Chapter 139: Let Me Paint You

Chapter 139: Let Me Paint You

The art room that flowed with red paint echoed with the art teachers chilly voice. She had been teaching for years, but she had never encountered something like this, be it before or after death.

How can the students leave the classroom during class?

Her voice came from the canvases. Slowly, all the paintings made by the killers turned into ones made by the victims. Five paintings had the theme of classroom and students. No one in the paintings died, but if one looked closer, one would notice that most students looked at the podium, but the spot where the teacher should be was empty. The real victim should be the art teacher. Her body was cut and hidden around the art room.

Red paint soaked through every painting. The floor cracked, and the walls peeled off. Blood threads crawled out of the corner and merged to form the silhouette of a woman. She stood on the podiums in every painting. She was gentle, kind and beautiful, but her eyes glowed with resentment.

Art Room 2104 was a taboo zone. Both the headmaster and teachers knew that there was a big ghost there. Her power was special. She could hide in paintings and almost couldnt be killed. The woman in the paintings walked down the podium. She appeared to want to walk out of the canvas.

Ill capture all of you back and turn you into the human plaster models and place you at the most conspicuous spots.

Her gaze looked at the door venomously. When her hands touched the red paint, her fair fingers poked out of the canvas. Xi San, who was the first to escape, shoved the art room door open. He ran back with the rest of the class.

The exquisite hand hung in mid-air. The art teacher looked confused.

The students obediently returned to their seats. They sat inside the bloodred art room. It was like everyone was trying to get into the best art school. Nothing could affect their interest in learning.

The art teacher was in the middle of a rage when her students all came back. The escaped lambs all returned to her side.

No! Four is missing! The confusion in her eyes was replaced by venom again. The woman didnt walk out of her paintings. She flitted between the canvases and soon arrived at the door. The red paint carved out her shadow. She realised that her resentment room was enveloped by something.N♡vεlB¡n: A Haven for Bookworms and Dreamers.

I really dont like to bully kids. In my eyes, you are a talented girl. You remind me of the day when I was four and went to art class for the first time. A girl sat beside him. She held the paintbrush dumbly and tried her best to express her inner thoughts on the canvas. The critique I gave her was that she was cute.

Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! The art teacher had lost her mind. She was a taboo-like existence at the school. Every student had to abide by her rules. The other teachers didnt dare to come to her art room to disturb her.

There is a burning passion hidden in your heart. Why dont you show her? The girl in your heart was never dismembered. I can hear her cry. She wears a dress of hatred and walks on blades. Her warm feet step on the cold blades. Red blood and cold glint touched. The wounds bloom like flowers. Its beautiful! Xia Yangs tone was enraptured by madness. His bungalow was dissolving. All the red paint splattered on the outer wall of the art room before it seeped in.

Let me paint you. I will help you bloom so that everyone can smell the flower fragrance deep inside your soul.

The self-portraits of the art teacher appeared on the outer wall of the art room. Every angle carried a different pain and beauty. Her limbs were bent out of shape, but her face became more and more captivating.

You are crazy! The art teacher kept using blood to wash away the self-portraits. She also wanted to paint Xia Yang, but she couldnt sketch out Xia Yangs face. She couldnt see through him.

The big ghosts in the school never followed the school rules, but they wouldnt actively go against them either. However, the art teacher saw something different in Xia Yangs art.

There was no limitation or rules in Xia Yangs eyes. His art was a challenge to the limitation that was placed on the human soul.

The more she understood it, the more feared she became. If pure hatred was pure red, then Xia Yang felt like pure black to her.

One couldnt tell one was inside it. The extremism, madness and greed consumed any ray of light.

The self-portraits of the art teacher on the outer wall became more realistic. The art teacher had a bad feeling. Once Xia Yang could perfect his portrait of her, it would be the time her self would fully disappear.