A week ago...

"Ladies and gentlemen, this semester is coming to an end, please hand in your works, if you don't submit your works today or your works are not good-intentioned, you will be regarded as unqualified and have no credits!"

This is the last art class of the first year at Northern University of the Arts, and Professor Wang is recycling his works.

To be honest, the students in this field are not bad, all of them are relatively good, and one is even more outstanding, that is, Wang Zhihua, who looks the youngest.

This student's work always feels refreshing in terms of how it feels creative, but there is also a big problem.

That's the darkness, it's too dark.

That kind of darkness comes out of her bones, for example, the paintings she painted have never been frontal, they are all full of bloody and oppressive heaviness, which makes people feel that she has been severely abused since she was a child, and even driven by someone else.

For this reason, he had talked to the girl, and she had told herself that she could see the future, and that she would only live until the last day of November, which was today.

This is really ridiculous, he thinks that this woman has a serious mental illness, which makes him feel very uncomfortable, and he really does not want to take such a student, so he plans to expel her.

So, today is her last chance, and if she can hand over a painting of the sunny spot, it will give her a chance.

Instead, it was the last day of her college career.

"This is? ...”

Not surprisingly, the painting she handed in was still this kind of annoying trickery.

But this time it wasn't those things with unknown artistic conceptions, it turned out to be a coffin, a very evil coffin, with a gloomy face on the corpse lying inside, and a very very strange person lying next to it, twisting his head and looking at him with a smirk.

This picture book is terrifying enough, and the most terrifying thing is that the person lying in it is actually Professor Wang.

After just one glance, Professor Wang trembled with fright, and he was about to be dragged into hell.

The painting was thrown out, and Professor Wang yelled angrily: "Wang Zhihua, do you know what you are in, I wanted to give you a chance, it seems that you don't need it, get out!! ”

Zhihua's eyes were blank, and he glanced at him coldly, as if looking at a dead man, and said, "Teacher, at this time tomorrow, you will be lying inside, and only I can save you." ”

"Roll !!"

Professor Wang is a bit out of control.

Zhihua didn't say anything, just sighed lightly, then stood up, turned around and walked out.

She walked out of the door and towards the rooftop.

It was then that a strange black shadow seeped through the crack in the door, followed by a scream of exhaustion.

He may be dead...

.......................

On the roof of the school, the breeze is light and quite comfortable.

A man hangs directly outside the guardrail, playing the favorite game of the scum Hui, while playing with his body and hanging and shaking in the air, if it is placed on Douyin, this is probably the most ecstatic advertisement of this century.

Zhihua painted a black line all over his face: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Life is unsatisfactory, hanging on the southeast branch." Qin Yang glanced at the sky and said sadly.

“.......”

With a thick rope hanging around his neck, hanging from the rooftop on the eleventh floor, the person who is still playing sand attack is probably not the second one in this world.

"I see, Lord Death, don't play anymore." Zhihua exhaled softly.

"Death?"

Qin Yang was startled, and hurriedly cut the rope and crawled back from the outside, a little flustered: "What a god of death, I'm not a god of death, don't talk nonsense, be careful I sue you~!" ”

"I said..., can you be a little more stupid?" Zhihua didn't want to speak.

"You guessed that?" Qin Yang looked at her with a solemn expression.

"Yes, although I know that my painting ability is rudimentary, but I can draw humane things, but I can't draw the end of you and that Wang Yangming, there is only one possibility, that is, neither of you is an ordinary human ghost.

But there are many differences between the two of you, he is the kind of thing that can't sense existence, it seems to be the kind of evil thing that has been abandoned by heaven and earth, and you are different, I can sense you, and I can draw, but most of the paintings are wrong.

So I made a bold guess.

You are protected by the power of heaven and earth, and you are a living person on the surface, but in fact you are either a supreme demon or a god on high. ”

Zhihua is quite calm, as if to say something quite normal.

"Pretty smart, do you know who I am?" Qin Yang asked noncommittally.

"Your identity is not difficult to guess, you have always been in love with the human world, and you will sow seeds in the human world in private, except for the ninth Grim Reaper who created the Black Card Club, there is no one else, and the Ninth Grim Reaper has the same name as you, so you are the Ninth Grim Qin Yang!"

Zhihua looked at Qin Yang quietly, his eyes were very firm, and there was a certain resentment.

Qin Yang lowered his head, and when he looked at his weak heart, he knew that he was right.

"You can't deny it, because I was created, there is no heaven and earth among my three talents, only talents, geniuses do the right thing according to the way of heaven, those who are talented follow the way of evil to do ghost things, the humane people follow the way, unless the humane person contacts the creator, there is no emotion, you can make me have emotions, so you must be my creator!"

Hearing this, Qin Yang trembled: "Little sister, don't recognize your relatives~~!" ”

"No, you're not a relative..."

Zhihua shook his head, his eyes were filled with some strange feelings: "You are mine... Father! ”

"No, I'm not!" Qin Yang was so frightened that his whole body bounced.

"Do you still want to deny it, do you know why I want to go to the abyss, just because you are the Demon King of the Abyss, I want to return to you!"

Zhihua was excited, and his eyes contained tears, as if he had really found his biological father.

Qin Yang also wanted to cry.

This time I'm really going to be a pick-up man.

This pick-up man is really amazing, people when they are platters at least know what they are receiving, he is good, he doesn't even know what the plate looks like, and he actually gave birth to such a big daughter with her.

That's enough.

"Daddy..."

"Don't come here, I'll jump off if you come~~!"

"You jump, you're the Grim Reaper anyway, you can't die!"

"Uh~~~!"

If Qin Yang was struck by lightning, he would just stay where he was, he didn't even have a wife, he had such a big daughter, he felt that those ghost sisters were leaving him, and his ghost was finished.

"Dad, your face is so strange, are you so happy?"

Perhaps Zhihua was also too excited, and a stupid spirit seeped out of her wise gaze.

"No, I'm not your father, don't scream!" Qin Yang was about to collapse with his head in his hands.

"Don't you admit it, then let the facts tell us!"

Zhihua smiled playfully.