The hypnotist sat under the dim desk lamp, held his hands against his jaw, and stared at the young man lying opposite him with a solemn expression. Deep hypnosis is an extremely dangerous treatment for any patient. If you are not careful, you will cause irreparable damage or sequelae.

But Vangala insisted very much and repeatedly expressed his own consequences and signed a disclaimer. The hypnotist reluctantly agreed. It was the first time he had met a patient with such a serious condition. According to the young man, even he himself did not know how many sub-personalities were hidden in this thin body, thirty, forty, and even more.

Logically speaking, the power of the master's personality is often the most powerful, but it is not easy to swallow so many secondary personality overnight. A hypnotist cannot help the patient, except for hypnosis, guidance and awakening, and everything depends on himself.

After waiting quietly for more than two hours, he found that the patient's face was always peaceful. The hypnotist couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He should have thought that the patient's personality and methods were so cruel, so how could those secondary personalities be his opponents?

The hypnotist changed to a more relaxed sitting position, then took out his notebook and began to record everything today. The moment he put the pen down, the young man lying on the sofa began to struggle violently, but his limbs seemed to be tied up by invisible ropes, and could only scratch and twitch in a fixed angle. His originally calm face was completely distorted at this time, showing a hideous look like an evil ghost, and then turned into deep fear and panic.

The hypnotist was startled and immediately ran up to comfort and guide the young man to wake up. However, the few hints that were set in advance did not work. The young man was still immersed in deep sleep, struggling violently but unable to escape. Just based on his twisted facial features and broken moans, the hypnotist could guess what he had experienced in his dream. If it weren't for the devastating fear and despair, this young man who had always been arrogant would not have shown a embarrassed posture as if he was to be slaughtered.

The hypnotist kept trying to awaken the young man, but it was ineffective. When the young man suddenly raised his neck, arched his back, and made a sharp roar, the hypnotist thought he would die. However, the next second, he suddenly fell back to the sofa and fell asleep peacefully again, as if the previous struggle, twitching, and roaring had never happened.

The hypnotist looked at the young man in a daze for a while, and confirmed that the other party was still breathing and did not die in the dream. Then he took off his glasses, wiped away the cold sweat, and let out a long breath.

"Huh! When did you wake up?" The hypnotist, who was about to put the glasses back into the bridge of his nose, suddenly met a pair of pure black, impurities-free and emotional eyes, and was shocked.

"Just just woke up." The young man looked at the hypnotist, then licked his lips that turned red as blood at some point, and said in a full and lazy voice: "I want to sleep for a while, you go back first. I will ask the assistant to call you for the remaining medical fees."

The hypnotist keenly noticed the changes of the youth. His pupils were too pure and deep, which was very different from the original amber pupils of Vangarona. Moreover, the youth's voice also changed, like a distilled spring water, clear and gentle, making people's eardrums tremble.

The young man closed his eyes while talking and fell asleep again, his expression calmer than ever before. The hypnotist stared at his handsome face and his mind was completely in chaos. He was sure that the person in front of him was definitely not the Vangala before hypnosis. His tone of speaking was too peaceful, and the emotions hidden between his eyebrows and eyes were too gentle. Even the lines of his face softened because of this peace and gentleness, presenting a more handsome face. He was completely different from before, as if he had changed his own person!

In other words, when Vangala failed, his body was occupied by a sub-person! The hypnotist quickly realized this, but he dared not say anything or do anything. The master's personality is Vangala, and the secondary personality is also Vangala. It seems that whoever wins and loses does not matter to others. It is just their internal struggle.

Thinking of this, the hypnotist took a deep breath and quickly left the apartment building. Although the person who woke up seemed gentler than the original Vangala, for some reason, when he looked at the other party, his heart was filled with coldness.

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Vangala, who had changed his core, slept for three days. During these three days, his life and career suffered unprecedented heavy blows. In order to get close to the male god in his mind, he was admitted to the entertainment company he opened and became a trainee. He also used his family background to seize opportunities and resources from others and became a member of the popular boy group that he had just debuted. In order to attract attention and gain popularity, he was not stingy with any means, so he offended many people not long after his debut.

But the Fan family is rich and powerful, and is a family-friendly relationship with the Zhao Group, which controls the entertainment company. The two sides joined forces to help Vangala get rid of a lot of messes, paving the way for him and helping him rise, making the group called Stars popular all over the country in a very short time, attracting tens of millions of fans.

In private, I don’t know how many people gritted their teeth when they heard the word “Vangala”, but no one on the surface dared to offend the real master.

Son.

But now it is different. Not long after the mistress of the Fan family passed away, Fan Luoshan, the head of the Fan family, couldn't wait to announce to the media that Vangala was not his biological son, but his adopted son without any blood. Now that the other party is already an adult, he should leave the family to live independently.

This sentence interprets only one meaning - from then on, everything that Vangala did has nothing to do with the Fan family. The Fan family will no longer help him clean up the mess, nor will they provide him with resources.

As soon as the news came out, the black material of Vangala emerged overwhelmingly on the newspapers and the Internet. He blushed and scolded the staff with a rough face. He was taken to the police station for illegal racing. He shook his head and danced under the colorful lights. His confused expression seemed to have been taken with drugs. He confessed loudly to Zhao Wenyan, the boss of Xinghui Entertainment Company. His face was distorted and his eyes were terrifying. He was suppressed by several medical staff and shouted frantically, but in the next second he turned into a confused expression. He asked the people around him where he was...

Videos like this were posted on the Internet one by one, becoming shells that destroyed him, shattering the popularity and reputation he had finally accumulated.

"Vangala is a big name", "Vangala's drunk driving", "Vangala's private life is corrupt", "Vangala is suspected of homosexuality, or bisexuality", "Vangala is a psychopath, has multiple personalities, and has violent and antisocial tendencies", the titles released by the media are more sensational than the other, and the crimes of the woven are more serious, which leads people in the circle and the general public to rush up like hyenas and work together to tear Vangala to pieces.

From the eighteenth tier to the second tier, it took Vangala more than half a year, from the second tier to the scumbag he despised the entire network, but it only took him three days. No one expected that Vanluoshan could be so heartless, holding his adopted son to heaven with one hand and pushing the other into hell with the other hand, just like the God who dominates everything, making it crazy and destroying it.

Three days are not long or short, which is enough for the brokerage company to provide corresponding countermeasures. However, the central figures of the incident have never been connected and cannot cooperate with the company to solve the problem. So public opinion has been fermenting and is uncontrollably moving towards a worse situation.

"Vangala scum, Vangala gets out of the entertainment industry!" has become a politically correct slogan, spreading in every corner of social media. There are countless netizens who have turned fans and turned black, and it is no exaggeration to say that there is no place for Vangala to stand in the entertainment industry.

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Three days later, the sleeping young man finally opened his dark eyes and sat up slowly. He wiped the hair hanging on his forehead behind his head, revealing a handsome face. However, this face is undergoing slow changes. The sharp lines soften bit by bit, and the strong anger is restrained one by one. The skin that was originally fairer than ordinary people is whiter and transparent, while the light pink lips are as bright as blood.

This tiny change that was almost impossible for others to detect made the young man look weird. He walked towards the kitchen slowly, poured a glass of water, and after drinking it one sip after another, he naturally turned on his phone to check the information he received these days, and all his actions were like the original Vangala.

The dense sounds made the empty room noisy, and all kinds of private messages mixed with curses and insults were vented on the young man in a slight way. He quickly realized the predicament he was in, but the faint smile at the corner of his mouth did not diminish at all. He did not run out of the door in a hurry to seek help. Instead, he patiently looked through the news one by one and understood the status quo. Finally, he put down his cell phone, walked into the bathroom, took off all his clothes, and stood under the shower head with cold water.

He did not apply any toiletries, but just raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he was thinking. The water flow washed over his thin body, and for some reason it triggered something, causing his pale skin to emit a dark black light. These lights slowly condensed, and then formed small Sanskrit, forming lotus-shaped, oval-shaped, concentric circle-shaped patterns, floating densely on his pale skin, from the cheeks to the neck, from the shoulder blades to the back, from the hips to the calf, there was almost no spare space.

The young man opened his eyes, touched the Sanskrit patterns casually, then turned off the faucet, wiped his body, and returned to the living room.

The phone placed on the dining table kept ringing, and it was automatically hung up because no one answered it. After a while, it began to ring wildly again, with a smell of never giving up.

The young man walked over with a bath towel around his waist and slowly walked over. After answering the phone, he lazily "feeded" him.

The person on the other end was furious when he heard his voice without any panic. He cursed and said, "Vangala, you can only arrive at the company for twenty minutes, otherwise I will leave you with no place to turn over!"

"You wait." Vangala chuckled and hung up the phone.
Chapter completed!