My House of Horrors

The broken lens fell like a torrential rain, with a broken sky over its head surrounded by thick mist of blood and twisted black thorns beneath its feet.

The whole haunted school is the background, facing a bloody city.

All the scenes that can only be seen in nightmares, the world behind the door becomes a reality, and the end of the day is not enough to describe the tragedy of psychic haunted schools, perhaps here is another hell.

The evil body was broken, countless evil spirits ran out of his stomach and danced around the haunted school, and they cursed everything they saw in spit of the evil body.

The paradise that painters strive to build is already a total collapse at this moment, and the sins buried deep inside the garbage dump are freed, and the darkest things in the hearts of those people come out, they yell, they swear, they tell spectators with all kinds of extreme behavior, how dark humanity can be.

They were what painters tried to cover up, and now they are released by the painters themselves, without distinction, to retaliate against the ghosts around them, be they students in haunted schools or outsiders.

These filthy things that run out of the garbage transfer station, even though they do everything to vent, are also very stressful for painters at this particular time.

The monsters in the bloody city are fierce, but the most dangerous wave of offense has been dissolved by the painter, who used his special abilities to destroy the good, and by virtue of the negative emotions accumulated in haunted schools over the years, the evil is now the last enemy left.

With his arms connected to the blood-red mirror, the painter has the will of half the students in the haunted school, which is an important reason why he is able to sustain himself to this day.

Without stepping out of haunted schools, painters can play a terrible power, which Changwen Rain can also do. This is precisely why painters want to kill Changwen Rain directly as soon as they come up.

The world behind the door is frightened, and any minor mistake can lead to a splash of soul, and the man in the mist buries his advantage precisely because he underestimates the painter.

Good and evil have been lost, but the man in the mist has not backed off, which in his view is an unrelenting opportunity.

He was able to walk out of that city in a very short period of time and come near a haunted school, indicating that he was only living in the periphery of that city, where there must have been many times more monsters than he was afraid of.

If he can't take down the haunted school for a short time, once it gets the attention of the monsters in the heart of the bloody city, the door will surely be snatched away by other "people".

The storm of blood fog slowly approached, the painter with scars stared silently at the center of the storm, his eyes slowly changed, a piece of blood pulled a pupil, his dark eyes slowly melted, only a dark piece of black remained in the orbit.

“You think I can't see you when you're hiding? ”

Every mirror fragment falling in the sky shows the painter's figure, his dark eyes staring dead in one direction.

When the storm came, the painter couldn't hide. He didn't know what the other person's abilities were and how they would attack.

In this case, the best defense would be a constant offensive that would leave the opponent at risk of losing his or her life and unable to use his or her abilities.

The painter had virtually no defense, he was constantly looking for opportunities, but the man in the mist did not reveal any blemishes, and the mirror fragments dropped in the sky could not even get close to each other.

It can't be painted without seeing it, which should be one of the painter's weaknesses.

“Your power comes from the will of the haunted school, and you've been using that mirror in the sky since you and the evil horns, and your power comes from there, and it seems that what I want is there.” The man in the mist of blood is extremely cunning, he has never appeared, he has secretly mastered more and more information, and when he really does, it must be ten to nine.

The bloody storm touched the mirror in the sky, and the man didn't touch the painter hard, and he hid in the storm looking for traces of the door.

“You are smart and stupid, and your greed far exceeds your ability.” The painter moves the arm behind him and reaches into the mirror the severed hand that was just bitten by evil.

This time his arm went into the artificial lake on West campus.

The body floating on the lake was originally facing down, and when the painter's arm went through the mirror and into the water, the body flipped over and revealed its face.

That face surprised everyone, it was just like Fan Yu outside the door!

“Everyone's memories float in their minds, and that lake is the memory of haunted schools, with the most ordinary memories of all students, including those I've forgotten.” The painter's face is very similar to Fan Yu's, but because of the completely different temperament, anyone who looks at it will think it's two people.

His arm, which had just been bitten, grabbed the body in the artificial lake, and the painter paused slightly, then slowly squeezed his finger.

The body turned into blood in the painter's palm, dropping into an artificial lake.

Ordinary memories were stabbed, ordinary lake water became different, first the microwave, then the cloudiness, a bloody red bubble appeared on the lake surface, and gradually the whole lake water became bloody.

“It would be better if I did my own paintings, or let myself tear them apart.” The painter's arm fell suddenly, the mirror burst, and the bloody lake water poured down.

All sorts of voices sound in haunted schools, and memories seem to have life, and the distance from heaven to earth is their whole lives.

In this short period of time, the squared past turned into fine rain, penetrated the storm and covered the haunted school.

The painter plundered the memories of everyone on the East and West campuses, and now he handed them all back.

The students in the haunted school remembered a lot of forgotten things. These boring moments when they lived, they didn't expect to become a constant thought after death. It was these simple and ordinary things that made up a different self.

Blood filaments in the blood mirror began to collapse again in large areas, the will of the students was shaken, the mirror was shaken, and there were only three places left in the entire East and West campus that were fairly stable.

One is the experimental building where the painter used to stay, one is the library where the blindfolded people live, and the other is the shabby teaching building on East Campus.

Lin Sisi and the monster who landed on all limbs at the garbage dump all ran into the library. There was no one in the teaching building of the Eastern campus, but there was no influence there, which was clearly not normal.

“The gates are hidden in the building?” The man in the mist rushed in the direction of the teaching building for the first time, but this time the painter did not stop him.

The raindrops of memory fell into the bloody storm, and no one, except the painter, noticed that every drop of rain reflected the painter's figure deep inside.

His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm and his wounded lips slowly opened: “I see you. ”