How to Build a Haunted House

"I heard that you are quite popular." Afterwards, Yang Shao said to Chu Ci.

"...I also heard that you are very popular." Chu Ci replied.

Yang Shao took out a photo of Chu Ci with "a big rooster on his head, hugging the Indian instructor, left and right embracing countless harem", while Chu Ci found out "Yang Shao VS Yang Mingjian, the super rich second generation crushes the rich second generation" in the forum , same-sex repulsion or love and kill each other" post as proof.

"I heard that your current fans are called Jiuding Shenjiao, also known as the Rooster Hug Group."

"I also heard that the girls in our class have teamed up with the senior sisters from the previous classes to form a support club for you two. It's called Shaoguang CP, or Shuangyang couple."

"..."

"Let me die." Yang Shao shook.

The two looked at each other with sympathy. They were both victims, so they didn't hurt each other anymore.

The reason why Chu Ci said this was because he found out that Yang Shao was always troublesome with Yang Mingjian these days, so he wanted to remind him.

After all, dogs will jump over walls when they are in a hurry, and what the Huang Daxian in Yang Mingjian's body will do when he is in a hurry, I really can't guarantee.

But even if it did something, it didn't matter, Chu Ci was confident that he could clean it up.

On the other hand, Yang Mingjian didn't think so.

He turned around in the dormitory angrily: "Waste, waste, waste!!!"

"That idiot surnamed Song was so powerful when he taught me a lesson. I thought he was capable, but he turned out to be a good-for-nothing snack?!"

"It's the same with his group of accomplices, who came out of the Armed Police School, were played around by a poor ghost from the countryside, and finally let him show off, isn't it embarrassing?!"

"Why are not you talking?!!"

The Huang Daxian in Yang Ming's fitness body had no intention of fighting against the enemy, and watched the show with his feet up.

Seeing that the servant asked sincerely, Grandpa Huang said something sarcastic: "What are you afraid of? You are more shameful than them."

Yang Mingjian: "..."

What the weasel said was not a lie, Yang Mingjian was indeed having a hard time these days.

Ever since Yang Shao made it clear that the chariots and horses were going to stand up for Chuci, and several times made him unable to step down in public, Yang Mingjian found that his campus life hit a wall everywhere.

Yang Shao has money in his pocket, he spends generously, and he often attends dinners with his father and grandfather, and his emotional intelligence is good. Not to mention anything else, it is easy to win over freshmen from the Department of Economics and Management.

So, when Yang Mingjian realized it, he was already isolated by most of his classmates, and even a few people in the dormitory didn't often talk to him.

He didn't reflect on how much of his own character was the reason for this matter, but put Qiu Quan on Chu Ci and Yang Shao.

Knowing that everything he has now is given by Huang Daxian, Yang Mingjian suppressed his temper and dealt with the weasel——

"You and I are in the same group. I am looked down upon by them. Could it be that you can get any benefits?"

Weasels are no match for him—

"Hehehe, thinking of your Grandpa Huang at this time? It's too late!"

"Kneel down and kowtow three times and shout 'I am Grandpa Huang's little slave', Grandpa Huang will consider whether to help you."

Yang Mingjian: "..."

If he doesn't shout, he won't be able to be a man this semester. If he shouts, he won't be able to be a man in his life.

Yang Mingjian suppressed his anger, carried Balenciaga downstairs, walked to the campus supermarket, and bought a fresh free-range chicken.

He served the chicken to Grandpa Huang respectfully, and then persuaded it clearly——

"You can't return your soul to your body now. If you want to recover, you will need money, right? Although I can make money after I graduate, don't you think it's too late?"

The weasel tore at the chicken and sneered, "Grandpa Huang can't be bought with money. Besides, it's not easy for me to want money? How did you get that bag on your body?"

"What Grandpa Huang wants is for you to mix into the upper class, find out where the celestial master who can help me regain my soul, and then bribe him with money, understand?"

"I understand." Yang Mingjian said, "But now that I'm squeezed out by my classmates, how can I get mixed into the upper class?"

"...That's a problem." Grandpa Huang's movement of biting the chicken leg stopped.

Yang Mingjian saw that there was something going on, and he was overjoyed, he said: "But if I have Yang Shao's wealth and status, it won't be certain."

"Can't you steal to me what other people have? Since you can steal their grades, admission letters and money, can't you steal Yang Shao's luck to me?"

"They both have the same surname Yang. Why does he have a better life than me? If I had his family background and status, I wouldn't squander around like him. I see people as inferior!"

"... In this way, you can also get clues from the Celestial Master one step earlier. We are a win-win situation."

After Huang Daxian ate a chicken, it turned into a khaki-colored stream of air, hiccupped in the air, and floated in front of Yang Mingjian.

It sarcastically said: "You are really a greedy human being."

"Greed will be rewarded."

Yang Mingjian sneered: "Will it end well if you are not greedy?"

"A person like Yang Shao has never lived in a slum in his life. He doesn't know what it's like to steal, cheat, and rob for a meal. Why should he be superior and look down on others?"

"In this world, if you want to live better, you have to step on others, so that they can't stand up for a lifetime. Am I wrong? Those who are wrong are those who are stepped on by me. They are too incompetent, too weak, and they deserve it Be my stepping stone!"

Huang Daxian: "...Okay."

It reattached itself to Yang Ming's fitness body, and whispered in his ear: "Tonight, before midnight, you go to Yang Shao's dormitory."

"Of course I have a way for you to live his life."

"But whether you can live well or not depends entirely on yourself."

Yang Mingjian was ecstatic in his heart.

At this moment, he felt that even if he was entangled by Huang Daxian, it would not be a big deal to be its servant, slave, or follower. This is his opportunity!

As for Huang Daxian...

After finding the celestial master, whether to help Huang Daxian regain his soul, or help himself get rid of it, is it not a matter of one sentence?

"If I can have Yang Shao's life, I will raise chickens from a chicken farm for you, and you can eat whichever you want!" Yang Mingjian made a blank check to Grandpa Huang without hesitation.

Grandpa Huang giggled, and mung bean's small eyes shone cunningly where Yang Mingjian couldn't see.

"Okay~"

·

At ten o'clock in the evening, it was dark.

Today is Thursday, Yang Shao kept the words of Chu Ci in mind, drew the curtains on the bed at ten o'clock, lay on the bed, and started counting sheep.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

"...One hundred and one sheep, one hundred and two sheep, one hundred and three sheep..."

"...One hundred and four sheep... Land No. [-]... Wait?!"

Finding that his thoughts could not help but wander to the No. 4 fierce place and his father who visited the murderous place at night, Yang Shao was excited and frightened, and started counting from the beginning irritably.

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep..."

At this moment, the door of the dormitory was knocked loudly.

"Who?"

Yang Shao cleared his mind, took out the silent earplugs, and continued counting sheep. His roommate was still awake, so he walked over and opened the door.

Yang Mingjian stood outside the door and squeezed out a friendly smile.

He said: "Is Yang Shao there? I have something to tell him."

Before the roommate could answer, Yang Shao said, "I won't listen!"

"..."

"Feel sorry."

The door of dormitory 403 slammed shut in front of Yang Mingjian, almost hitting his nose.

The weasel jumped and cursed: "Trash!!"

Yang Mingjian was short-tempered, and blamed each other with it: "I just said that this is not okay, I don't want the child to be caught by the wolf, how can there be a free lunch in the world?!"

Grandpa Huang: "..."

After a while, it compromised: "Okay."

So, 10 minutes later, Yang Mingjian knocked on the door of room 403 again.

It was my roommate who opened the door.

"Why are you here again?"

Yang Mingjian tried his best to smile, and lifted a salted chicken in his hand——

"This is a special product sent by my family, I will give you one."

"..."

The roommate was a little embarrassed because he didn't reach out to hit the smiling person, and he had already rejected it once.

Although he said "no need", but when Yang Mingjian squeezed into the dormitory with the cheek, he still stepped aside a little.

Maybe they came to find Yang Shao for reconciliation?The roommate thought.

"I told you to leave. I'm not from the same road. I won't listen to what you say!"

It was not easy for Yang Shao to blame his roommate, he opened the bed curtain and said coldly to Yang Mingjian.

Before he finished speaking, Yang Mingjian suddenly said, "Grandpa Huang!"

"Roger that!"

I saw a yellow shadow jumping out from Yang Ming's fitness body. It turned around, with its butt facing the dormitory, suddenly raised its tail, and let out a stinky fart with a "poof".

Yang Mingjian put on the activated charcoal anti-virus mask with lightning speed, closed the door, and resisted the stench that penetrated into his soul. After a few seconds, he was satisfied to see his roommate fell to the ground with a "plop".

And Yang Shao was also wearing sleep goggles and mute earplugs, without even a trace of resistance, he fell down on the bed with a "plop".

"Good job!" Yang Mingjian said to the weasel.

"Of course!" Weasel boasted: "Grandpa Huang is so insane! He never misses!"

"..."

Yang Mingjian was already dizzy from the stench, and didn't bother to listen to the weasel's bragging. He said, "He's already fallen, why don't you exchange his background and luck with me?"

"Wait," Weasel said, "It's not like stealing money to steal grades. How can it be so simple to change your luck? Just wait, Grandpa Huang will do something to get out what's in this kid's mind, and then we'll have a long-term plan!"

"Hurry up."

"rest assured!"

Huang Mengmeng's shadow gave a "frightening" smile, and landed on Yang Shao's bed, turning into a big weasel with adult arms.

It painfully tapped the center of the eyebrows with its claws, drew out a trace of khaki gas, and then blew with a "shh".

The khaki gas entered Yang Shao's eyebrows as if it had its own consciousness.

"It took me so long to recover my fairy spirit. Grandpa Huang, I sacrificed a lot. If I can't make enough money from this kid this time, Grandpa Huang wants you to look good!"

"Don't worry." Yang Mingjian watched all this nervously and excitedly, comforting Grandpa Huang without sincerity.

Huang Daxian ignored him, and repeated himself as if reciting a mantra: "Your home address address address address address address..."

"Where your father is, where your grandfather is, the place you most want to go now..."

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