Rebirth: Start By Hiding In Evil

Chapter 230: Hell Painting (5/5)

Original schedule.

which is

The next game, the battle between High School No. 1 and High School No. 2, was supposed to take place in thirty minutes.

but

Because of the intervention of an old man, the game was postponed by the organizing committee.

In this regard, some people are happy and some are sad.

Although the conscious maintenance time is too long, this is not an exception.

In the history of the “Nine Schools War”, such emergencies are numerous.

The venue for the next game has yet to be announced, and the main players left the field early.

Even if the three highs have complaints, they cannot appeal smoothly.

Or rather~

Even if he appealed, Gojo Satoru, who was the party involved, couldn’t come.

He went to work.

Here it is!

The sound of the water pipe being filled with water, the clear blood spewed out.

Needless to say, it was a massacre.

Before everyone in Chinatown could react, the man with the deep white mist ripped off his boss’s head.

Many people’s expressions were frozen in horror.

clatter!

After the head fell to the ground, blood was sprayed on the ceiling in a dramatic and exaggerated manner like a blowout.

There was a red rain in the whole hall.

woohoo!

The warm liquid broke the silence.

All the gunmen in black who were bathed in the rain of blood opened fire, targeting the unidentified figure standing alone in the open space.

Through the thin mist, the handsome boy smiled.

Boom!

The lights in the hall suddenly went out.

Absurd darkness enveloped, no one panicked, no gunshots, everything fell into a dead silence.

Only the sound of human breathing and the sound of bullets being loaded can be heard.

When people are killed, they die.

They are all men who lick blood on the tip of the knife, and it is not that they have never killed a magician.

By memory.

The overwhelming barrage shrouded Gojo Satoru with murderous intent.

but

At the moment of the gunshot, when he disappeared and reappeared, he had come to the end of the corridor.

The whole scene was like a frame cut. After the bullet was shot, it hit the wall.

A brush of bullet holes brought in the light from the outside world.

??

Many people swallowed their saliva and looked around, completely unaware of what was going on.

but,

soon–

A sudden clapper sounded.

Crisp and empty, it seems to resonate with the air and the human skull, numb and pleasant.

Accompanied by the sound of a clapper, a beam of light suddenly lit up in the depths of the corridor leading to the VIP room.

The light reflected in everyone’s pupils from far to near, slightly illuminating the side face of the boy in the dark.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and a plain white profile was reflected in their eyes.

The fog gradually faded away.

juvenile

Holding the collection that the original owner had placed in the corridor, he played Lige playfully.

A clean smile.

This is the first image of many people, and it is also their last thought.

There is no need for secrecy with the dead.

Although I’m sorry, but in order to have a stable campus life in the future, Gojo Satoru decided to cover up for the backward people.

first–

Cut off its overly long wings.

Then–

Cut off the clues, and the dead will not speak.

Snapped!

Whispers of the Devil.

In his ears, there was a healing sound of bone cracks and the sound of the ball leaking.

Komuro Takashi felt like he was in hell, like a nightmare.

2 hours before.

Seniors who are still fighting wine–

Now it was like a bag of tomatoes had burst, killing his face.

Scalp tingling.

He realized that he might die here today.

it is true

Here you go!

Gojo Satoru did not treat him differently because he fell to his knees, kicking his head off.

This is the purest form of violence, without any magical blessing.

red, white, yellow…

This is probably what the so-called “powerful miracles” mean.

The lights are dim, the lights are bright.

People die, lights go out.

Very nasty.

Wujo Satoru stepped forward and stepped on the back of the gunman, and slowly circled around and launched a provocation–

“Money, power, desire, loyalty, depravity, life, death.

He opened his hands.

sound

From the slump of “juvenile”, it has climbed step by step to the highest attitude of “life”.

What a great night!”

The voice of climbing to the top leaked out, making people feel that he was satisfied, happy and unfinished.

At this moment, he is more villain than villain. He took the wrong script, but devoted himself to a classic scene.

a long time.

With the slow exhalation, the white box spewed out from the blood-red body of the boy, and the blood in the meridians burst out.

Mystery · By God

In this state, Wujo Satoru’s heart has become a v12 engine, squeezing his own body 300%, just for a hearty fight.

The battle is imminent.

Those who were stared at by Wutiao Wutiao’s blood-colored pupils couldn’t help but lean back as if they were being watched by Gu Long.

The human survival instinct frantically stimulates the brain to send out escape signals.

but–

The body told them it was futile.

so–

The only option left is “Fight for Life”.

In the face of death, people often burst out with great potential, such as a flash in the summer.

The survivors rushed up and attacked the red monster with guns, water, knives, and even teeth.

and

The latter also roared and let out an uncharacteristically happy laugh, tearing open, shredding, and smashing the toys that came up one by one.

There is no magic light, no firearms smoke, only pure fighting.

Gojo Satoru was having fun.

This endless hell, wrapped in honey, has always given him–

In addition to the fetters like the moon in the well, there is more pressure.

He needs to vent regularly.

and

Carnal desire, he always has.

Killing, but less.

The people in black who rushed up seemed to jump into the mixer.

The stump, the broken arm and a large amount of thick blood danced and danced under the rolling of the blade.

In the center of the slaughterhouse, the blood-colored figure incarnated as a butcher happily reveled in the 940.

Blood soaked in the gaps in the marble, staining the white walls red.

This place is simply hell on earth.

Unforgettable in a lifetime.

living person–

Even with eyes closed, the sound of cracking skull, breaking of hand bones, tearing of flesh and skin, and the sound of body being smashed could not stop in my ears.

This is a lullaby for hell.

and

The squeak of the “monster” is a gentle hum on the tune.

until

In the end everything stopped.

In less than two minutes, there was no one else in the hall.

mottled moonlight

through

Bullet holes in the wall wine all over the devil’s body.

Wujo Satoru dragged a bottle of blood-stained champagne, walked in the bloody Wang Yang, and took it up the mountain made of corpses.

Wow!

The cork was bitten off.

dense bubbles.

Above the mountain peak, it was lifted up.

The blood-colored youth stared at the overflowing wine bottle, held it high, and circled the whole circle, as if to show his masterpiece.

The reddish liquor slipped from the bottom of the bottle, with an aroma of rust.

This picture of hell is fixed.

PS:

Senior year, busy with graduation in the past few months, the update really broke down.

Sorry!

If there are any typos or sentences that are not smooth, remember to point them out in the comment area!

I will correct it as soon as possible.

thanks!