Chapter 889 - Let Me Paint for You (1/2)

Chapter 889: Let Me Paint for You

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

Even behind the door, there were not many Specters as mad as the painter. He was different from the other monsters; he could not be judged by conventional standard of good and evil. No one could tell what he was thinking, and no one could predict what he could do next, but one thing was for sure—this Red Specter was very scary. He would stop at nothing to reach his goal. He did not care about what other people thought, and he was not bound by morality. He did everything according to his own rules. This kind of person was very scary, and the man in the fog knew that.

Wind with the smell of blood swept across the sky, and screams echoed around the school. Be it the painter or Evil, no one had surrendered. Evil bit the painter’s arm, his stomach bulging. Blood vessels appeared on Evil’s face, and his body started to become uneven. The painter was not looking very well either. He turned his body into a medium as he poured the sin that had gathered on the campuses into Evil’s mouth. He wished to fill Evil up to its death and clear away the school’s sin at the same time.

That was a good idea, but the problem was that he had to be the medium. The sin would have to enter the painter’s body before being poured into Evil’s lips. This was a battle of determination. The first who crumbled would have a worse ending. Black capillaries appeared on the face, and they crawled around like little venomous snake. They pulsed like they could burst at any moment. Even under such circumstances, the painter turned to the man in the fog. Due to the layer of fog, the man knew that the painter could not take a good look at him, but he still wavered slightly. He was fearful of the painter’s power.

“Are the dirty things in the city all like you?” The painter’s expression was scary. Savage was not enough to describe it anymore. “You only know how to hide inside the fog. Do you not even have the courage to face me?”

“You have become more chatty. It means that you have weakened.” The man in the fog did not care about what the painter said. He controlled the fog to wrap around him. “I only need the door…”

“You will never find that door. Even if it was before you now, you wouldn’t be able to see it.” The painter appeared to say that to maintain his own rationality. His face had completely twisted, and he was scarier than any monster that he had painted. Endless sin and negative emotion rushed into his body. The pain that every student had experienced appeared in his mind.

There were many things that could pierce one’s heart. It could be a single sentence or a single event. Either way, they jabbed one’s heart like needles. One could be smiling, but as long as the heart was still beating, the wound would be torn open, bleeding black blood. It was not hard to remove the needles, but even so, an ugly wound would remain. The deeper the pain, the deeper the wound. The painter could not undo the wound in everyone’s heart; he could only first remove the needles and then wipe away the memories that were related to them.

If they did not think about it, the pain would not come. That was how the painter helped the students on the campuses; he left them with good memories and transferred the needles that represented pain to the trash collection center. The harsher the pain, the deeper they were buried. These needles would not disappear even after their owner had forgotten about them. After all, they were part of one’s memory. One’s life was only complete with pain and sadness. The painter had lacked a way to deal with such ‘trash’ until the appearance of Evil.

“I have been doing something wrong. It is not that there is no sin in heaven; with the sun, there is bound to be shadow. Perhaps I can build a heaven in darkness,” the painter mumbled of himself, like only by thinking that would he not lose himself. He was at the edge of a breakdown. When Doctor Gao suffered all the sin behind a three-star scenario, he also almost broke down even if he was a Top Red Specter. Currently, the painter was dealing with the sin from a four-star scenario. It had not been easy for him to have held on until now. This was a battle of conviction. The painter was at the edge of madness, and things were not going well for Evil.