"No. 1 is very special. He is different from everyone else. He is the first student in this school." Zhou Tu glanced at other members of the club: "In other words, the school will become what it is now and it has a lot to do with him."

"When you mentioned the painter, I felt scared for no reason. These two words made me frightened." Zhang Ju's body was about to be completely dyed red by blood, and his face looked like a melted candle, which looked very scary.

"It is normal to be afraid, because you must have seen him before you become a monster, and you are one of his works." Zhou Tu inadvertently told another secret: "Everything you experienced after entering the door was arranged by the painter, but later there was a little accident."

"How do you know this? Didn't you explain anything about the painter just now?"

"Because I am like you, to be precise, everyone except the painter himself is his works!" Zhou Tu's words were filled with deep fear: "You, me, Lin Sisi, including Wang Yicheng and everyone in this school, we are all the works of the painter. From the beginning of entering the door, we lived in the painter's script."

"If it is true as you said, why would there be an accident on Zhang Ju?" Chen Ge did not completely believe Zhou Tu. It was not that he suspected that Zhou Tu was cheating him, but because Zhou Tu didn't know some things, such as Zhang Ya's existence.

The one who swallowed the Xicheng Private College's promoter was Zhang Ya, so no matter what the others were, at least one of the fourteen scrolls was definitely not the work of the painter.

"The painter was careless. He didn't expect someone to make a different choice from him, nor did he think that someone would betray him under his nose." Zhou Tu took a deep breath, twisted his neck with difficulty, and looked at Zhang Ju: "You should have heard of the name Chang Wenyu."

"Of course, she betrayed the agreement, took my left eye, and made me her scapegoat." Zhang Ju had a very bad impression of Chang Wenyu.

"It was not you who betrayed her, but the painter." Zhou Tu's voice became louder, as if he was using his last strength to defend Chang Wenyu: "Chang Wenyu is the second person to enter this school and the only person who successfully escaped from here!"

"What do you want to say?"

"She told us something with her own practical actions that we have other ways to go besides doing what the painter said. What we need to obey is not the painter, but the real master of the school." Blue veins appeared on Zhou Tu's neck, and his physical condition was getting worse and worse.

Chen Ge has always been curious about who the school’s owner is. After all, the other party may be an existence beyond red clothes: "Can you tell me who the real owner of this school is?"

Zhou Tu looked at Chen Ge deeply and said two words: "We."

"us?"

"That's right, all the despair of bullying has become the cornerstone of the ghost school. After the young and wandering souls entered the door, they merged into a growing monster." Zhou Tu pointed to himself and pointed to the people around him: "We are all in the body of this monster. We are all part of this monster. Here we carry our memories, both our home and our body."

Chen Ge already understood what Zhou Tu wanted to express. The owner of Tongling Ghost School did not refer to a certain person, but to a kind of will.

The doorkeeper died, and there was no new doorkeeper to bear the negative emotions behind the door. The door kept wandering in similar despair, and finally those desperate thoughts began to slowly dominate the door.

Chen Ge suddenly understood why Black Mobile called this school a ling ghost school.

The ghost school itself is just a scene, but under the influence of despair and negative emotions, this scene itself already has a certain will, so a "door" that has never been seen before and can be moved freely appears.

The other doors are pushed open by the Desperate and fixed in a certain place in the blood-colored world. Only this door will appear at the Desperate.

It became a home for desperate children to escape, sheltered the desperate souls, but also deprived them of their lives in another way.

"No." Chen Ge suddenly said: "If you enter the school, you will definitely die. How did Chang Wenyu escape from the ghost school? Children entering this school should have different choices, and each choice corresponds to a result!"

"Although I don't know why you suddenly said this, you said it right." Zhou Tu followed Chen Ge's words: "The school has its own will. All those who enter the school have their own choices. Different choices will have different results. Some people will leave the school and go back on the road after experiencing pain and despair; some will merge with despair and become part of the school; and some will give up everything, forget everything, and close their eyes. There are many choices they can choose, at least this is what I heard from Chang Wenyu's mouth."

"As you say, this school is pretty good, at least for those desperate kids."

"The will to form the school is not wrong, but the painter is wrong. It changed the rules of the school, cut off the way out, and kept everyone." Zhou Tu's voice gradually became louder, but his body became weaker and weaker.

"Why did the painter do this?" Zhang Ju was a little confused.

"I don't know what he is thinking. I only know that someone has resisted the painter. Chang Wenyu succeeded, while others and I failed." Zhou Tu leaned on Zhang Ju: "Every time there is a problem in the oil painting studio, the painter will appear. He will come soon. You don't want to lose your memory again and become a happy doll without thinking. It's better to find a way to leave quickly."

"Is it too late to escape now?" Zhang Ju was a little pessimistic: "We have to face a painter, and we may not even have the qualifications to be his opponents."

"It's okay." Zhou Tu squeezed a smile on his pale face, and his thin fingers reached towards Chen Ge: "Chang Wenyu is back, I feel the familiar breath in him."

"On my body?" Chen Ge himself was also a little surprised: "Are you sure it was Chang Wenyu's breath? Not the breath of other women?"

"I'm sure." Zhou Tu didn't hear another meaning in Chen Ge's words, and nodded with certainty.

"I have never seen Chang Wenyu before, how could she have the breath of her?" Chen Ge waved his hand.

"Maybe you have her belongings, maybe you have blood relationship with her? Or are you lovers?"

"Stop, stop talking." Chen Ge gritted his teeth: "I feel like I've been cheated."

Zhou Tu didn't think it was a big problem that Chen Ge had the breath of Chang Wenyu. He was still persuading Chen Ge: "We have all forgotten some memories, and maybe the secret is hidden in those lost memories. You don't have to worry too much, my intuition has always been very accurate."
Chapter completed!