How to Build a Haunted House

When Chu Ci and Shen Yan went straight to No. 488, the two Yang students who were nagged by the haunted house system were flying in the sky, but the treatment was different.

Yang Shao was riding on Huang Daxian's neck in a daze, holding a handful of its hair in his hands, while Yang Mingjian was held by a room-sized weasel in front of his paws, with the whistling wind in his ears, and his face was blown alive. It hurts, and I still want to hear the weasel roaring loudly in my ear——

"Look at the road! How to go ahead?! Tell me!!!"

"Go straight! Then turn right!" Yang Mingjian yelled back.

At this moment, he was deeply grateful that his mobile phone was the latest model bought with the money stolen by Grandpa Huang. The quality was reliable and the GPRS function was powerful. went.

A group of three people (two people and one wolf) came by the last subway, because they didn't get a taxi in the end.

It's a pity that the last subway is still 4 or 4 kilometers away from No. 5. In order to hurry up, the weasel can only put down his airs and run wildly with two weak humans, billowing smoke and dust.

Fortunately, it was already late at night, and this place is a suburban area with few people. Grandpa Huang ran around in a hidden corner, climbing up a tree from time to time, and ran all the way, but no one noticed this parkour weasel.

"Snapped!"

It kicked its paws on the nearby treetops, kicking off a few branches.

Grandpa Huang complained while running: "It's because of your bad luck, which caused Grandpa Huang to suffer. Grandpa Huang was popular in Nagada, Northeast China. To the car?"

"I haven't run like this in almost 30 years!!! You pay me for the fat I lost!!!"

Yang Mingjian: "..."

endure.

not angry.

Only those who can endure will win.

He told himself that it was only a week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds before he got Yang Shao's luck and kicked off this arrogant and annoying weasel.

So, even though he was full of anger and felt that he couldn't bear it for even a second, Yang Mingjian endured the humiliation and said: "Yes, yes, that's right, I'm unlucky, I'm unlucky, I'll buy Grandpa Huang a whole dog when I go back." Chicken body...it's time to turn right!"

Hitting the last tree on the road with its hind paws, the weasel passed through the shade with a whoosh and landed on the uneven dirt road.

A large piece of wasteland surrounded by barbed wire can already be seen ahead.

In front of the wasteland, a black car parked quietly, passing through the thick fog with two pale headlights.

Grandpa Huang ran quickly on the dirt road, lowered his head and asked Yang Mingjian, "What time is it?"

"11:48," Yang Mingjian said, "It's 12 to midnight... No, it's 11 minutes now."

"It's too late, too late," the weasel gave Yang Mingjian another gouged look: "It's all your fault!"

Its eyeballs the size of ping pong balls bulged, and finally landed on the car in front: "That's the only way."

"Shut up!"

After all, before Yang Mingjian could react, Grandpa Huang slammed on the roof of the car with a "bang". It leaped high with the strength of the rebound, then retracted its two hind paws, and raised its tail——

"puff!!!!!"

A stream of khaki-colored smoke suddenly spewed out from behind it, with a long tail, pouring into the Passat with the half-opened car window.

Yang Mingjian was dizzy from the smoke, Yang Shao was in a hypnotic state, and Grandpa Huang didn't look down. Therefore, none of them noticed that at the moment when the huge weasel flew over the roof, a giant weasel struggled to protrude from the window of the Passat. left hand.

Through the half-opened car window, one could see the middle-aged man sitting in the driver's seat choking his throat with his right hand. He had scratched several deep bloodstains on his neck, kicking his feet indiscriminately, left and right The faces of the two halves showed diametrically opposite strange expressions.

Noticing the sound of voices coming from the dead silence of the night, the left side of the man's face suddenly burst out with strong surprise and desire to survive. He pressed down on the car window with his last strength, stretched out his left arm convulsively——

"save……"

"vomit."

A puff of khaki-colored smoke rushed towards the face, with a huge momentum, it jumped directly into the mouth and nose, and poured into the chest cavity. Immediately, the right arm that scratched his neck loosened.

After a while, the left half of the face distorted by fear and the right half of the face showing a playful cat-and-mouse look froze at the same time in an indescribable panic. Then, with a "bang", the middle-aged man's head slammed into the steering wheel. He hit it hard and passed out.

And the culprit of everything, Grandpa Huang, who was holding the two of them, with the reaction force of the last fart, shot through an arc like a meteor, and suddenly fell towards the haunted house in the middle of No. 4 plot.

"Quack quack quack!!"

Under Yang Mingjian's horrified gaze, it laughed arrogantly and said, "Unexpectedly, your grandpa Huang has the ultimate trick! Jet weasel!!!"

Yang Mingjian: "........."

He was so shocked by Grandpa Huang's shamelessness that he didn't know how to react for a while.

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In any case, with the efforts of the Jet Weasel, the three of Yang Shao finally missed the time.

Even thanks to Grandpa Huang's strength, they were slightly ahead of Chu Ci.

The famous Haunted House No. 448 looks no different from an ordinary three-story building in an urban village from the outside. Even because of the fire, it has been abandoned for many years. The wooden structure is decayed, the wall skin is peeling off, and the rusty steel bars are exposed from the cement. The hideous corners were exposed, and the outermost gate had completely collapsed.

The three of them knocked over the side windows all the way and fell directly into the house.

Grandpa Huang changed back to the length of his arms, and riding on Yang Mingjian's neck, he said with peace of mind: "Drive!"

Yang Mingjian turned on the phone, looked around with the light of the flashlight, and then asked suspiciously: "Is it a mistake? How could this be the home of a rich man?"

The place where they landed was the front hall. The floor and walls were covered with a thick layer of dust, and no one had set foot there for an unknown period of time.Several tables with missing legs were crooked on the ground. Some places between the table legs and the tabletops were scorched black by the fire, and a thick layer of spider webs had already formed.

Grandpa Huang's mung bean eyes rolled around, and he sensed something was wrong, but he couldn't easily give up in front of Yang Mingjian, so he patted Yang Shao's face with his big furry tail and asked him——

"Hey, boy, is this your house?"

"what?"

Yang Shao seemed to be suddenly woken up from a dream, and his eyes were clear for a moment.

He shook his head, looked around with a trace of residual drowsiness, and then questioned his soul——

"No."

"Where is this?"

"What the hell place?!"

Grandpa Huang: "..."

Bathed in Yang Mingjian's eyes of "what do you want?" "what can you do?" , I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

It raised mung bean eyes, and the expression on its face became very menacing.

With a "snap", Grandpa Huang flicked his tail, and the thick tail of the duster patted Yang Shao's forehead, making a red mark.

"Think about it carefully," it threatened, "No. 488 Tuanjie Road."

"..."

"I seem to have heard it somewhere?"

Yang Shao fell into deep thought.

Grandpa Huang reminded again: "Your home, where your father and your grandfather are."

"........."

It was satisfied to see the contemplation on the rich second generation's face turned into reality, Yang Shao slapped his thigh: "Didn't you say it earlier?"

"No. 488, it is indeed my house..."

Before he finished speaking, the big tail on his forehead lifted, and with a "poof", Yang Shao was turned over without saying a word.

"The haunted house of..." The three words choked in his throat, and he didn't have a chance to say them.

Grandpa Huang's eyes flew away, and he said proudly, "Did you hear that?"

"I just said that your grandpa Huang's immortal technique can't go wrong!"

"..."

Yang Mingjian endured its stinky fart, and couldn't help asking another question: "But how can rich people live in such a crappy place?"

"Who knows?" Weasel said irresponsibly, "Grandpa Huang doesn't know what the younger generation thinks? Maybe they like this gothic decadence?"

Yang Mingjian: "..."

At this time, the hands of the watch on his wrist turned silently, and fell to the position of 11:55 with a "click".

There seemed to be some changes in No. 488, which was shrouded in a thick cloud. The two people and the weasel heard the sound of "dongdong" footsteps on the floor above their heads. Someone was walking around on it, shouting something, and listening carefully With the opening and closing of the door leaf, the sound of pushing mahjong was faintly heard from inside.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Grandpa Huang pulled Yang Mingjian with the tip of his claws, and said to him, "It's time for the second step. This kid's father and grandpa may play mahjong with people up there, and wait for their game to end." , just change your father for you!"

Ever since he stepped into this room, the uneasiness that had shrouded Yang Mingjian's heart faded away. He listened to the real human voice upstairs and comforted himself. Maybe it was Yang Shao's father and grandfather who used it to talk to people. What about a place to play cards?The shabby and concealed appearance is to facilitate them to bribe, launder money, and do some shady things... Isn't this always shown on TV?

"Big dog." He said sourly from the bottom of his heart, thinking about what would happen next, he couldn't help but feel infinite excitement and anticipation.

"How are you going to change my life with him?" He couldn't wait to ask Grandpa Huang.

Stealing money, grades, and cars is conceivable, but stealing other people's lives?How can this be done?

"Wait!"

The weasel turned around, moved its buttocks, and rode on Yang Shao's neck, facing Yang Mingjian.

It gave two "bah bah" and sprayed saliva on its paws, then took a horse step, raised the tips of its two claws, and made an overwhelming movement——

"Hi!"

"what!!"

Following Grandpa Huang's roar, a strong evil spirit gushed out from the tip of his claws, and thickly smeared Yang Mingjian's face.

"This……"

Yang Mingjian felt very uncomfortable on his face, as if covered by mud, pouring into his nose, nose and pores, making it difficult for him to breathe.

As the evil spirit gradually invaded his skin, something even more shocking and frightening happened to him.

Yang Mingjian felt that his facial features were gradually melting, as if he had turned into a piece of plasticine that could be changed at will.

"It's almost there." Grandpa Huang's voice rang in his ears.

It pinched Yang Mingjian's nose and gave him a hump higher than Mount Kilimanjaro, then nodded professionally: "OK."

"what are you going to do?"

Yang Mingjian only had a pair of eyeballs left on his face, and he looked at Grandpa Huang with extreme horror.

"What are you doing?" Grandpa Huang chuckled, and jumped back onto Yang Ming's fitness from the top of Yang Shao's head with a "bang".

It glanced at Yang Shao's face, pinched, pushed, rubbed, and modified Yang Mingjian's face with its claws.

After pulling his eyelids with a "呲拉", Grandpa Huang tilted his face back, compared them with satisfaction, and patted his claws: "Perfect!"

"Of course I gave you the whole face," it answered Yang Mingjian's previous question: "Turn you into him, and then change the memory of his father and grandpa. Doesn't it mean changing your life with him?"

"How is it? Are you satisfied? Is Grandpa Huang a thief of wisdom?"

Yang Mingjian: "!!!!!!"

The author has something to say:

Grandpa Huang's freehand plastic surgery class is starting~