Chapter 138: Three Paintings
Xia Yangs death portrait has been triggered, but I still have no idea what his portrait does. The students entered the bungalow to explore. Gao Ming wanted to stop them, but he didnt know which excuse to use. Seeing the salvation on their faces, Gao Ming didnt have the heart to tell them the truth.
The art teacher followed the school rules. She only wanted to kill a part of them, but in Xia Yangs sixth painting, other than Gao Ming, all the students in Class 13 were sliced into pieces.
We need to work hard to search for clues! This bungalow might hide the art teachers secrets! Qian Junran used his rarely-utilised brain for once. The big ghost wouldnt let us go for no reason. She might need our help!
Right. Xi San stood by the door. The shock in his eyes was gone. I didnt expect her to be a tsundere. In this situation, we should pretend to be forced by her to do this. That way, well give her face and protect ourselves.
Only Wang Jie wasnt that optimistic. He stayed close to Gao Ming, I have a bad feeling. The 51st student is more vicious than we thought. Based on the situation in the gym class, he normally would prepare two paths. One leads to a trap, and the other to the abyss. Wang Jies analysis was accurate, but he missed a critical factor.
Zuo Jun touched the black band. He was confused too. The warnings Situ An gave him didnt apply anymore. Which part of the sequence messed up?
Come to the second floor! There is a dead body here! Xi San shouted in the second-floor corridor. Based on the art teachers voice, she should be female. Why is this dead body male?
Dont wander off! Gao Ming reminded them, but his classmates didnt listen to him.
With Zuo Jun leading the way, they headed up to the second floor.
There was a dead body in the art studio littered with ruined canvases. It lay in the middle of a giant canvas like it was asleep.
Is he the art teachers husband? How come it feels like his paintings are better than the art teachers? Xi San picked up a random painting. The painting that was created beyond normal human imagination impacted him a lot. It felt like he was admiring not the painting, but the God of Death inside the painting was admiring his soul.
Is there really a God of Death in this world?
I wasnt drawing the God of Death, but Gao Ming, The man in the painting suddenly removed his mask to smile at Xi San.
Xi San was so shocked that he threw the painting away, Fuck!
Zuo Jun, who was examining the corpse, raised his head and was hit by the painting. He tightened his fist and veins pack on the back of his arm. Stop freaking out over nothing.
The person inside the drawing is alive! Xi San was a good person. After he was scared, he quickly reminded the others, Stay away from the paintings!
His warning was timely, but anomalies had already occurred.
A bloody knife fell out of the painting Liu Yi was holding.
The monitor, Yuan Hui, stood before an art piece named Sea Monster. The painting was created with different hues of blue, but somehow, it created a sense of the deep sea. Yuan Huis body kept leaning forward. He felt like there was something hidden in the blues, but he couldnt see it. It feels like somethings there.
Yuan Huis face was almost touching the canvas. He didnt smell the stingy fumes of paint but the scent of the sea.
There was something approaching in the deep ocean. At that moment, Yuan Hui heard Xi Sans warning. The moment he turned around, a giant mouth appeared inside the painting. The seawater splashed everywhere. The jaws bit into Yuan Hui and dragged him into the painted sea!
Several students screamed. They were stunned by the giant maw. After Yuan Huis body was torn, it didnt bleed but emitted a horrible stench of rot.
Before he could say anything, Yuan Hui disappeared into the painting. Sea Monster returned to normal. It was just the hue of blues.
The bad news is there is a real sea monster inside the painting, but the good news is the eaten Yuan Hui wasnt real but a ghost!
The students were already so scared. On their left was the killing artroom, and on their right was the death gallery. There were 13 ghosts hidden among them. Of course, only 12 remained.
Fuck, what have we done to deserve this? Du Bai retreated until he bumped into Ma Tao.
At this stage, not only the real students were scared, but the ghosts were also scared. They were there to capture scapegoats but to die.
Yuan Huis death was just the start. Cai Meimeis scream came from the first floor. Everyone leaned on the bannister and looked down. Fatty, who shared the room with Mao Tao, had his stomach expanding until it looked ready to explode.
He ate the fruits on the table. The fruits were drawn. After he ate one, he couldnt stop eating! Cai Meimei pointed at Fatty. Her face was white.
Fatty couldnt hear anything. He wiggled on the ground like a worm as he slurped down the ruined canvases until his stomach exploded. Paper shreds fluttered down like snow. Fattys face dissolved into another form, and then his body disintegrated into waste paper and became one with the ruined canvases.
Does every single canvas here represent a real human life? The students were scared by that thought. Their limbs chilled.
Kill me! Kill me! Kill me! A hoarse voice came from the second-floor bedroom. One of the students who went to the kitchen with Ma Tao kept slamming his head against the wall. The students came closer and saw that the mans body was punctured by thin threads that came out of a painting. He couldnt control himself. The painting behind him was blank. It was viewable but also not. The painting was called Fate.
The student didnt stop even when his head cracked open. He was also a ghost. The rotten stench couldnt be hidden anymore. His echoes of pain reverberated through the bungalow.
Three ghosts that mixed into Class 13 died. However, the living students didnt feel happy at all.
Gao Ming narrowed his eyes as he watched everything. Xia Yangs voice echoed in his ears again. I help you accomplish the things you wanted to do. Havent you been meaning to kill them? You know they are ghosts, so why didnt you do anything? I can make the choice for you. I can be your paintbrush.
Xia Yang was influencing Gao Ming. He wanted to use this method to become Gao Ming and live in his mind. If Gao Ming had followed his will, then Xia Yang would have been reborn in Gao Ming.
Should we return to the artroom? Xi San returned to Gao Ming and Wang Jies side.
There was no need for discussion. Everyone raced back to the first floor and used their action to reply to Xi San.
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