The Ghost School was wrapped in Black Hair. The scene could only be described with one word: despair.
No one could escape. Even the Ghost School's Door was afraid.
But what reassured the Ghost School Students a little was that the Black Hair wasn't targeting them. Instead, it kept stabbing at the Blood Rain filling the sky.
Not a single drop of the Blood Rain overhead was innocent. Each one emanated astonishing resentment.
The Patient Uniform hiding in the Blood Mist was like a carrier of the Curse. He seemed to have been created for the sole purpose of spreading malice and fear.
The entire Ghost School had been submerged beneath the Black Hair. Looking at the woman standing in the depths of the nightmare, Lin Sisi and the blindfolded man both gave up struggling.
A hoarse voice came from purplish-blue lips. The blindfolded man covered his Left Eye. This time, he was truly blind. "I only looked at her once. Is this what it means to be Above Red-Clothed?"
"Her aura keeps waxing and waning. It seems she's broken through some kind of limit. I don't know how much suffering someone's Obsession from life must endure to become like her. I can't imagine it, and I can't do anything about it now." The Painter let his arms hang at his sides. "She's injured, and her condition is very unstable. It's not like the rumors I heard in the Blood-colored City. It seems she still can't control herself."
His gaze swept toward Chen Ge, who was sitting on the ground in the distance. The Painter's expression grew even more complicated. "That man carries my aura. From the moment he entered the Ghost School, I had countless ways to kill him in advance. But every time I was about to act,