Chapter 118

Ada Wood's optic nerve is stimulated by the same color as blood on the wall.

She's going insane, spraying the wall and giggling at the same time.

Perhaps she felt that the red color was not appealing enough.

She stroked her arm with a jagged chunk of aluminum can she had picked up from the ground. Her white arm was covered in scarlet blood.

He painted on the wall with his own blood on a brush.

From a flower bone blossom into a murderous flower, one after another captivating rose, in her pen shape, as if alive.

Viola Turner also scooped up the pieces of the can Ada Wood had just used and stroked her arm hard.

"If you don't have enough, use mine,"

he added, reaching out to Ada Wood. Two people's blood blended together on the wall, forming lovely roses one after the other.

The sky is a red painted background, and beneath it is a flower painted with two people's blood. She drew till there was no more blood coming out of her arms.

There is still one corner left.

Perhaps this blank