Seeing the sudden change in Lu Yuan's face, Qin Lang hurriedly stood up, grabbed Lu Yuan's hand before he rolled up the tornado and demolished the entire building, and went straight to the toilet.

"Don't be angry!" No one was in the toilet, Qin Lang hurriedly touched his pocket, took out a small piece of 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 "..." When you are angry, you will want to kill people, and you will want to kill people madly. This is the nature of the Specter.

The dry explanation was at a loss, and the ill-spoken little Aries was in a hurry.

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, swept across the light-white fingers holding the chocolate, and suddenly smiled, and said, "Okay, I won't kill him. This is food? Can the master feed me?"

Qin Lang looked at Lu Yuan's top-notch face, two blushing blushed on his cheeks, he looked at the chocolate in his hand, there was wrapping paper on it, and Lu Yuan really didn't know how to eat it. So he withdrew his hand, tore open the package, took out the complete chocolate block, and handed it to Lu Yuan, "white chocolate, sweet..."

Before the "sweet" ending had dissipated, Lu Yuan held Qin Lang's thin wrist and lifted it up. He lowered his head and ate the whole piece of chocolate into his mouth, licking Qin Lang's finger holding the sugar with his cold tongue. .

Qin Lang's face turned red now, he pulled his hand but didn't move.

The chocolate melted in his mouth, and Lu Yuan didn't taste the slightest bit. There was no yang food that had been processed in a special way. These yin ghosts had no taste at all. Qin Lang obviously forgot about this.

On the contrary, the little white sheep's soft white fingers seemed to have a sweet taste when licked, just like his blood, with a fruity aroma, like strawberries. Thinking of this, Lu Yuan's tongue swept across his teeth, and then bit Qin Lang's finger without hesitation, successfully tasting the delicious blood again.

"Hi..." Qin Lang shrank reflexively, but the hand that was still trying to pull it back didn't move. It seemed that it didn't matter if he exchanged a little blood for his classmate's life.

Lu Yuan is very satisfied with Qin Lang's attitude. He knows how delicious and powerful the blood is. If it can be inexhaustible in the future... Lu Yuan licked Qin Lang's finger, and the wound healed without leaving any traces. .

Qin Lang's wrist was still being grabbed by Lu Yuan. He was still blushing and whispered, "But... can you?"

Lu Yuan's pale face had a hint of nightmare foot, and a drop of Heavenly Blood would make him feel full, not to mention he sucked it several times.

"Wait," his cold and soft lips touched Qin Lang's fingers again, but instead of biting, he gently kissed, but it was not an ordinary kiss. After sucking it out, he let go of Qin Lang and said gently to Qin Lang, "Okay."

Qin Lang's face was red when he came back from a trip. Zhang Ping felt that what happened to Qin Lang over the weekend was too much. Now he came over with his head down and tried his best to shrink himself into a small ball so as not to obstruct the sight of others. , it seemed more and more weak and pitiful and helpless.

"Are you alright? You blushed, do you have a fever?" Zhang Ping lightened his usual slightly loud voice. Seeing Qin Lang shaking his head and sitting back in the chair, he felt a little hated that iron was not steel, so he also sat back to Qin Lang. Beside me, "Why don't you tell others? They bully you like that!"

Qin Lang glanced at him, pursed his lips, drew another chair to his left, let Lu Yuan sit here, and then took out his mobile phone and started playing the game just like before.

Hey! This **** kid! Zhang Ping looked at Qin Lang as a coward, and didn't set off when he was angry. He suddenly understood a word, poor people must have something to hate. Zhang Ping hated Qin Lang for being cowardly and not knowing how to protect himself.

Tsk, forget it, it's not a minor.

"Anyway, how careful you are, don't go anywhere with them anymore." Zhang Ping scratched his hair and pulled away from Qin Lang, the sound of the chair scraping the ground was not pleasant.

Qin Lang demonstrated the basic game to the boss. The boss of the basic game said that he had understood it. 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 cute hand was very interesting, so he calmly Play on your phone.

Qin Lang watched a large cloud of black air get into his mobile phone, and then the start screen on the screen automatically started without any operation, and he was still a little uncomfortable.

To prevent others from seeing, Qin Lang put his mobile phone in his pocket, and then went to see the unfortunate student Zhang, who had been touched by the gangster's black anger.

Zhang Ping naturally noticed Qin Lang's eyes, and sat upright. Zhang, who had done enough to act as a messenger of justice for his classmates, suddenly heard Qin Lang hesitate to say: "You may have a **** disaster recently."

Zhang Ping had a dirty word in his heart and almost burst out, but he held back after seeing Qin Lang's serious expression.

Qin Lang took out his pocket and took out a crumpled yellow paper. On the yellow paper there were red letters that were so ugly and incomprehensible. It has become a standard triangle, just like the life-saving charms that are sold outside for 100 yuan. Finally, he handed it to Zhang Ping.

Zhang Ping's expression is complicated, but the poor little guy is still a magician? Is it because of this that he was rejected and bullied by Qin Yang's group?

"If you encounter a beggar begging you between eight and nine o'clock in the next three days, you'd better give 100 yuan." Qin Lang added, and then it was over, because Professor Tan came.

One hundred yuan turned out to be for beggars? Will beggars be accomplices? Qin Lang doesn't seem like someone who lacks this hundred yuan. Zhang Ping held the yellow triangle, and his expression became more complicated.

He remembered that he overheard Xu Qianqian and the others' conversation about the previous two nights in the stairwell before class. But they are angry at their behavior of leaving Qin Lang to run away alone. Is there a degree of bullying? What if there are no ghosts in that room but some kind of perverted murderer?

Alas, Qin Lang is a little miserable. Zhang Ping put away the swear words and the slightly ironic words like "you can tell fortunes", together with the triangle.

Professor Tan's face is not very good-looking. The male **** who was originally in the school for the female teachers and students of the school to think about, suddenly got involved with a third-rate female star who always attracts attention with see-through clothes and the like, and then was suspected of having a messy private life. , no one is in a good mood.

He walked in the studio impatiently, and the works drawn by the impetuous students were also impetuous, which 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. Directly: "Whoever is more confident in his own works raises his hand."

Qin Lang, who was still waiting for the professor to go to the innermost place to see his works, shrank himself even further when he heard the words. When Tan Qing said this, Qin Lang did not dare to raise his hand. It's okay to be a professor alone, but every time he makes a comment, the whole class is basically watching from behind. How could he stand the gaze and approach of so many people?

Zhang Ping saw Qin Lang's small movements in his eyes, and was speechless again. He guessed that Qin Lang was very introverted and didn't like too many people. Although he wanted to get comments from the teacher, he didn't dare to raise his hand. So he got up, moved Qin Lang's easel to his place, and raised his hand.

Qin Lang is not stupid, he reacted after a moment of surprise, and then moved to the corner to make room for the classmates who came here for a while.

The young professor has been teaching for a few years. His voice can easily reach every corner of the studio. Qin Lang naturally heard Tan Qing's comment - "Yes, the painting is alive, and the painting is very dead."

When the painting is alive, it means that the vines of the ghost banyan are swaying wildly; when the painting is dead, it means that the ghost banyan feels lifeless, and the more you look at it, the more frightening you feel, as if you will be suffocated by those vines. The classmates who watched the paintings in the back basically understood it, but they didn't want to see more of Qin Lang's paintings, because the paintings gave people a very depressed feeling, not sunny at all, but just fear and powerlessness.

"It's very talented, but the painting is too dark, try to paint some beautiful things with sunshine." Tan Qing taught them for half a year, and he could see who the painting belonged to at a glance. And know that the child's life is not good. He kindly reminded the teacher that he would not continue to talk about it. He only taught painting, not psychology.

Xu Qianqian found Qin Lang in the corner as she listened to her eyes, and she knew who this painting belonged to at a glance. The ghost banyan in the painting is as if in front of the person watching the painting, making people fear and tremble. Xu Qianqian looked very uncomfortable. On the one hand, she was jealous of Qin Lang's talent, and on the other hand, she felt that the experience of the past two days had made her a little bit of a war.

Such a terrifying painting should not have been painted!

Ruined the painting! Ruined the painting! No need to be afraid anymore! Xu Qianqian repeated these words back and forth in her heart.

Today's class is the only one, Qin Lang waited until all the classmates had gone out before cleaning up. Lu Yuan played a class game and felt a little novel. 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 to help?"

Qin Lang looked at the painting and shook his head. He's not a ghost hunter now, and he doesn't want to care about that. Anyway, the things in the painting have no intention of hurting people for the time being.

Lu Yuan smiled and left the school with Qin Lang. He didn't tell Qin Lang that it was because he came today that the things in the painting seemed so quiet. In the studio today, a total of seven people are haunted by ghosts. If anyone touches the painting, it will be fun.

Their studios are generally not locked during the day. After all, most of them choose to major in oil painting, and most of them still like to paint. From time to time, students will come to the studio, so anyone can come to the studio before 6 pm.

Xu Qianqian wanted to destroy the painting, but she didn't plan to go alone. Instead, she called Qin Yang and the other five, and deliberately chose to return to the studio at 12 noon. There are many people, and it is the most prosperous moment of yang, so there should be no danger.

"You said, could Qin Lang's guy deliberately scare us?" As they walked, they analyzed a series of experiences from the night before.

"Tsk, when you say that, I feel like it too. There may be no ghosts at all. Qin Lang knew we wanted to trick him, so he pretended to be haunted by ghosts."

"Yes! We already said that we were going to that room, so there may have been instruments set up around, fog, wind, and those ghost sounds..."

"The more I think about it, the more I feel like it... Otherwise, how could he still come out alive? He even called the police! He clearly directed and acted, and turned against us!"

"It's so simple, it's very scheming! Thinking about how we sat like fools all night and got angry."

Xu Qianqian frowned, "Then I saw him like that in the hospital, how should I explain it?"

"It's pretending! I must have found you. Doesn't he have a hospital bed? Tools, etc., must have been prepared long ago."

"Well..." Xu Qianqian responded and shook her head again. They had never seen it with their own eyes, so they couldn't feel the weirdness.

The group went to the studio after talking, and then gathered around Qin Lang's painting. The discussion just now made their faces filled with the anger of being fooled, and the girl who was the most frightened picked up the pencil sharpener in Qin Lang's drawing kit and gave a sly smile: "Thanks we were still thinking about it at the time. Go back to save him, and we are so rude! Scratch his paintings, let him teach him a lesson!"

Several people responded fiercely. The girls felt that this method relieved their anger, and the male voices clenched their fists, planning to have an in-depth exchange with Qin Lang next. Especially Qin Yang, he has even talked about where to contain.

However, the flames of their excited revenge plan had just flourished, but they were interrupted by screams 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 she suddenly found that the painting was intact in an instant, but her body suddenly burst out. More than a dozen bloodstains, the blood spurted out, all of them were sprayed on the painting, and some were sprayed on the faces and clothes of other people who were still discussing the plan with enthusiasm.

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 was that they couldn't close their eyes because of the shock, so they watched the blood sprayed on the painting disappear. However, the ghost banyan in the painting is luxuriant in the next second, and the vines are soaring. It seems to be about to burst out of the canvas.

They knew very well that the blood did not disappear, but was used as nourishment by the painting and drank it!

"Ah, ah ..." Screaming Qi sounded, five people hung on the face of extremely frightened expression, they ran in the door, but they could be originally open, but they will step out. The studio closed mercilessly for a moment.

Xu Qianqian, who fell behind, quickly calmed down. She glanced at the bright sunlight outside the window and exclaimed, "Go! Go to the window, there is the sun, generally this kind of thing must be afraid of the sun!"

They had been listening to Xu Qianqian for the past two days, and the door couldn't be opened, so they rushed to the window as fast as they could. As soon as the warm temperature of the sun shone on them, the gloom and cold in the studio suddenly decreased a lot, and the panic was slightly calmed down by two points.

Unfortunately, it was only a few seconds. The man running at the front did not hold back his speed. The originally closed window suddenly opened as if to welcome him. His pupils contracted. With a "bang", blood exploded on the ground downstairs. There were screams all around.

Xu Qianqian and Qin Yang were saved. And the girl lying in front of the painting, the school doctor and teacher who came, wanted to carry her on a stretcher to the hospital for treatment, but just supported her arm and exerted a little force, her hand was easily torn off , the broken part is still connected to the flesh and blood, the blood is blurred, and it is impossible to see how the bones are broken.

Warm blood filled the school doctor's face. Everyone was stunned on the spot.