Gao Ming had expected the Art Teacher and Xia Yang to appear. He had arranged for them to come and help him.
What was happening on the first basement level was right up Xia Yang's alley. You Liang, as pure as winter sunshine, the Red Raincoat, an embodiment of extreme hatred, and even the Class Thirteen students and investigators fighting over the corpse for their own interests—all of them gave Xia Yang an endless stream of inspiration.
The Art Teacher narrowed her eyes slightly, concealing the greed deep within her pupils. Xia Yang yearned to possess the souls of the Red Raincoat and You Liang, to paint them and imprison them within his artwork.
"I'm liking this world more and more."
The Art Teacher took out a paintbrush and began depicting You Liang and the Red Raincoat on the wall. With every stroke, another wound appeared on her body, as though the pigment she used was her own ghost blood.
Both You Liang and the Red Raincoat, fighting in the distance, noticed the Art Teacher's presence. But the Red Raincoat had no intention of stopping. In her effort to devour You Liang completely, she was already covered in bloody wounds that would not heal.
You Liang did not look much better. His ability had limits, just like his life. In the end, he had lost all his happiness and become a ghost with bloodstained hands.
If this continued, the Red Raincoat might actually kill him.
"Go! Get out of the basement first!" Gao Ming shouted to the Class Thirteen students. Some of his classmates certainly deserved to die, but others had never harbored any ill will toward him.
The students who had snatched some of the Investigation Bureau's boxes heard Gao Ming's warning and ran back without another word. When