Chapter 0889 – I See You

　　Shattered lenses fell like a torrential downpour, a crippled sky overhead, a thick blood fog around them, and twisted black thorns under their feet.

　　The entire haunted school was the backdrop, with a blood-red city directly in front of it.

　　All the scenes that could only be seen in nightmares became reality in the world behind the door, and doomsday was no longer enough to describe the misery of the Psychic Ghost School, perhaps this was another hell.

　　Evil body was burst, countless evil spirits ran out of his stomach and flew around the ghost school, they were spitting on the remnants of evil and cursing everything in sight.

　　The paradise that the painter had tried to build had sort of collapsed completely at this moment, the sins that had been buried in the depths of the garbage transfer station regained their freedom, and the darkest things in those people’s hearts ran out, they shouted wildly, cursed, and used all sorts of extreme behaviors to tell the onlookers to what extent human nature could be dark.

　　They had been what the painter had tried to cover up, and now they had been released by the painter himself, and they retaliated indiscriminately against the ghosts and monsters around them, no matter whether they were students among the ghost school or outsiders.

　　These filthy things that ran out of the garbage transfer station, although all they did was to vent, they also helped the painter share a great deal of stress at this particular time.

　　The monsters in the blood-colored city came in force, but the most dangerous wave of attacks had already been neutralized by Painter, who used his special ability to destroy good, and abolished evil with the help of the negativity that the Ghost School had accumulated over the years, and now there was only one last enemy left.

　　With his arm connected to the blood-red mirror, Painter possessed the recognition of the will of half of the students in the Ghost School, which was also an important reason why he was able to support himself until now.

　　As long as he didn’t step out of the Ghost School, Painter was able to exert extremely terrifying strength, something that Chang Wenyu could also do, and it was precisely because Painter was clear about all of this that he wanted to directly kill Chang Wenyu right off the bat.

　　The world behind the door was frightening step by step, any tiny mistake would lead to the soul being scattered, the man in the blood mist was precisely because he had underestimated the painter, and that was why he buried his advantage.

　　Good and evil were lost, but the man in the blood mist didn’t back down, in his opinion this was an opportunity not to be missed.

　　The fact that he was able to walk out of that city and come near the Ghost School in a very short period of time meant that he was only living in the outer area of that city, and there must be monsters countless times more terrifying than him in that city.

　　If he couldn’t take the ghost school in a short period of time, once he attracted the attention of those monsters in the center of the bloody city, this door would definitely be taken away by other “people”.

　　The storm composed of blood mist slowly approached, the painter who was covered with scars silently looked at the center of the storm, his eyes slowly appeared to change, a thread of blood pulled the pupil, his dark eyes slowly melted, only a deep black remained in the eye sockets.

　　”Do you think that I won’t be able to see you if you hide?”

　　The painter’s figure appeared on every shard of mirror that fell from the sky, his pitch-black eyes staring dead on in a certain direction.

　　The storm was coming, but the painter didn’t dodge, he didn’t know what the opponent’s ability was, he didn’t know what kind of way the opponent would attack.

　　In this situation, the best way to defend was to keep attacking, so that the other party could be killed at any time, unable to use their abilities.

　　The painter had almost no defense as he was constantly looking for opportunities, but the man in the blood mist didn’t show any breaks, and the shards of mirrors that smashed down in the sky couldn’t even get close to the other party.

　　If you can’t see it, you can’t draw it, this should be considered one of the painter’s weaknesses.

　　”Your power comes from the Ghost School Will, from the beginning of your tussle with Evil, you have been utilizing that mirror in the sky, your power comes from there, and it seems that what I want is also there.” The man in the blood mist was extremely cunning, he hadn’t shown his face since the beginning, and had already grasped more and more information in the shadows, when he really struck, it was bound to be the time when he was ten out of ten.

　　The blood-colored storm touched the mirror in the sky, the man didn’t clash hard with the painter, he was hiding in the middle of the storm looking for traces of that door.

　　”You’re smart, and you’re stupid, and your greed far outweighs your abilities.” The painter moved his arm behind his back and reached his severed hand, which had just been bitten by Evil, towards the mirror.

　　This time his arm reached into the man-made lake on the West Campus.

　　The body floating on the lake was originally back down, and as the painter’s arm passed through the mirror and into the water, the body flipped over, revealing its face.

　　The face surprised everyone; it was identical to Fan Yu outside the door!

　　”Everyone’s memories sink in their minds, that lake is the ghost school’s Sea of Memory, holding the most mundane memories of all the students, including what I’ve forgotten.” The painter’s face actually resembled Fan Yu’s, but because the aura was completely different, causing anyone who looked at it to think it was two people.

　　The arm that had just been gnawed by Evil grasped the corpse in the artificial lake, and the painter paused slightly before slowly clenching his fingers.

　　The corpse turned into blood in the artist’s palm, falling into the artificial lake drop by drop.

　　Ordinary memories were pricked, the ordinary lake water became different from before, first it swirled with microwaves, then it became turbid, a blood-red bubble emerged on the surface of the lake, and gradually the whole lake water turned into the color of blood.

　　”The painting I painted myself, it’s better for me to let myself tear it up.” The painter’s arm descended violently, the mirror exploded, and the blood-red lake water poured down.

　　All sorts of voices resounded through the ghost school, the memories seemed to come to life, and the distance from the sky to the earth was their entire lives.

　　In this short period of time, the squared past turned into a fine rain that pierced through the storm and enveloped the Ghost School.

　　The painter had plundered the memories of everyone in the East and West campuses, and now he was returning all those memories to them with his own hands.

　　The students in the ghost school remembered a lot of forgotten things, the most boring times when they were alive, but they never thought that they would become the constant thoughts after death, it was these simple and ordinary things that made up their different selves.

　　The blood-colored mirror in the blood-colored mirror once again began to collapse in a large area, the will of the students was shaken, the mirror shook, the entire east-west campus in the only three places left is still stable.

　　One was the laboratory building where the painter had once stayed, one was the library where the blindfolded man was located, and the other place was the dilapidated teaching building on the east campus.

　　Lin Si Si and that four-legged monster from the garbage transfer station had both run into the library, and there was no one in the East Campus’ school building, but there was no impact there, which was clearly abnormal.

　　”The door is hidden in the school building?” The man in the blood mist rushed in the direction of the school building at the first opportunity, but this time the painter didn’t stop him.

　　The raindrops of memory fell into the middle of the blood-colored storm, and no one but the painter noticed that the painter’s figure was reflected in the depths of each drop of rain.

　　His dark eyes stared at the center of the storm, his scarred lips slowly opened, “I see you.”