Chapter 887: black

The man in the blood mist never imagined that his most valued men would be killed in a single shot.
Recalling Chang Wenyu's words, the painter possesses a very terrifying special ability, which can draw the person or Li Gui into the painting at a certain price and deprive the other of everything.
The limitation of this ability is very large, but Chang Wenyu did not tell him what the limitation is, only that the painter can only use this ability three times in a certain period, that is to say, the other party can only draw three people.
"Good has no soul flying, she is just deprived of something." The man in the blood mist looked at the physical condition of the sheep-headed woman. He knew very well that the red clothing soul flying will not leave any traces in this world, but good But his body has survived.
"If Chang Wenyu didn't lie, the painter can only use this ability three times in a short period of time, then there is nothing to be afraid of." The man put down the good body: "Chang Wenyu spent one time to hold the painter's ability, Shan just consumed one of his paintings just now, and now he only has one chance to use his ability. "
The thick blood mist covered the line of sight, and the man headed had been hiding in the fog, and he had not revealed his true face so far: "It is a terrible ability, but it has no meaning in front of the absolute number gap. He finished the third painting. When painting, it was when he was so spirited. "
The blood mist covering evil slowly dissipated. The headed man almost sent evil to the painter's eyes. In his view, it was worthwhile to exchange a life of evil with the painter's painting.
"When I push the door of the unowned, and become the red dress, I will find what you lost and let you respawn on your corpse."
These words of the man seem to speak to evil. After the man finished speaking, the monster resembling a man resembled a pig and rushed to the painter in a madness.
The blood mist was tumbling, and there was black liquid in his evil mouth. He smelled foul all over his body. Contrary to goodness, there was nothing lovable about this monster.
"The painter's special ability is powerful, but his body is not too strong. Evil just restrains him. If the good is still there, it is assisted by the good. The good and evil are integrated with each other, and even the red clothing can resist for a while. "The man in the blood mist can control the dense fog of the world behind the door. No matter what else, this ability alone is already mysterious enough:" Unfortunately, he should also have seen the problem, so he should not waste a chance to paint. Create goodness. "
Dense fog gathered around him. The man was like the center of the storm. He ignited all the blood fog around him, and then he entered the ghost school.
Black thorns paved the way, and the man and the evil approached the teaching building from two different directions.
The man in the blood mist deliberately avoided the painter, but what he did not expect was that the painter who had undergone a huge change in shape actually moved and stood between him and evil.
"Do you want to deal with both of us at the same time?" The man in the blood mist is very strong. He has not revealed his true identity so far. His identity and strength are a mystery. If it is not the ability to scrutinize the horror of the painter, this battle may have ended.
The painter has no nonsense. He proved everything with his actions. His back-to-earth arms, swelled with black blood vessels under the stimulation of negative emotions, the breath of the painter is becoming stronger.
He wants to integrate the will of the ghost school, absorb all the unrest and despair, and turn all the negative emotions of the ghost school students into his own weapons.
There is an extraordinary power in people's emotions, because obsession is born, and the door appears.
"Red clothing can withstand limited disasters, without the approval of the door, you can't bear the negative emotions deposited in the whole school, you will lose your mind, and you will be burst." The man in the blood mist waved his arm again. More figures vaguely appeared on the periphery of the ghost school: "There are countless ghosts in that city, they are crooked and crazy, and they are all greedy for this school. Even if you can stop me and evil, what can you do? As long as you Being dragged down, those school wills in the ghost school will be devoured. You will be dragged down for a second, and countless wills will dissipate. As the will disappears, you will become weaker and weaker. "
The man in the blood mist didn't want to fight, but the painter didn't give him any chance to speak.
"Boom!"
The mirror above his head shattered a large piece, and an arm behind the painter grabbed the broken mirror and stab the evil force with force.
The mirror became countless crying moments at the moment of shedding. They became a knife in the hands of the painter, and condensed a blood awn in the process of waving.
The mirror cut across the evil body, cut the pig-face mask that evil wore, and tore the giant mouth on the side of the evil body, but just as the mirror was about to cut out from the other side of the giant mouth, the mouth on the side of the evil body made a noise Softly.
Countless fine teeth bit the mirror, the black liquid dripped on the mirror, the mirror composed of the student's memory shattered instantly, and the afterimages of the children were crying and swallowed by the giant mouth.
"Greedy is a kind of evil. It can eat a lot of things. The more it eats, the stronger it will be."
The giant mouth healed quickly. He swallowed the mirror and bit the painter's arm.
"Want to swallow it with me?"
The mirror in the sky has long been shattered ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The buildings have become illusory, and only four places have not been greatly affected.
At this time, the painter took the initiative to extend his back arm to one of these places-a garbage transfer station located in the middle of the east-west campus.
"True evil is not ugliness in the body and defects in human nature, but a simpleness with no purpose. Pure evil is like the black on my drawing board, it has no more ideas, it is cold, evil, everything Everything just because it is black. "
The arm on the back of the painter grabbed the garbage transfer station in the mirror, and the monster on all fours completely destroyed the door of the last room of the transfer station, and then fled in vain.
The mirror surface was broken, a fulcrum was destroyed, and all the sins accumulated in the east and west campuses poured into the painter's body. He was terrible, using his body as an intermediary, and stuffed all those sins and curses into the mouth of evil.
The soul of sin is roaring, they did not expect that the end of their short journey will be a smelly giant mouth.
Screaming, begging for mercy, cursing, cursing, no language can shake the painter.
"I am a painter. I need white and black. It doesn't matter what color I use as long as I can finish the final painting."
The evil body was stretched, the painter's expression became more and more distorted, and the calm on his face slowly disappeared.
The evil thoughts in the last room of the garbage transfer station were all locked in by him. That is some unusable garbage. It is the darkest and most horrible part of human nature.
"If you want to eat, then I will let you eat enough!"