Chapter 52 - Story of the little coward who contracted the ghost 8
Chapter 52 - Story of the little coward who contracted the ghost 8
Seeing that Lu Yuan’s face suddenly changed, Qin Lang hurriedly stood up and grabbed Lu Yuan’s hand before Lu Yuan rolled up a tornado and demolished the entire building. Then they went straight to the toilet.
“Don’t be angry!” No one was in the toilet. Qin Lang hurriedly touched his pockets and took out a small chocolate and handed it to the boss, “he…he can’t see you, so…don’t be angry. It’s not good to be angry…” If he’s angry, he would want to kill, kill like crazy. This is the nature of the ghost.
The dry explanation came out helpless, the little sheep that was not good at talking turned around in a hurry.
Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. Sweeping the white fingers holding the chocolate, he suddenly smiled and said: “Okay, I won’t kill him. Is this food? Master, can you feed me?”
Qin Lang looked at Lu Yuan’s top-notch face, two blushes rose on his cheeks. He looked at the chocolate in his hand, still wrapped in paper. Lu Yuan really didn’t know how to eat. He withdrew his hand, tore open the wrapper, took out the whole chocolate block, and handed it to Lu Yuan, “White chocolate…sweet…”
That ‘sweet’ thing has not finished, Lu Yuan grabbed Qin Lang’s thin wrist and lifted it up. He lowered his head and took the whole piece of chocolate into his mouth. His cold tongue licked Qin Lang’s fingers holding the candy.
Qin Lang’s face turned red now. He pulled his hand but didn’t budge.
The chocolate melted in his mouth but Lu Yuan didn’t taste it the slightest bit. He hasn’t gone through a special method to eat the food. Ghosts have no taste whatsoever, Qin Lang has obviously forgotten about this.
On the contrary, the soft white fingers of the little white sheep seemed to have a sweet taste when he licked, like his blood with a fruity scent that was like strawberries. Thinking about this, Lu Yuan’s tongue swept his teeth, then he bit Qin Lang’s finger without hesitation, successfully taste those delicious blood again.
“Hiss…” Qin Lang shrank reflexively. His hand that was still trying to pull back still didn’t budge. Exchange a little blood for a classmate’s life, it is not a big deal.
Lu Yuan was very satisfied with Qin Lang’s attitude. How delicious and powerful is the heavenly blood, he knows it. If he can get it in the future…Lu Yuan licked Qin Lang’s fingers, healing his wound leaving no trace left.
Qin Lang’s wirst was still grabbed by Lu Yuan. He was still blushing and whispered: “That…is it alright?”
Lu Yuan’s pale face shows that it was enough. A drop of blood makes him full and now he has sucked a few times.
“Wait,” his cold and soft lips touched Qin Lang’s fingers again. He just didn’t bite it but kissed it gently. It’s not just an ordinary kiss though. He sucked out the evil qi that had just accidentally entered from the wound. Only after that did he let Qin Lang go and gently say to Qin Lang, “All right.”
Qin Lang’s face was red when he came back from the trip. Zhang Ping felt that what happened to Qin Lang over the weekend was too much. Now he lowered his head and walked over, trying to shrink himself into a small ball so that he doesn’t obstruct others’ sight. He looked weaker and more helpless.
“Are you okay? Your face is red, do you have a fever?” Zhang Ping softened his usual slightly loud voice. Seeing Qin Lang shaking his head and sitting back on the chair, he also hated a little that iron was not steel1Resenting someone for failing to meet expectations and impatient to see improvement. He also sat back next to Qin Lang, “Why didn’t you tell others? They bully you so much!”
Qin Lang glanced at him, pursed his lips. On his left, he pull another chair for Lu Yuan to sit there. Then, just like before, he took out his phone and clicked on the game and started playing.
Hey! This lousy kid! Zhang Ping looked at Qin Lang’s cowardice, his anger seemed to set off. He suddenly understood the meaning, pathetic people must have something to be despised. Zhang Ping hated Qin Lang for being so cowardly and not knowing how to protect himself.
Gee. Forget it. He’s not fully grown yet.
“Anyway, be careful when doing something. Stop going anywhere with them.” Zhang Ping scratched his hair. He distanced himself from Qin Lang. The sound of chair scraping against the ground was unpleasant.
Qin Lang, who had understood the basic game, demonstrated the basic gameplay to the boss. Lu Yuan was not very happy when he heard such an unpleasant voice at first, but after thinking about it, the toy in the little cutie hand is very interesting. So he calmly went into the phone and played by himself.
Qin Lang watched a large cloud of black qi get into his mobile phone, then the screen automatically started up strangely without any operation. He was a little uncomfortable.
To prevent others from seeing, Qin Lang put the phone in his pockets. Only then did he go to see classmate Zhang, the unfortunate child who had been tainted by the boss’ evil qi.
Zhang Ping naturally noticed Qin Lang’s gaze. Sitting upright, classmate Zhang, who had done enough to act as a messenger of justice for his classmates, suddenly heard Qin Lang saying hesitantly: “You may have a bloody disaster soon.”
Zhang Ping almost spit out the curse words from his heart, but looking at Qin Lang’s serious expression, he held it back.
Qin Lang took out a crumpled yellow piece of paper from his pocket. On the yellow paper, there are red letters that are so ugly and incomprehensible. He folded it into small pieces like onion segments. The crumpled yellow paper becomes a standard triangle. It’s the same as the life-saving charm that those celestial masters sell for 100 yuan a piece. Finally, he handed it to Zhang Ping.
Zhang Ping looked at it complicatedly. This pitiful little one is still a celestial master? Is it because of this that he was rejected and bullied by Qin Yang’s group?
“If in the next three days between 8 and 9 o’clock at night, a beggar begged you, you’d better give them a hundred yuan.” Qin Lang added a sentence. Then it’s over because Professor Tan is here.
One hundred yuan turned out to be for beggars? Could the beggars be his accomplices? Qin Lang doesn’t look like someone who lacks this hundred yuan. Zhang Ping held the yellow triangle, his look became more complicated.
He remembered Xu Qianqian’s conversation about the previous two nights he overheard in the stairwell before class. What ghost eating people, ah, so much nonsense. Zhang Ping didn’t believe it. But he was angry that they left Qin Lang and ran away alone. There is a line to bullying, right? What if there are no ghosts in that room but some kind of perverted murderer?
Ugh. Qin Lang was a little miserable. Zhang Ping put away the swear swords and the slightly ironic words like ‘you can tell fortunes’, together with the triangle.
Professor Tan’s face doesn’t look very good. The male god, who was originally in the school for the female teachers and students of the school to think about, suddenly got into a relationship with a 3rd-tier fable star, who is always so eye-catching with see-through outfits. Then he was suspected of a chaotic private life. No one would be in a good mood.
He walked impatiently into the studio. The work drawn by impetuous students is also impetuous. It made Tan Qing, who was not in a good mood, even more irritable. He walked from the position by the door to the middle of the studio and did not want to continue, he directly said: “Whoever has more confidence in their own works raise your hand.”
Qin Lang, who was still waiting for the professor to go somewhere private before looking at his works, shrank even further when he heard the words. When Tan Qing finished, Qin Lang didn’t dare to raise his hand. It’s okay when the professor is alone but now if he commented, with the whole class basically watching from behind his back, how could he stand the gaze and approach of so many people?
Zhang Ping saw Qin Lang’s small action and was speechless again. He guessed that Qin Lang was too introverted and didn’t like many people. Although he wants to get the teacher’s comments, he dare not raise his hand. So he got up, moved Qin Lang’s easel to his place and raised his hand.
Qin Lang is not stupid either. Immediately after a moment of astonishment, he moved to the corner to make room for students who will be here for a while.
Professor Tan has been teaching for a few years, his talking voice can easily reach every corner of the studio. Qin Lang naturally also heard Tan Qing’s comment — “Good. A painting of life but also death.”
Painting life, he means the vines of the banyan tree ghost that are twisting wildly; Painting death, he means the banyan tree ghost gives people the feeling of death. The more one looks at it, the more frightening they feel, as if they were about to be strangled by those vines. The students, who look at the painting, at the back basically understand it but they don’t want to see more of Qin Lang’s painting. Because the painting gives people a very gloomy feeling. It doesn’t feel warm at all, it was more of fear and powerlessness.
“Very talented. It’s just that it’s too dark. Try painting something warm and beautiful.” Tan Qing taught them for half a year, he naturally can tell who the painting belongs to at a glance. Painting can also reflect the psychological feeling of the artist. It can be seen that this child is not living well. As a teacher, he tells kindly but won’t be talking about it for long. He only taught painting, not psychology.
Xu Qianqian found Qin Lang in the corner after listening. One can tell who this painting belongs to. The banyan tree ghost in the painting seems to be in front of the person looking at the painting. Intimidating and making one tremble. Xu Qianqian looked very uncomfortable. On one hand, she was jealous of Qin Lang’s talent. On the other hand, she felt that the experience of the past two days had made her a little bit terrified.
Such a terrifying painting shouldn’t be drawn!
Ruined the painting! Ruin the painting! Don’t be afraid anymore! Xu Wianwian repeated these words back and forth in her heart.
Today’s class is only this one. Qin Lang waited until all his classmates had gone out before cleaning up. Lu Yuan played the game in the class, feeling a little strange, he stood in front of Qin Lang’s painting. In a good mood, he pointed to the painting and asked Qin Lang: “Master, do you need help to deal with it?”
Qin Lang looked at the painting and shook his head. He’s not a ghost hunter now, he doesn’t want to deal with this. Anyway, the things in the painting have no intention to harm anyone for the time being.
Lu Yuan’s lips curved into a smile and went out of the school with Qin Lang. He didn’t tell Qin Lang that because he came today, the things in the painting had become quiet. In the studio today, a total of seven people are being haunted by ghosts. If any of them touches that painting, that should be fun.
Their studios are generally not locked during the day. After all, those that chose to major in oil painting, most of them like to draw. From time to time, students will come to the studio. So before 6 o’clock in the afternoon, anyone can come to the studio.
Xu Qianqian wanted to destroy the painting but she didn’t plan to go alone. Instead, she called Qin Yang and the other five people. She also deliberately chose to return to the studio at 12 noon. With many people, it was also at the peak of yang energy too, so there shouldn’t be any danger.
“You say, could it be that Qin Lang’s that guy deliberately scares us?” As they walked, they analyzed the series of experiences from the previous night. “Tsk. When you say it, I also feel like that too. There may not be any ghosts at all. Qin Lang knew we wanted to trick him so he pretended to be haunted by ghosts.”
“Right! We had already said that we were going to that house. Therefore, it is also possible that devices have been set up around to make the fog, wind, and those ghost screams…”
“The more I think about it, the more I feel like it…Otherwise, how could he still be alive? Also call the police too! It was obviously self-directed and self-acting. Pranking us!”
“Simply scheming! Thinking about how we sat like fools all night, I’m angry.”
Xu Qianqian frowned, “Then when I saw him like that in the hospital, how do you explain it?”
“Pretend it! He must have seen you. Isn’t his hospital bed there? Using tools or something, he must have been ready long ago.”
“Wu…” Xu Qianqian responded, shaking her head. They have not seen with their own eyes so they couldn’t feel the strangeness.
After talking, the group went to the studio. Then they surrounded Qin Lang’s painting. The discussion just now made each of their faces fill with a fooled anger. The girl, who was most frightened, picked up the pencil sharpener in Qin Lang’s drawing kit with a grim smile: “It’s a shame we were thinking of going back to save him, and that’s how we were treated! Just scratched his painting so he will learn a lesson!”
The others responded fiercely. The girls feel that this method is soothing, the male clenched their fists. They plan to have an in-depth exchange with Qin Lang next. Especially Qin Yang, who is even planning on where to surround him.
However, the flames of their excited revenge plan have just flourished when it was interrupted by a scream after another.
The girl who drew more than ten cuts on the canvas with a knife was about to hand the knife to Xu Qianqian to let her vent, but suddenly found that the painting was still intact. Instead, more than ten bloody wounds suddenly burst out on her body. Her blood spurted out, spraying on the painting and the other’s face and the one, who were discussing enthusiastically on their plans, on their clothes.
The girl had already lost too much blood and went into shock on the spot. The other five people stared blankly at this unprepared scene. The scary thing is, they were too frightened to close their eyes so they watched helplessly as the blood sprayed on the painting disappeared. The banyan tree ghost on the painting seems to be revived the next second. The vines are soaring, as if it is about to burst out of the canvas.
They know very well that the blood is gone and the painting used it as nourishment, it drinks it all!
“Ah ah ah…” screams sounded in unison. All five had expressions of extreme horror on their faces. They ran frantically towards the door, but the door that was still open was ruthlessly closed at the moment when they were about to step out of the studio.
Xu Qianqian, who was behind, quickly calmed down. She glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window and exclaimed: “Go! Go to the window. There is the sun, this kind of thing is generally afraid of the sun!”
They have been listening to Xu Qianqian for the past two days, since the door can’t be knocked open, they all rushed to the window with their fastest speed. As soon as the warm temperature of the sun hits them, the coldness in the studio suddenly seems to decrease. Their flustered moos also calmed down a little.
A pity, it’s only for a few seconds. The man who runs ahead can’t stop his speed. The window that was originally closed suddenly opened as if to welcome his embrace. His pupil contracted, he wanted to stop but it’s too late. In the end, he fell out with a terrified expression. ‘Peng’ sounded. Blood splattered on the ground downstairs with screams all around.
Xu Qianqian, Qin Yang, and the others were saved. As for the girl lying in front of the painting, the school doctor and teacher who came, lifted her to a stretcher and took her to the hospital for treatment. Just by holding her arm with a little force, her arm easily torn off. The flesh was still attached to the broken part, blood spurted, it wasn’t known how her bones were broken.
Warm blood filled the school doctor’s face. Everyone was stunned on the spot.
