Chapter 826: Demolitionist

Not only the weekly pictures, but also the first thirteen easels in the center of the studio began to show abnormalities.

Blood color spread on the canvas, and the upside-down picture gradually changed. The normal half of the picture was drowned in blood color, and screams and wailing continued to be heard from the canvas.

"Teacher Bai, what is going on?"

The paintings in the oil painting room are all divided into upper and lower parts. The upper part is exactly the same as in reality, while the lower part is blood red.

When the blood started to spread, the blood-colored villains in the lower half of the painting all crawled to the other side of the painting along with the blood.

They used various methods to kill their normal-looking self with the help of the tools in the paintings.

The upside-down world was destroyed, and what was even more weird was that more and more bloodshots emerged from the killed figures in the oil painting, and they all rushed to the fourteenth easel.

The pattern on the canvas became clear, and the red dress seemed to be some kind of taboo, and everyone's blood had to be used to make her appear.

"Boom!"

The pale Zhou Tu was thrown to the ground with bloodshot eyes. His body was highly deformed, like a sponge that had been squeezed by someone.

The blood mist that had enveloped him became thicker and slowly drifted into the fourteenth easel.

The woman's long skirt was outlined by blood, so lifelike, like a sea of ​​blood floating up and down.

Screaming faces were engraved on the hem of the skirt, and a screaming soul stepped on her feet, like a flower blooming in the deepest despair.

Compared with everything around her, she looks so different.

Standing in a cage full of curses and negative emotions, that blood dress is the brightest red in the world.

"this painting……"

As bloodshots gathered, the fourteenth oil painting became more and more clear.

With the overturned desk and the shattered mirror, she stood barefoot in the center of the abandoned school.

The blood-red skirt clung to her body, and she raised her snow-white neck like a blood-red swan.

Only the woman's back was drawn in the painting, and everything in the first thirteen paintings was exhausted, only her back was outlined.

Standing blankly in front of the oil painting, Chen Ge couldn't help walking towards the fourteenth painting. He was very sure in his heart that the woman in that painting was Zhang Ya!

"Everyone is here. The people I saved, the people who saved me, the people I killed, the people who killed me, all came here."

The man's voice sounded again. His voice was still male when he said the first sentence, but his voice tended to be neutral as he spoke.

This voice seems to be formed by the mixture of countless voices, but most of the time, the male voice dominates.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know what she looks like?" Chen Ge stood beside the fourteenth oil painting: "Where is she?"

Zhang Ya was sleeping in his own shadow, and Chen Ge was very worried that the other party would take this opportunity to attack Zhang Ya. After all, there might be someone in red in this school.

There was no response, and the voice slowly died away amidst the ticking of blood.

All the paintings in the oil painting room were smeared with blood, and reason and art were destroyed violently, leaving only blood stains one after another.

"Why is Zhang Ya the fourteenth painting? Is this what they planned long ago?" In the four-star scene,

Chen Ge seemed very small. Even with many club members around him, he was still very uneasy, but he covered up his uneasiness.

Before things came to fruition, Chen Ge never revealed his true thoughts, but this time was different. After seeing Zhang Ya drawn by the other party, his heart suddenly rose.

"Spiritual Ghost School is related to Zhang Ya! This time Zhang Ya is not a hole card, but one of the chess pieces on the chessboard."

The fourteen paintings represent fourteen people, one of which has Lin Sisi's signature written on it, and the other one depicts Zhou Tu's death. Some of the owners of the paintings have been seen by Chen Ge, and some may be in the Pass him by in this school.

They are both competitors and partners, and all of them will do whatever it takes to achieve the ultimate goal.

"The rules of the school of psychic ghosts are substitution and evasion. In the end, the person who bears the hatred of the entire school should be selected from these fourteen 'painters'."

Chen Ge didn't know what he was going to face. Everyone in the ghost school was looking for a scapegoat, so he suspected that the owner of the school also had this plan. After all, the person who pushed the door had been swallowed by Zhang Ya. In other words, the so-called master of the academy is just a substitute.

"The four-star scene is very huge, and it is still expanding. To carry such a door, I am afraid that you need to bear unimaginable negative emotions."

The oil painting room is located in the deepest part of the corridor of the laboratory building. The changes here are gradually spreading to the entire floor. The bright red oil paint penetrates into the wall, and the blood threads pass through the wall, as if some kind of plant with extremely strong life and fast growth by sucking nutrients from corpses Same.

The portraits in the painting were bleeding, they slapped the canvas vigorously, their expressions were hideous and terrifying, but they couldn't escape from the painting.

"Go... let's go!" The skinny Zhou Tu woke up from his coma. He raised his skinny arm and grabbed Zhang Ju next to him: "It's started, the painter has started."

"Painter?" Zhang Ju was sure that this was the first time he heard this name, but for some reason, after hearing these two words, his body trembled instinctively.

The top half of the red dress was trembling just because he heard a name, which seemed unimaginable to Chen Ge.

"Get out of here first." Chen Ge signaled Zhang Ju and Zhu Long to bring Zhou Zhou's picture. He was the first to rush to the door of the oil painting room, and opened the door. A stench and cold air poured into the room, making Chen Ge retreat involuntarily. a few steps.

Looking closely, a man in red overalls stood sideways outside, his upper body tilted, maintaining a posture of lying on the door panel to eavesdrop.

"Red clothes..."

Chen Ge encountered this red-clothed man when he entered the laboratory building for the first time, but last time he was lucky and escaped.

"Are you also a staff member of the school? It's not safe here. If you want to have a good chat with us, we can go to other places." Chen Ge tried to communicate with the other party, but before he finished speaking, suddenly floated behind him. There was a bloody smell.

"Be careful!"

Zhang Ju and Zhu Long stood beside Chen Ge on one left and one on the right, each with a grimace under their feet.

Looking down, Chen Ge realized at this moment that the red clothes outside the door seem to like to collect the faces of living people.

On the ground around him, there were crowds of blood-oozing human faces.

"Ding dong ding dong..."

The sound of metal colliding came from the waist of the red coat, and his blood-red overalls were blown away by the wind, revealing various dissection tools hidden underneath.