My House of Horrors

The man in the mist never thought that his most valued man would be instantly killed.

He recalled the words of Changwen Rain, and the painter had a very scary special ability to paint the person he saw or the powerful ghost in the painting at a certain price, depriving each other of everything.

This capability is very limited, but Changwen Rain did not tell him exactly what the limitation was, just that the painter could only use it three times in a period of time, that is, the other person could only draw three people.

“Goodness is not spiritual, she is simply deprived of something.” The man in the mist looked at the health of the sheephead woman, and he knew very well that the red soul would not leave any trace in the world when it splashed, but the good body remained.

“If Changwen Rain isn't lying, the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, there's nothing to be afraid of.” The man let go of his good body: “Changwen Rain consumed the painter's abilities once in order to slow him down. He just consumed one of his paintings, and now he only has one chance to use his abilities. ”

The thick mist of blood cloaked his gaze, and the man in charge had been hiding in the fog, so far without revealing his true face: “Terrible ability, but meaningless in the face of absolute quantitative disparities, when he finished his third painting, it was when his soul was scattered. ”

The blood mist that blocked the evil spread slowly, and the leading man almost sent the evil to the painter's eyes. In his view, it was valuable to trade an evil life for a painter's painting.

“When I push that doorless door over the red, I will find what you have lost and bring you back to life on your own bodies. ”

The man's words seemed to speak to evil, and the monster, who looked like a pig, went mad at the painter after the man had said it.

Blood fog flickered, black liquid poured out of his evil mouth, he reeked of stench, contrary to goodness, the monster had nothing to like about it.

“The painter's special abilities are strong, but he is not too strong. Evil just restrains him. It would be nice if the good were still there. With the help of the good, the good and evil blend together, even on the red coat can resist for a while.” A man in blood fog can manipulate the fog of the world behind the door, and whatever else, this ability alone is mysterious enough: “Unfortunately, he must have seen the problem too, which is why he wasted every opportunity to paint again and again. ”

The fog gathered around him, and the man was like the center of the storm, and he pulled all the blood fog around him, and that's when he went to haunted school.

Black thorns pave the way underfoot, and men and evil approach the building from two different directions.

The man in the mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he did not expect was that the painter, whose body had changed dramatically, moved his footsteps and stood between him and evil.

“Are you going to deal with both of us?” The man in the fog of blood is strong, he has yet to reveal his true face, his identity and strength are a mystery, and the battle could have ended long ago if it had not been for the ability of the painter to fear.

The painter didn't give a crap, proved everything with action, his back through the sky arms, stimulated by negative emotions, a black blood vessel, the painter's breath is constantly getting stronger.

He wants to integrate the will of haunted schools, draw on all the anxiety and despair, and turn the negative emotions of all haunted school students into weapons of his own.

There is an extraordinary power in human emotions, which gives rise to obsession and the door.

“Red can withstand only a limited amount of disaster, no recognition from the door, you can't carry the negative emotions that have been deposited throughout the school, you can lose your mind, you can be held up.” The man in the bloody fog waved his arm again, and the ghost school periphery appeared about more shadows: “There were countless ghosts in the city who distorted the madness and were eyeing the school. Even if you can stop me and evil, then what? As long as you are dragged, the will of those schools in haunted schools will be devoured, you will be dragged for a second, countless will will dissipate, and as will disappears, you will become weaker and weaker. ”

The man in the mist didn't want to fight, but the painter never gave him another chance to talk.

“Boom!”

The blood mirror on the top of his head crumbled into a large chunk, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the broken mirror and stabbed it hard into the evil.

At the moment of shedding, the blood mirrors became the will of countless cries, and they became the knife in the hand of the painter, gathering a ray of blood as they waved.

The mirror crosses the evil body, cuts open the badly worn pig face mask, rips open the giant mouth on the side of the evil body, but just as the mirror is about to be cut out of the other side of the giant mouth, the mouth on the side of the evil body makes a slight noise.

Countless delicate teeth bite the mirror, black liquid drips onto the mirror, the mirror consisting of student memories is instantly shattered, and those children's shadows cry and are swallowed by the giant mouth.

“Greed, it's an evil kind, it eats a lot, and the more it eats, the stronger it is. ”

His mouth was healing fast, he swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.

“Want to swallow it with me? ”

The mirrors in the sky had long been fragmented, and those buildings had become illusory, and only four places had not been greatly affected.

At this point, the painter offered to extend his back arm to one of them - a garbage dump in the middle of East and West campus.

“The real evil is not a physical ugliness and a defect in humanity, but a purity with no purpose. Pure evil, like black on my drawing board, it has no more ideas, it's cold, evil, everything, just because it's black. ”

The artist's back arm grabbed the garbage transfer station in the mirror, and the monster who landed on all limbs completely destroyed the door to the last room of the transfer station, and then the Kuramatsu fled.

The mirror was broken, a fulcrum was destroyed, and the East and West school districts accumulated all the sins into the painter's body. He looked at his face and intermediated his body, shoving all the sins and curses into his evil mouth.

The souls of sin roared, and they did not expect that the end of their brief journey would be a big, stinking mouth.

Screaming, begging for forgiveness, cursing, cursing, no language can shake the painter.

“I'm a painter, I need white, I need black, and it doesn't matter what color I use as long as I can finish the final painting. ”

The evil body was propped up, and the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calm in his face slowly disappeared.

The last room of the garbage dump was filled with malice by his own hands, some unusable garbage, the darkest and most horrible part of humanity.

“If you want to eat, I'll make you eat enough! ”