My House of Horrors

The breath emanating from the woman behind the door was completely different from the other top red coats, which were an ultimate evil, and when her eyes fell on her, she could not help but be attracted to herself and then slowly sink and lose herself.

She's dangerous. Everyone who sees her knows that. But no one escaped, and her body lost control the moment it saw her.

“Zhang Ya...”

Sitting on the cold ground of haunted school, fingers stained with sticky blood stains, Chen Song suddenly had a very strange feeling, as if it was not a red ghost in his eyes, but some kind of polymer of human emotion.

She was right in her eyes, so real, but untouchable.

This strange feeling is not only in Chen Song, the other three top red coats of haunted school are abnormal, they react unconsciously, it is not like they encounter the same kind, more like fish living in shallow water encounter the giant beast that emerges in the deep sea.

“I remembered a legend about psychic ghost school. ”

“There is a name in this school that can never be mentioned, and everything that concerns her is taboo. ”

“Some say she's the doorman, others say she killed the doorman. ”

The painter looked at his last painting, and the confused little ghost shadow was looking east.

“Wrong step, this painting should have been left to her.” The black arm behind the painter fell off his body, and he took the initiative to strip the will of the haunted school from himself.

“You're giving up?” The man in the blood mist, who wants to cry without tears, has assimilated most of his body to the blood mist, paying a heavy price, without reaping any gains.

“The will of the school is frightened, and I will be affected if I do not strip it.” The painter's voice remains calm and no one can guess his mind.

“Impact? Will the top red be scared too? ”

“I don't know, I don't want to know.” The wounded painter looked up at the door of the psychic ghost school: "The blood world behind the door is a bottomless abyss, we live behind the door, I always thought I was part of the abyss, but now I realize that we are all gazing at the abyss. ”

The black blood on his body spilled out a little bit. In order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special abilities and endured the sins accumulated over the years after the door. He stared at the woman behind the door and dug his nails into the flesh.

“Why did you come back? ”

The door was about to break in half and was held by a woman. The three demons on the door panel were as if they were alive. The only remaining eyes were red, and a chain burst out of the demon and wrapped around the woman's arm.

“Opportunity!”

The diseased clothes in the blood fog burst, there was only one head left, he knew he had only one shot, so he no longer retained any strength, all the blood fog around the haunted school boiled, along with a lot of fog on the periphery of the bloody city was plundered by him.

At the same time, in the deep part of the bloody city, if there is no crying, the sick clothes look ugly, bite your teeth and hold on, forcing yourself not to pay attention.

Two of the three top red men attacked the woman together, leaving the painter alone standing alone in the middle of the haunted school.

His arms were raised and his fingertips were full of blood and he wanted to paint, but his arms could not move.

“Why did you come back? ”

Dark hair dropped, revealing the woman's small half face, black red eyes seemed to reflect the stars in the sea of blood.

Changwen Yu and the attack on the sick suit had arrived, but she looked at the painter with a straight check.

Not a word, not a single move, just a simple stare at the painter.

Lifting his arms as if they were petrified, the painter's heart and blood fell on the floor with each drop of his hand.

But even if this precious heart and blood were wasted, the painter did not change anything, he did not go to paint.

When the last drop of blood fell, the painter was pale and his dark eyes filled with cracks, like a crushed crystal ball.

The bloody wind blew the painter's blood, the woman's bright red lips outlined a frightening smile, she grabbed the hand of the door and slowly pressed it down, the will of the ghost school in the door and the everlasting rain simultaneously shouted, but she seemed completely deaf, stepped on the door that symbolized the four-star scene psychic ghost school under her feet.

“The door is the link between the bloody world and reality, no one dares to be so blasphemous, you...” Hidden in the bloody fog, only the medical uniform of the head is left to say anything else, suddenly he found himself open his mouth, but he couldn't speak, there seemed to be something stuck in his throat.

He looked down and a black hair brushed over his corner and turned around suddenly. He found countless black hair drilling out of his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.

“Ignore the blood fog? How did she find me? This is definitely not what Red can do! ”

Dark hair is like an inexorable curse, to wrap a sick uniform into a living doll, he doesn't know when he's getting the hang of it.

It was a stunned kung fu, the back of the medical uniform was broken, he stared at the red eye, and before he was wrapped in dark hair, he transformed his head into blood mist, leaving only a teardrop of things.

Sick to sin, but this tear in his head is crystal clear, as if it were his most precious memory.

Without the body, the uniform completely blends into the mist, there is blood rain in the sky, and each drop of rain hides the most vicious curse.

“You can't stop me! ”

The tears were hidden in the rain, rushing towards the door next to the woman.

The black and red skirt was wet with blood rain and the woman's other hand slowly lifted.

The infinite dark hair is like an inverted ocean, unwittingly covered in the sky.

Her gaze shifted away from the painter, her flawless eyes watching somewhere in the haunted school, her five slender fingers slowly gripping, black hair penetrating the blood mist and wrapping the haunted school inside.

Instead of looking for that tear, she tried to tear up all the rain in the sky!

Black hair floated, red as blood, the woman stepped on the door of the psychic haunted school and impacted everything around her.

“Painter!” Lin Sisi emitted Xu Yan, risking his life to the painter: “Why didn't you just do it? You should have one more chance..."

“It doesn't work.” The painter's arm was powerless to drop, and he looked at the woman who stepped on the door at his feet, and the color was complicated: “I could only paint ghosts, and that woman was about to become a murderer. ”

“Murderer?” Lin Sisi was the first to hear this.

The painter's eyes flashed with a hint of fear and desire: "Above the red, is the fiend. ”

Dark hair wrapped around the sky, dark hair flooded the ground, and between the sky and the earth, there was only one figure in everyone's eyes.

She was wearing red, the only blood red in the world.