it?” The man in the mist waved his arm and the other two figures behind him walked forward.

Where the painter passed by, the blood mist escaped, and the two monsters who came out of the bloody city revealed their true faces.

One of them was wearing a sheep-head mask, perfectly shaped, with red lines on her skin, looking very weak and tears seeping from under the sheep-head mask.

The woman seemed to have no face of her own, and the sheep's head mask seemed to be part of her body.

Another monster was huge, like a pig, limbs on the ground, he could see the person, he was wearing a pig face mask, and what was even scarier was that the man had a half metre long mouth split open on his side, and his mouth was filled with pointed teeth.

“Good and evil, you hold him back. I'll find that door.” The man standing in the middle seemed very confident in the two monsters, but before he could take a step forward, the woman in the sheep-head mask suddenly stopped crying and the tears flowing under the mask turned into blood.

“Good?” The man in the mist looked back and saw the woman exposed to the painter standing in place, her sheep's mask slowly falling off and falling with her head.

“Good!” The dispersed blood mist instantly poured from all sides, protecting the evil on the other side. The man ensured that he would not be seen by the painter before daring to approach the good, but it was too late.

“I don't like goodness because my goodness has never been treated well.” The painter ripped off a skin wrapped in blood silk and painted a sheep-headed woman on it!

“There are only two left. ”