Chapter 891 - Several Red Spectres (1/2)

Chapter 891: Several Red Spectres

Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

The sea of memories washed about. Every raindrop was the painter’s eye. Combined with the painter’s special power, he had absolute advantage in the School of the Afterlife. No wonder even Chang Wenyu did not dare tackle the painter head on. The man in the fog hurried quickly toward the education block in the mirror. The painter stood where he was. He stared at the eye of the storm, and the black arms that reached out from his wounds extended, forming a piece of perfect skin on his chest.

The battle earlier had been so intense, but the painter had used all of the arms to shield this part of his body; he had hidden that secret from many people. This was the only part of his body that was not injured. This went to show the intensity of the battle between Red Specters. The man hiding in the storm easily came to the mirror. With no one stopping him, things went a bit too smoothly. He felt a trace of anxiety in his heart. He turned back to look and saw the painter removing the last piece of ‘canvas’ from his body.

Has he seen me?

The seed of anxiety grew in his heart, and it soon grew to crawl over his entire body. The moment the ‘canvas’ was torn out, the man’s body swiftly turned into a shadow. He was like a nightmare. There was no definite shape, and he looked different to different people. The painter’s bloody hand dangled over the ‘canvas’. His black eyes stared ahead, and he did not start to paint for a long time. “You are not a ghost?”

The heavy rain continued to fall. The painter’s eyes seemed to see something, and he said something weird from his lips.

When he said that, the man in the center of the storm became more desperate. He stopped maintaining the form of a living person and completely melted into the storm. He raised the blood fog and used the most brutal method to rush at the surface of the mirror. When the painter saw that, he knew that the man had guessed the location of the door.

“You are wearing a mask and using another person’s body—what exactly’s hiding under your skin?” The painter’s eyes turned completely dark. The white of his eyes disappeared fully, and he looked scary. Things had gotten out of control. No one knew what the painter saw that he was so shocked.

Endless blood fog drifted out from the red city—that was the source of the fog. The man’s power had everything to do with the fog. Of course, that could be how he hid his real identity, so he was only using this power. The fog on the ground rumbled, and the memories in the sky rained. A storm ravaged the school. Everyone was dragged into it, and there was no place to hide. As the mirror in the sky kept collapsing, the school itself was affected. The stain on the walls lightened, the windows were shattered, the doors were brutally shoved opened, endless students found their lost memories, and they were consumed by the storm of confusion and bitterness.

With their memory awakened, to save themselves, more and more students chose to join Chen Ge, and a few of them were Red Specters. In the blood storm, the school was shaking. Other than Top Red Specters, no one could guarantee that they would be safe. It was dangerous to be in the school alone—only by gathering together and combining their strength would they have a higher chance of survival. Other than Chen Ge’s group, there were a few places where many students were gathered.

One was the lab building. It was the tallest building in the school, dominated by the seniors. They had deep colored uniforms and could be seen at the native residents of the school. Some of them might have been living there when the door pusher opened the door. In terms of power, they might not be the first, but in terms of familiarity with the school, they were the best.