Chapter 896 - The Last Painting (1/2)

Translator: Lonelytree  Editor: Millman97

Chen Ge’s tone was calm, like he was describing something that was unimportant. “You have stayed at the school for too long, so it’s natural for you to be afraid of the painter and Chang Wenyu, but for myself and other outsiders, they are just normal Top Red Specters.”

Hearing the consolation from Chen Ge, Yin Hong and the other students felt worse.

“There are no normal Top Red Specters,” Yin Hong grumbled softly. She looked at Chen Ge and was suddenly reminded of what Mr. Lei had said earlier, her gaze wandering to Chen Ge’s shadow. She felt like something was hiding in Chen Ge’s shadow, but the presence was so weak that she could not identify it.

“Never mind, I’ll choose to trust you this one time,” Yin Hong said as she ran to Yin Bai, pulling her hand firmly.

“You…”

“No matter what happens later, do not let go of my hand. You have to understand that the only person who treats you with sincerity is me,” Yin Hong said like this was their parting words, and that gave Yin Bai quite a shock. The sound of fighting kept coming from outside the school. Chen Ge looked calm on the surface, but internally, he was not that calm. He had called Zhang Ya’s name multiple times in his heart, but there was no response. Without Zhang Ya, with the power of the Red Specters around him, he only had the power to resist.

“Mu Yang High School’s old well had the painter’s secret, so the painter definitely knows about it. That path is no longer safe. Even so, after leaving the school from the well, finding the Third Sick Hall through the red city won’t be easy either.” Chen Ge had many students gathered around him, but he really had no confidence that he could lead everyone to safety. If they go through the red city, most students would die and be permanently buried in the city.

“The best solution is to wait until we can take control of the situation.” The School of the Afterlife was a four-star scenario, and it was isolated from the red city. With the appearance of the door, the fewer the secrets and the more things that appeared, the better Chen Ge felt.

“Chen Ge, forgive me for asking, but do you really think we can become the new owner here? We can do better than the painter?” The old headmaster was anxious. He was the oldest and the voice of reason. “The painter’s power is close to that of a Greater Red Specter, and he has such a scary special power. Even so, he couldn’t get full control of the school and gain the door’s approval. Why do you think we can do it?”

This question had been in the old headmaster’s heart for a long time—he just had not said it out loud. Chen Ge wanted him to become the new headmaster, but he was just a Half Red Specter. Every single Red Specter there could kill him easily, much less the painter.

“The students entered the door due to despair; they wish for salvation behind the door, not more lies. The painter has good intentions, but he is too extreme. There is no heaven behind the door. Once the fake heaven is exposed, the result will only be worse.” Chen Ge turned to look at the old headmaster, “We do not want lies; we need to provide actual help for these homeless children and turn this place into a home that they can rely on.