Chương 885: My Canvas Broke

A heart raced, and the sound of beating came from the chest. It was cold, painful, and hard to breathe. The mouth opened, and the smell of blood was solidly stuck in the throat. "This is the memory I've lost? This is the taste of memory?"

Voices like this echoed around the school. Broken monsters came out from all corners of the school. Their eyes were filled with venom as they cried and roared. The mirror that loomed over the school had more cracks. As more students regained their memory, the mirror got more out of control.

The mirror was made from the students' memories and consciousness. A human's negative emotion and forgotten memories became the ghosts' power behind the door, and it was them who made up the school's consciousness, something that was beyond a Red Specter. The school's consciousness had been protecting the school, but that day, due to Chang Wenyu's betrayal and many other reasons, it suffered unprecedented damage.