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Chapter 138 Aren’t you the best at making choices?
Xia Yang was definitely no less dangerous than Situ An, but his photo was so powerful that it was difficult for Gao Ming to give up.

A painter suffering from a terminal illness became the leader of all players in the age of disaster with the help of the original photo given by the shadow world.

In a movie, Xia Yang's dramatic life may be more suitable to be the protagonist.

No one can truly understand Xia Yang, and no one can guess his thoughts.

Many of his behaviors are puzzling. For example, when he learned that Gao Ming had seen many futures and decided to kill him, he chose to merge himself with Yi Zhao in an unprecedented way.

In this way, no matter what future Gao Ming sees, it seems impossible to realize it.

Gao Ming couldn't kill a dead person, and Xia Yang wouldn't kill Gao Ming, but would replace Gao Ming in a more secretive way.

"Brilliant, not understood by the world, always peaceful and gentle, but secretly hunting living people and saving children at the same time. Suffering from a terminal illness, he will die soon, but he never succumbs to fate. Dealing with such a complicated person, It’s like dancing on the tip of a knife.”

Gao Ming was thinking about other things, but the pen in his palm seemed to be held by another person, and a painting was quickly completed.

Looking down, Gao Ming did not copy any of the paintings on the blackboard. As if he was deliberately provoking the art teacher, he drew the sixth painting - all the students in Class [-] in the classroom were killed except Gao Ming.

All the students focused their attention on the canvas. Their souls seemed to be sucked away by the painting. The weird and ugly clock hands on the wall were still moving. Every minute that passed, the blood in the painting room became thicker.

The blood stains completely spread, red paint seemed to be dripping everywhere in the studio, the laughter coming from the restricted area next door became harsh, and the clock hands stopped at the 29th minute.

The students woke up from their trance. They looked blankly at the studio that had turned into blood. The panic and uneasiness in their eyes were magnifying.

"No! This is not Studio 2103. Look at the form on the wall! This is Art Studio 2104!" Lao Cao, who was sitting near the door, looked horrified: "When did we run into the restricted area?"

Everyone was concentrating on drawing, and no one knew how they entered the restricted area.

Gao Ming didn't quite understand it at this time. He was awake the whole time, but when he finished thinking, the art classroom was already covered in blood.

"It's painting. During the process of painting those paintings, our spirit and will were guided by the art teacher and we have entered her room of resentment." Zhuo Jun's expression became worse after he found out that he was with his classmates. Each of these classmates It's extremely unlucky. The key is that no one is obedient.

"The wishing house?" Xishan touched his chin: "Is it a place to make wishes?"

Glancing at Xishan, Zhuo Jun frowned even deeper.

Red paint that resembles blood drips on the clothes, like blood flowers blooming on the school uniforms of classmates.

"Students, first of all, congratulations to most of you. You are very smart and have made the right choice. But I also want to tell you some unfortunate news. In fact, the fourth and fifth paintings are both created by the murderer. Painting." The art teacher's voice came from every painting on the drawing board, startling many students.

"Both of these paintings were painted by a murderer. Doesn't that mean that we all made the right choice?" Xishan's heart dropped back into his stomach. "Both paintings were painted by a murderer, but one of the two murderers is also a victim, because one murderer killed the other murderer." The art teacher seemed to be telling something very interesting. This may also be the case. Her true experience: "The choice of which painting is actually painted by the real murderer is left to you."

Some students have not yet understood, but Gao Ming, Zhuo Jun and Wang Jie have already begun to be careful around them.

The art teacher meant to let the students who chose the fourth and fifth paintings kill each other!The one who is alive is the murderer, and the one who is dead is just the victim.

"What are you waiting for? Kill your classmates and keep yourself alive. Isn't this what you are best at?" The art teacher's voice said with a smile: "Hurry up and use the blood of your companions to draw a brand new work. My 2104 studio is dyed even brighter red!"

The red paint was like raindrops, the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more depressing, and the art teacher's voice became terrifying and shrill: "You have one minute left. If you don't make a choice, you will all die here!"

Red faces appeared on the wall, and the paintings were so lifelike that they didn't even look like they were painted, but more like living people had been built directly into the wall.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Xishan, a tall man of over 1.8 meters, sat between Wang Jie and Du Bai like a little girl. Both roommates painted the fourth painting, and only Xishan himself painted the fourth painting. Picture [-]: "We don't have to listen to her. Let's run away, right?"

"Escape? The House of Resentment is the place where the big ghost dies, and it is also the big ghost's home. Without its permission, no one can escape or go out." Zhuo Jun quietly hid his hands in his uniform, which was equipped with special knives from the Bureau of Investigation.

"No one can leave this classroom unless they complete their homework." The art teacher's voice came from the drawing paper. Every student in the drawing was shedding blood and tears, which looked extremely weird and terrifying: "If you want to protect more A large number of people can vote to make choices, and the minority obeys the majority. Isn’t this also what you are good at?”

What the art teacher said makes sense. The students looked at each other, no one dared to make the first move.

"Are you really going to do this?" Xishan noticed something was wrong with Wang Jie's eyes, so he got up and ran to the back door of the classroom, pushing the door panel hard with both hands.

"Don't waste your efforts." Zhuo Jun knows the House of Resentment very well, and the big ghost will not let the students leave.

"Bang!" The door panel of the studio was easily pushed open by Xishan. Everyone in the classroom, including the art teacher and Xishan himself, was dumbfounded.

"Did the ghost forget to lock the door?" A ridiculous idea came to Zhuo Jun's mind, and then he saw his classmates going crazy and rushing toward the studio door.

All the students left the studio, but when they saw the scene outside the door, they felt very strange.

The outside of the studio is not a school corridor, but connected to the interior of a villa.

The villa is very large, with two floors, many rooms, and red paint splashed everywhere.

"Another house of resentment?" Zhuo Jun looked at the place where the two houses of resentment were connected. The red paint was blending. The face pattern on the 2104 art classroom gradually disappeared and a new pattern was painted on it.

Gao Ming, who was among his classmates, was extremely nervous at this time. He was very familiar with the villa in front of him. This was Xia Yang's villa and the place where Xia Yang died!
(End of this chapter)