Horror Game Designer

Chapter 137: Art

Xia Yang was as dangerous as Situ An, but his death portrait was so powerful that Gao Ming was unwilling to give him up. A painter with a fatal illness used the death portrait gifted to him by the shadow world and became the leader of all the players in the age of tragedy. Xia Yangs dramatic life was perfect for a movie. No one could really understand Xia Yang or guess his thoughts. His many actions were incomprehensible. For example, when he found out Gao Ming had seen many futures and decided to kill him, his choice was to have himself combined with the death portrait in a manner that none of the future timelines had seen. That way, no matter which future timeline it was, it wouldnt come into realisation.

Gao Ming couldnt kill someone who was already dead. Xia Yang couldnt kill Gao Ming but used a different method to replace him.

Hes incredibly talented but ignored by the world. He is always peaceful and gentle but has been hunting human beings in the dark. He has a fatal illness and is not long for this world, but he never surrenders to fate. Interacting with someone so complicated is like dancing on the tip of the knife. Gao Ming was thinking about something else. It was like someone was controlling the pencil he held, and soon, a painting was completed.

Gao Ming looked down and realised that he hadnt drawn any of the five paintings. As if to taunt the art teacher, he drew a sixth painting. In the classroom, all the students from Class 13 were killed except for Gao Ming.

Every other students attention was pulled to the canvas. Their souls looked like they had been pulled into the canvases. The strange and ugly clock on the wall expressed the passage of time. With each passing minute, the blood in the art room thickened.

Blood stain spread. Red paint dripped everywhere. The laughter from the taboo zone next door became shriller. The minute hand froze at the 29th minute. The students woke up from their daze. They looked at the classroom that turned red. The anxiety and fear in their eyes amplified.

Wait! This is not Room 2103. Look at the notice on the wall! This is Room 2104, the art classroom! Ol Cao, who sat near the door, said in fear. When did we enter the taboo zone?

Everyone was so absorbed in their paintings that no one knew how they got there.

Its the painting. When we were painting, our mind and consciousness were directed by the art teacher to enter her resentment room. Zuo Juns expression had never lightened since he rejoined the class. His classmates were so unlucky, and they refused to listen to him.

Resentment room? Xi San scratched his chin. What is that?

Zuo Jun frowned even deeper.

The bloodred paint dripped on their clothes. It bloomed like flowers on their school uniforms.

Everyone, I have to congratulate you because the majority of you have cleverly made the right choice. However, I have to inform you of some bad news. Actually, both the fourth and fifth paintings were made by the killer. The art teachers voice came from every canvas. It shocked many students.

In that case, didnt that mean we made the right choice? Xi San suddenly felt better.

The two paintings were drawn by two killers. One of them could be a victim too because one of them killed the other. The art teacher seemed to enjoy telling this story. This might be her personal experience. Which painting is made by the real, final killer? The choice is yours.

Some of the students were still confused, but Gao Ming, Zuo Jun, Wang Jie and the rest were already on alert.

The art teachers meaning was to have the students who chose the fourth and fifth paintings kill one another! The surviving party would be the killer, and the dead party would be the victim.

What are you waiting for? Harming your friends so that you can survive. Isnt that what you do best? The art teacher mocked. Hurry up. Use your friends blood to create a new painting. Make my 2104 artroom even redder!

The red paint fell like rain. The art teachers voice became sharper and scarier. You still have one minute left. If you dont make a choice, all of you will die here!

Paintings of red faces appeared on the walls. They looked so real, like real people had been embedded into the walls.

What should we do? Xi San was 1.8 metres tall, but he fidgeted between Wang Jie and Du Bai. His roommates drew the fourth painting, and he drew the fifth painting. We dont need to listen to her, right? Why dont we escape?

Escape? Resentment rooms are places where big ghosts die. Without its permission, no one can escape. Zuo Jun silently reached into his uniform. The centre uniform came with special blades.

No one can leave the classroom before the art is completed. The art teachers voice came from the paintings. Every student in every painting cried blood tears. It looked scary and absurd. If you want to protect more people, you can put it to a vote. Majority wins. Isnt that what you normally abide by?

The art teacher made sense. The students looked at one another, but no one dared to be the first to speak.

Do we really need to do this? When Xi San noticed the change in Wang Jies gaze, he ran towards the backroom. He wanted to open it.

Dont waste your energy. Zuo Jun knew resentment rooms well. The big ghost wouldnt let them go so easily.

Xi San pushed open the door easily. Everyone, including the art teacher and Xi San, was stunned.

Did the big ghost forget to lock the door? A crazy thought surfaced in Zuo Juns mind. Then, he saw the students rush to leave the artroom like crazy. Everyone left the artroom, but when they saw the situation outside the door, they were confused.

It was not the school corridor outside the artroom but the inside of a bungalow. The bungalow was spacious. It had two floors and many rooms. There was red paint everywhere.

Another resentment room? Zuo Jun examined the spot where the two rooms overlapped. The red paint melted together. The human faces inside Room 2104 gradually disappeared as they were painted over.

Gao Ming, who was among the crowd, was very nervous. He was very familiar with this bungalow. This was Xia Yangs bungalow, the place where he died!