Tang Ping retracted his hand as if he was electrocuted. He and the dog were speechless. In the silence, Tang Ping thought a lot.
First of all, the three maids did not lie. Wangcai was indeed dead, but it turned into a monster and stayed with Tang Ping for three months, so that he did not notice anything strange.
Tang Ping felt chills running down his spine when he thought of his interactions with this 'good dog' in the past three months.
Or hugging, or being intimate, or even holding a dog's head... In short, in those pictures of people doting harmoniously, replace the hound with this thing, and the warm painting style will become a curious painting style.
But Tang Ping then thought about it, since he was still alive, it at least meant that Wangcai had not been aggressive towards him in the past three months, but who could guarantee that Wangcai would not become aggressive after today?
Even if Tang Ping is not afraid, what about the others?
Tang Ping's entire understanding of the supernatural power of this world came from what Dr. Xiao said before he died, and he only knew a few terms.
Maybe Wangcai is an evil spirit?
So should we kill it now?
But what if this thing is really harmless?
Seeing Tang Ping squatting still, Wangcai tilted his head, and a string of question marks gradually appeared in his eyes. His bulging body also turned around, and his four short legs covered with wounds quickly flipped, and with a strange movement, from
Tang Ping ran away.
Just after leaving for more than ten seconds, it ran back with a green plastic disc in its mouth and stuffed it into Tang Ping's hand.
Tang Ping opened his mouth slightly and looked strange: "Do you want to play with me?"
Wangcai gasped for air, his tail quickly rotated, and his body also rotated with it. Although it was so long that people couldn't bear to look at it, but...
"Damn, it's actually kind of cute."
Tang Ping took Wangcai to the garden of his home and played a game of throwing a Frisbee.
Although this dog's ball is round, its feet do not touch the ground and its movements are amazingly fast. Every time the Frisbee lands, it picks it up and runs over quickly, putting the Frisbee into Tang Ping's hand, causing Tang Ping to throw the Frisbee very frequently.
Xiao Rong, the maid who was cleaning on the third floor, accidentally glanced down through the window and suddenly exclaimed.
Just look at Tang Ping standing on the lawn, throwing a Frisbee every two or three seconds, his movements are standard and mechanical, like an emotionless Frisbee throwing machine.
God knows how that Frisbee got back into his hands.
The scene was very strange, but she touched the red envelope in her pocket and felt that Tang Ping's actions were normal.
During the game, Tang Ping found that Wangcai's mood was very stable, and his IQ and behavior were not much different from those of ordinary dogs. This made him temporarily give up the idea of killing Wangcai.
After the game, Tang Ping sat on the steps, rubbing his deformed dog's head: "You should really be grateful for that black stone tea tray."
Wangcai licked Tang Ping's hand and couldn't understand Tang Ping's words.
If it weren't for the tea in the black stone tea tray, which washed away the anger that Tang Ping had accumulated for three months, his wealth would have turned into a piece of meat.
But one thing is for sure, Tang Ping doesn’t dislike wealth so much. It’s actually quite cool to have such a dog.
After sending away the wealth, the smile on Tang Ping's face gradually disappeared.
The maids did not lie about Wangcai, but what about his sister Tang He?
Is she still alive, or...has turned into a monster!
Tang Ping walked to Tang He's room, took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. Whether he wanted to or not, these things would always have to be faced.
"come in."
A sweet sound like wind chimes came from the room.
Tang Ping pushed open the wooden door and saw a young woman with black hair and a white skirt, half lying on the bed, holding a novel in her hand. The sun shone through the gauze curtain, and her flawless skin seemed to be glowing.
Her name is Tang He and she is Tang Ping's sister.
"Fortunately, at least she is still in human form, but...it is only in human form." Tang Ping breathed a sigh of relief and looked at everything in the room, with mixed feelings in his heart.
Although Tang He's skin was perfect, there was no trace of blood, like fired porcelain. His body was well proportioned, but his frame was nearly twice as big as an ordinary person's, like a little giant.
The weirdest thing is her hair, which spreads out from the back of her head, covering the walls, floor, and ceiling, turning the bedroom into a depressing black tone.
Tang He smiled and waved to Tang Ping: "What are you doing standing at the door? Come in quickly."
"No, it's just fine here." Tang Ping forced a smile.
If it were normal, he would be sitting by the bed, chatting carelessly with his elder sister. The topic might be about the taste of the food, the Tang family's industry, or simply some strange news and gossip.
But now, he can't say a word.
Seeing Tang Ping's reaction, the smile on Tang He's face disappeared. He turned his head to look out the window, his voice trembling slightly: "It seems that your illness is finally cured... Are you afraid of me now?"
Tang Ping did not answer.
However, silence can be considered an answer.
So the next second, a suppressed, crazy, and terrifying breath burst out from Tang He. This breath was not directed at Tang Ping, but it made Tang Ping forget to breathe.
These auras express extremely straightforwardly that Tang He and Dr. Xiao are both inhuman monsters, but they are not on the same level at all.
If Tang He is a 10,000-ton steel destroyer, Doctor Xiao can only be regarded as a small sampan at best.
Dense drops of sweat appeared on Tang Ping's forehead, and his thighs were trembling slightly. Faced with this kind of pressure, the so-called innate divine power was just like that of a stronger ordinary person.
"You go, I'm in a bad mood today and I want to be alone."
The black hair closed the door, and the terrifying breath was blocked inside the door. Only then did Tang Ping begin to breathe heavily. He glanced at the door fearfully and fled quickly.
In the bedroom, Tang He looked sad, walked to the door, held the door panel, and called softly.
"Don't go...don't be afraid of me."
It's just her voice that even she herself can't hear clearly.
As Tang He's mood worsened, the black hair in the room squirmed crazily, wrapping around her body like wireworms, cutting countless small wounds like blades, and blood covered her body. The boundary between sanity and madness was unclear.
Disintegrates slowly.
…
Tang Ping left Tang He's bedroom, returned to his own room, drank a bottle of expensive red wine, and his heartbeat finally calmed down.
His sister was more terrifying than he expected.
Living with her was like guarding a nuclear bomb that could explode at any time. Tang Ping didn't like this feeling, so he began to search through Dr. Xiao's memories, hoping to find a way to deal with it.
This is not the first time that Tang Ping has explored memory. He has completely absorbed and integrated the memories of the old Tang Ping to become who he is now.
Dr. Xiao's memory is hidden in Tang Ping's mind, like a folder. It has no sense of existence when it is not opened. When you lift the outer cover of the memory, you can see Dr. Xiao's life.
The top priority was to solve Tang He's problem, so Tang Ping skipped a lot of things and only started after she turned into a monster... This chapter has been completed!