My House of Horrors

Even in the world behind the door, there are few crazy ghosts like painters.

Unlike other monsters, he cannot be judged by good or evil. No one knows what is in his mind or what he will do in the next second, but one thing is for sure, this red coat is horrible, and for the sake of purpose, it can be said that it is by any means.

He doesn't care what people think, he doesn't have moral constraints, he does everything because he thinks he should.

People like this are horrible, and the man in the mist understands that.

Sweep through the sky with a smelly wind and scream all over the campus, but no party, whether evil or painter, is shaken.

Deadly bite the painter's arm, his stomach was stretched out, black blood vessels appeared on the pig's face, and his body gradually became uncoordinated.

The painter's condition was not so good either, as he used his body as a carrier, directing all the sins accumulated in the East and West school districts to the evil mouth.

He wants to survive evil and dispose of the sins accumulated in haunted schools.

The idea is good, but the problem is that he's the one who acts as a conduit, and all the sins are injected into the painter's body and then into the evil mouth.

It's a battle of will, and whoever can't bear it first will end up miserable.

A black blood vessel appeared in the face, as if a venomous snake were swimming, beating constantly, and could collapse at any moment.

In this case, the painter looked at the man in the mist.

The fog blocked the layers. The man knew that the painter could not see himself, but still felt a little weak. He was very constrained by the ability of the painter.

“Are all the dirty things in that city like you?” The painter's expression is horrible, and the words "are not enough to describe:“ Will he hide in the fog and not even have the courage to face his desires? ”

“Your words have changed, indicating that you have become weak.” The man in the blood fog doesn't care what the painter says. He manipulates the blood fog to cover his body: “I just want that door...”

“You'll never find that door, even if it's right in front of you.” The painter seems to speak to keep himself sane, his face has been completely deformed and twisted, at a time when he is scarier than any monster he has ever painted.

Endless sins and negative emotions burst into his body, all the pain experienced by haunted school students reappeared in his mind, and there was always a lot of things in life that could sting people's hearts, it could be a word, it could be one thing, they seemed like nails in their hearts.

Smiles still appear on the surface, but as long as the heart is still beating, the wound will be pulled and from time to time black blood will be shed.

It is easy to pull out the nail that is stuck in your heart, but even if you really let go, after pulling out the nail, you will still have an ugly wound.

The deeper the stab, the deeper the wound, and the painter couldn't erase the wound in everyone's heart, so he had to pull the nail out first, then erase the children's memories.

If you don't think about it, it won't hurt. The painter helped every child on the East and West campus, leaving them nothing but beauty, and the nails that symbolize pain were put in the garbage dump.

The harder it is to look back, the deeper it is buried.

These nails do not disappear because the owner forgets, and ultimately they are part of the memory, because of pain and sadness, life is complete.

The painter never figured out how to handle this “garbage," and at that point, evil appeared.

“I seem to have been wrong about one thing: Heaven is not without sin, the sun falls, there is bound to be a shadow, maybe I can build a heaven in the dark.” The painter is muttering to himself, and it seems that only constant reflection will keep him from getting lost.

He is now on the verge of collapse. At the time, Dr. Gao suffered the sin behind the Samsung scene door, and with the power of the top red coat, he almost collapsed. At this time, the painter is suffering the scourge of the four-star scene, which has been very difficult to sustain.

This is a comparison of the will, the painter is on the verge of madness, and the evil is not good.

He is able to swallow negative emotions and absorb disaster and misfortune, but conversion takes a while. He had never encountered such a situation, nor had anyone spent years stripping away all the sins in a four-star scene before the painter.

He has a big appetite, but he can't swallow the misfortune of the whole haunted school.

The monsters in the Bloody City underestimate the Psychic Ghost School, and even if it doesn't exist on a full red coat, it's a 4-star scene rated by a black phone!

Vicious thoughts like Black Falls inject into the painter's body and are sent all into his evil mouth.

Time lost its meaning behind the door, and it didn't know how long later, the evil body began to deform, his pig face mask was stretched open and his whole body swelled several times.

“That mouth is not the end of the line. If you want freedom, then fight for it yourself. Break it, you can get everything you want.” The painter knew what he had closed in the garbage dump, the darkest side of the haunted school.

The pressure of evil is much greater than that of the painter. It does not have any breathing time, the sins in its belly have not been digested, and more dark despair condenses the evil spirits into its mouth.

The eyeballs beneath the pig's face turned uneasy, making a loud noise in his throat, like a fish-eater stuck in his throat.

The man in the mist had a bad feeling that he had to fight for time to digest for evil.

“You're heretical behind this door.” The man finally decided to do it, and the blood fogged into a red storm, and the man stood in the center of the storm: “Let me tell you, how stupid it is to build heaven in hell. ”

The man in the head had just made a move, and the painter immediately reacted, his other arm stretching out behind him to the bedroom building where Lin Sisi was located.

On the other side of the mirror, Lin Sisi seemed to have known the day was coming, and he looked back at his bedroom and left quietly.

Arms ripped through the mirror, the second fulcrum was destroyed, and countless pieces of mirror composed of memories and dreams fell, each mirror reflecting the painter's figure.

His wounds were torn, his arms stretched out of the rift were covered in black blood, swinging slowly: "Every mirror here is my eyes, and as soon as I see you, I will deprive you of everything. ”

The painter was never afraid of anyone, and his madness exceeded everyone's expectations, including Chan Song.

One arm grabbed the evil and stabbed it into the swollen body. Instead of taking care of the man in the mist, the painter did his best to shove the scourge and sin in the ghost school into the evil body.

The Black Falls are turbulent, and the evil body finally bursts apart after it has swelled to its limit!

Countless evil spirits are drilled out of evil bodies, and the whole haunted school is riddled with negative emotions.

The depressed, dark, dark-blooded painter threw away his evil body, and he stood in the center of the ghost correction.

“I ruined the good, threw away the evil, and now you're all alone. Come on, let me paint for you! ”