Single Dog Ending System

Chapter 47 - Story of the little coward who contracted the ghost 3

In fact, the dual personality Qin Lang proposed was not just for pretending, but for the ghost gong, who they didn’t know where he is now, too.

According to the original description, Lu Yuan experienced a deep palace seizing the throne before his death. He lived in a place with dark schemes since he was a child. He was betrayed, sold out, so he rebelled. He killed his brother and his father. After ascending the throne, he even executed the nine clans because of disagreement. A few days after he ascended the throne, blood flowed into rivers. He was cast aside by all nations with thousands of years of condemnation. Such a character who was pure darkness and a pure villain, would he really like a coward who didn’t even dare to resist his stepmother and younger brother who persecuted him?

Definitely not. Like in the original story, he probably just wants to sleep with him.

But with the switching of two personalities, it will make the ghost boss find it interesting. As for whether he can give his sincerity, everything has to be determined by Qin Lang first. If not, he doesn’t mind giving up the world.

Qin Lang wiped all the magic tools that the original owner’s grandfather handed him. He took another stack of yellow paper and drew a few talismans with different effects. After the work was done, it was completely dark.

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

Qin Lang frowned. He 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 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 so it naturally has a powerful defensive magic weapon. With this piece of Qinglan jade, even the most powerful ghosts couldn’t take their lives directly. At the same time, it also prevents the contracted ghosts from attacking their masters.

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

However, he heard from the female ghost just now that the old ghost who was here, who has never been able to eat the original owner, 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 room. He observed quietly. If there were no bright eyes, but the trunk of the banyan tree was slowly turning, just like a human being slowly turning their head. It’s just that its movements were extremely slow. If one doesn’t look carefully, they wouldn’t see 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 inconspicuous. The dagger doesn’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 once, he put on his down jacket and changed his shoes. He stood in the courtyard where the cold wind was howling, and looked at the banyan tree quietly. When the banyan tree sensed that 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 his down jacket pocket. He stepped on the flower bed casually and looked at the demon banyan tree closely, like a curious little kid.

The wind was blowing. Just when the roots of the demon banyan tree spread underground broke out to strangle Qin Lang, Qin Lang jumped back lightly, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed the nodule on the trunk of the tree. The banyan tree let out a shrill scream, then the surface that was originally the trunk 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 back and covered his mouth and nose.

It stinks! It wasn’t known how many decaying corpses were buried under this tree. Qin Lang couldn’t take it anymore and told the system to activate the shield.

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

The fire was swift and violent. 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 scent of burning 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 getting louder. Qin Lang didn’t care about the tree anymore. He walked back to the entrance of the yard and pasted a talisman on the gate. Then he put his hands in his pockets again, watching with interest how this sturdy banyan tree was burnt to ashes in a short period of time.

“It smells so bad! Why does it smell like that?”

“What’s that? Whose dead thing was here? Why is it so stinky!”

“Fuck. Who tried to make the secret recipe for stinky tofu? They’re killing people!”

…

There was a lot of clamoring from the street closest to the small yard. They were all scolding the black-hearted businessman who made the secret recipe for stinky tofu, who 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 groups. One of them was a female ghost in white, who was shaking the most.

“It’s so scary! Woohoo…The demon banyan tree in the yard was killed.”

“The Banyan ghost screamed so painfully, that person is too cruel!”

“It was burnt to ashes…”

The next day, the weather was clear. 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, Qin Lang slept very well.

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, without having time to see what he looked like.

The hair on his forehead is slightly longer, covering his forehead and even covering his sigh a little. Qin Lang lifted his hair and revealed his face completely. This is a small baby face with two lovely pear vortex dimples when he smiles. He has big eyes with double eyelids. He is a cute boy. It’s just that his skin is too pale, which 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 quiet and shy. His whole person seemed calm and slightly soft. The standard lamb type that others want to bully until he cries at a glance.

He switched to the second personality again. His sharp eyebrows swept across the mirror, his thin lips pursed into a straight line, the corners of his lips pressed down. His whole body exuded ‘I’m not easy to mess with’ all over his body with a sense of distance that strangers should not get close to, like a little lone wolf.

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

The class representatives today will collect yesterday’s homework, which is a basic portrait sketch. After finishing the drawing, they will start oil paintings. They are required to hand them over to the professor before the break this week. If the professor looked at oil paintings and thought it was great, of course he didn’t bother about the basic sketch.

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. He didn’t know what they were talking about but he could hear bursts of laughter while in the corridor.

Qin Lang pursed his lips and chose the back door. His easel was in the back corner, near the back door. He buried his head, took a deep breath and quickly returned to his seat. He took a deep breath and sat on the chair.

Qin Yang sits in the middle of the classroom next to the class belle. When he saw Qin Lang, he snorted lightly and continued the topic just now with the class belle: “How about this Saturday night?”

The class belle hesitated, but it was easy to see her excitement between her brows: “You really want to go?”

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 Yang, let’s not go…”

The class belle glared at her, dissatisfied: “Let’s go to Qingyang Road, okay? What are you afraid of? Isn’t there Qin Yang and the others? Just take a look, and then we’ll go to KTV to play.”

The few boys, who were friends with Qin Yang, immediately stood up with their chest puffed out. Their posture was as if they were the class belle protector.

Xu Qianqian has many suitors. In addition to being pretty and a little proud, her biggest hobby is liking ghosts, telling ghost stories, reading horror novels, and even playing ghost games. Now, she wants to go to Y City famous haunted house for an adventure.

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

The class belle and Qin Yang had a lively chat about the weekend adventure. There are more and more students entering the class, some of them were interested in their plans, but some directly refused to participate. After all, Qin Yang is not very easy to deal with.

The last students in the class finally came. He looked left and right. His classmate’s easel toolbox was in a mess. The only open space left is beside 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 them. It was a boy, who had no sense of presence in the class. The boy’s name is Zhang Ping. He is a good buddy of the original Gong, Yang Yan. He is carefree and a little silly when he smiles.

Realizing that this classmate was only painting near him, Qin Lang’s body slowly relaxed and was no longer so nervous. There will always be chatter in the studio. Xu Qianqian started the daily ghost story again; some didn’t like the supernatural and started to plug in their earphones to listen to the song; some of paintings were not good so they frowned and looked at their paintings from a distance; some were just laughing and playing. 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 moved away from the voice. He was so focused on painting that he didn’t notice Zhang Ping stretching out his long legs and neck to look at his painting.

“Um…” 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 a demon Banyan tree.”

“Demon Banyan tree?” Zhang Ping opened his eyes wide, as if it was the first time he heard it. He was a little curious. He moved his chair towards Qin Lang a little bit, and then pointed to the hideous face on the tree trunk, “Is this a ghost?”

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

Zhang Ping touched his chin and pointed at the vines that were showing their teeth and claws, “Is this its weapon? Ah, the setting is more in line with the anime. It may be a bit distorted to paint it with oil…”

Qin Yang was chatting happily with Xu Qianqian when he suddenly saw Zhang Ping and his stupid brother being very close. Huh. Someone can still chat with him? Are they 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 is it?”

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, “Come with us to Yinyang Road on Saturday?”

Qin Lang bit his lip, of course he didn’t want to agree , but 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, looking at the two brothers. He didn’t speak and silently returned to his seat.

“Okay…” Qin Lang suddenly thought that since he had Qinglan jade with him, even if he met something, he would be fine, but Qin Yang and Xu Qianqian were different. They always bullied him and laughed at him. Since they want to die, he also won’t stop them.

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

T/N: The road was Qingyang Road. Yinyang Road was just referring to the place as haunted/scary/strange.