Single Dog Ending System

In fact, the dual personality Qin Lang proposed was not just for pretending, but for the ghost attack who didn't know where to sleep.

According to the original description, Lu Yuan experienced a deep palace to seize the heirs before his death. He lived in dark calculations since he was a child, was betrayed and betrayed, so he rebelled, killed his brother and killed his father, and after ascending the throne, he even executed the nine clans for disagreement. , A few days after he ascended the throne, the blood flowed into rivers. He was cast aside by all the people, and he has been defiled for thousands of years. Such a character who is pure black and pure villain no matter what, would he really like a coward who didn't even dare to resist his stepmother and younger brother who persecuted him?

Obviously not. Like in the original text, probably just want to sleep with him.

And the switching of dual personalities will make the ghost boss find it interesting to some extent. As for whether he can be sincere or not, everything has to be determined by Qin Lang first. If not, he doesn't mind giving up the world.

Qin Lang wiped clean all the magic tools passed to him by the original master's grandfather, took another pile of yellow paper, and drew a few talismans with different functions. After the work, it was completely dark.

The cold wind was still blowing, and the sound of the banyan tree in the small courtyard was even louder.

Qin Lang frowned and put the small jade pen in the pen case and put it in his trousers pocket. He took out the piece of jade that he had been wearing around his neck and looked at the light. The jade body was white, crystal clear, and warm to the touch. This piece of jade is the ancestral treasure of their sect—the sect famous for its ghost control technique, naturally has a powerful defensive magic weapon. With this piece of Qinglan jade, even the most powerful ghosts can't take their lives directly, and at the same time, it also prevents the reared ghosts from attacking their masters.

This is also the reason why the original owner lived in this ghost courtyard for half a year and is still safe and sound.

However, I heard from the female ghost just now that the old ghost who was here has never been able to eat the original owner, and has moved two days ago. Then why is the Yin Qi in this courtyard still so heavy?

Qin Lang looked at the lush banyan tree in the courtyard through the window of the study. He watched quietly. If there were no dazzling eyes, the trunk of the banyan tree was slowly turning, just like a human being turns his head. It's just that its movements are extremely slow, and if you don't look carefully, you can't find it at all.

Tsk tsk, Qin Lang shook his head, he admired the original owner a little, how could he survive in this environment?

Qin Lang retracted his gaze, reopened his grandfather's treasure chest, and chose a dagger that looked a little low. The dagger didn't look sharp, Qin Lang touched the blade, it was very blunt, and it was engraved with dense runes, which was ugly.

After Qin Lang disliked it, he put on his down jacket and changed his shoes, stood in the courtyard where the cold wind was howling, and looked at the banyan tree quietly. When the banyan tree sensed someone was approaching, it disguised itself as an ordinary tree. Qin Lang rubbed his hands and walked around the banyan tree.

right here!

Qin Lang put his cold hands into the pockets of his down jacket, stepped on the flower bed as if casually, and looked at the ghost banyan closely. Curious looks like a child.

The wind was blowing, and just when the roots of the ghost banyan spread underground broke out to strangle Qin Lang, Qin Lang jumped lightly, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed the nodule on the trunk of the tree. The tree tumor let out a shrill scream, and the surface that was originally the bark slowly turned into a human face, a hideous and twisted human face.

Countless black tree roots danced wildly in this winter night, as if they were greatly stimulated, or more like twitching with extreme pain.

Qin Lang pulled the dagger out. Dark red blood and black thick unknown liquid flowed out from the wound on the face of the tree trunk. Qin Lang quickly jumped out and covered his mouth and nose.

It stinks! Not knowing how many carrion corpses were buried under this tree, Qin Lang couldn't take it anymore and let the system open the shield.

The man's face was about to split, he endured the severe pain and rolled up all the vines again and attacked Qin Lang. Qin Lang stood still, stretched out his hand and waved out a talisman paper, which was stuck on the vine and suddenly ignited.

The fire was swift and violent, and dozens of vines burned together, and soon burned to the banyan tree.

If Qin Lang hadn't blocked his sense of smell, he could probably smell the burning animal hair in the air—the tree vines were basically made of human hair.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and the strange screams were louder. Qin Lang didn't care about the tree, but walked towards the entrance of the courtyard, pasted a talisman on the gate, and then put his hands in his pockets again, watching with interest that this sturdy banyan tree was burnt to ashes in a short period of time. .

"It stinks! What does it smell?"

"That's right? Whose stuff is dead? Why is it so stinky!"

"Nima, who is making the secret recipe for stinky tofu? It's killing people!"

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The street closer to the small courtyard was shouting one after another, and they were all scolding the black-hearted businessman who made the secret recipe for stinky tofu and had no morals. No one saw the fire in the small courtyard, and no one heard the wailing ghosts.

Except... the wandering ghosts at the end of the street were trembling in a group, and one of them was a female ghost in white who shook the most.

"It's so scary! Woohoo... Ghost Rong in Fang's yard was killed."

"Gui Rong screamed so miserably, that person is too cruel!"

"Don't go near there in the future, you will be burnt to ashes by accident..."

The next day, the weather was clear and the weather in Y City, which had been cloudy for a week, finally ushered in the warm winter sun.

There were no strange things and no loud noises, and Qin Lang had a good night's sleep.

He got up to wash, and looked at himself in the mirror carefully. After finishing the things in the yard last night, Qin Lang ate and took a shower and went to sleep. He didn't have time to see what he looked like.

The hair on the forehead is slightly longer, which covers the forehead and even obstructs the vision a bit. Qin Lang lifted his hair and revealed his face completely. This is a small baby face, with two cute pear vortexes when he smiles, and big eyes with double eyelids. He is a cute boy. It's just that the skin is too pale and looks a little gloomy and malnourished.

Qin Lang's C-level potion was still effective. He lowered his forehead hair and slightly adjusted the original owner's temperament. The original gloomy and lifeless appearance became introverted and shy, and the whole person seemed calm and slightly soft. The standard lamb type that wants to be bullied to cry at a glance.

He switched to the second personality again, his sharp eyebrows swept to the mirror, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, the corners of his lips pressed down, and the whole body exuded "I'm not easy to mess with". Like a lonely little wolf.

Qin Lang was very satisfied. He put on a scarf and walked out of the courtyard, bought a breakfast from a vending machine on the road, lowered his head while eating and walked towards the art building.

Today's class representatives will receive yesterday's homework, which is a basic sketch of portraits. After finishing the painting, they will start a pair of oil paintings, and they are required to hand them over to the professor before the holiday this week. The professor finally looked at oil paintings, so if he thought he was great, of course he didn't bother to paint the basics.

For example, the mighty Qin Yang.

Qin Lang usually comes to the studio very early, because the fewer people there are, the less nervous he will be. But today when he went to the studio, there were already a dozen people in the classroom, and he didn't know what they were talking about. He could hear bursts of laughter in the corridor.

Qin Lang pursed his lips and chose the back door. His easel was in the rearmost corner of the back door. He buried his head, took a deep breath and quickly returned to his position, and he took a long breath while sitting on the chair.

Qin Yang sits in the middle of the classroom, next to Xie Hua. When he saw Qin Lang, he snorted lightly, and continued the conversation he had just said with Xihua: "How about this Saturday night?"

Xie Hua was a little hesitant, but it was not difficult to see her excitement between her brows: "Are you really going?"

Without waiting for Qin Yang's aggressive approach, the girl by the window who was frightened by Qin Lang yesterday whispered, "Qianqian, that's the road of Yin and Yang, let's not go..."

Xihua glared at her dissatisfied: "Qingyang Road, okay? What are you afraid of, aren't there Qin Yang and the others? Just take a look, and then we'll go to KTV to play."

A few boys who were friends with Qin Yang immediately raised their chests, as if they were envoys.

Xu Qianqian has many suitors. In addition to being pretty and a little arrogant, her biggest hobby is to like ghosts, tell ghost stories, read horror novels, and even play ghost games. Now, she wants to go to Y City to be famous haunted house adventure.

Qin Lang turned a deaf ear to the group's plan to kill. He took a pen and quickly drew a draft.

Xihua and Qin Yang had a lively chat on the weekend entertainment show, and more and more classmates in the studio, some of them were interested in their plans, but they directly refused others to participate. , After all, Qin Yang is not very easy to mess with.

The last classmate in the studio also came. He looked left and right. His classmate's easel toolbox was in a mess, and there was only an open space around Qin Lang.

Qin Lang felt that someone suddenly approached him within a two-meter radius, and his body immediately tensed up, his lips pursed tightly. He secretly glanced at it, it was a boy, and he had no sense of presence in the class. The boy's name is Zhang Ping, and he is a good buddy of the original Gong Yangyan. He is carefree and a little silly when he smiles.

Realizing that this classmate was only painting near him, Qin Lang slowly relaxed his body and was no longer so nervous. There was always chatter in the studio. Xu Qianqian started the daily ghost story again; some didn't like the supernatural and started to plug in the earphones to listen to the song; some of the paintings were not smooth, and frowned and looked at their paintings from a distance; some were just laughing and playing, and the studio was the same as usual. ,nothing special.

"What are you painting? Banyan tree?" Suddenly, a voice exploded in Qin Lang's ear.

Qin Lang reflexively stayed away from the voice, he painted carefully, not noticing that Zhang Ping stretched his long legs and stretched his neck to look at his painting.

"Well..." Qin Lang had a good impression of this big boy who had never looked at him in a strange way, so he added two rare words, "Yes... it's Ghost Rong."

"Ghost Rong?" Zhang Ping opened his eyes slightly, as if it was the first time he heard it. He was a little curious. He moved a chair towards Qin Lang and pointed at the hideous face on the tree trunk, "This is a ghost. ?"

Qin Lang and Zhang Ping kept a safe distance and nodded.

Zhang Ping touched his chin, and pointed at the vines that were showing their teeth and claws, "This is its weapon? Ah, the setting is more in line with the anime, I'm afraid it's a bit distorted to draw with oil..."

Qin Yang and Xu Qianqian were chatting happily when they suddenly saw Zhang Ping and his foolish brother getting very close. Oh, can you still chat with people? Are you sick?

"Qin Lang." Qin Yang shouted suddenly, his voice full of malice.

Qin Lang held the paintbrush tightly and looked up at him with a pale face, "What... what?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, "Go to Yinyang Road with us on Saturday?"

Qin Lang bit his lip, of course he didn't want to agree, but when he looked at Qin Yang again, the other party gave him a warning look, as if saying, "If you dare not obey, I will tell the classmates that you are mentally ill."

The paintbrush in his hand was held so hard by him that it seemed that it would break in the next moment. Zhang Ping frowned at the two brothers, did not speak, and silently returned to his position.

"Okay..." Qin Lang suddenly thought that he had Qing Lanyu on him. Even if he really met something, he would be fine, but Qin Yang and Xu Qianqian were different. They always bullied him and laughed at him. Since they had to die, he didn't want to stop him.

However, it turned out that he was thinking too simple after all.