How to Build a Haunted House

Yang Mingjian froze in place, all hope was lost, he felt as if he had been run over by a tractor rumbling, leaving behind ruins.

He never expected the so-called "exchange of luck" to be changed in this way, otherwise he would definitely be more cautious.

It can only be said that Grandpa Huang's false propaganda is too unreliable!

With the matter at this point, he had no other choice but to let Grandpa Huang shape (zai) shape (ge) with his bare hands, feeling like a piece of fish on a chopping board.

Feeling the pair of sharp claws walking on his face, he couldn't help shivering.

The face has changed, the identities have also been exchanged, all the parents and relatives of the family background have been replaced by Yang Shao, so is he still himself?

"Don't move, I'll make your nose crooked!"

Before he could figure out this philosophical question, Grandpa Huang suddenly spoke.

"You...Can you do it?" Yang Mingjian was worried, for fear that there would be a paw print or three beards on his face.

Grandpa Huang was not happy when he heard this.

It paused the big project of pinching the bridge of the nose, raised its eyes, and said with its claws on its hips, "What? What do you think? Do you know where Grandpa Huang used to hang out in Gada? Northeast! I have attended a distance training class in Bangguo! "

Yang Mingjian: "..."

Hearing about Bangguo, why did he feel even more worried?

·

"Work together!"

Grandpa Huang patted his paw and said triumphantly, "Look!"

Yang Mingjian nervously took out his phone and opened the selfie interface.

"..."

"How about it?"

"Just..." He touched his new face, "It's pretty similar."

He didn't grow a beard, nor did he have mung bean eyes. Yang Mingjian felt relieved and was almost tearful of gratitude.

"But..." He looked at the left side, then the right side, and said to Grandpa Huang, "Why do you still feel that something is wrong?"

"where?"

"Um……"

With Yang Mingjian's straight-male aesthetics, it's the limit to notice something wrong, and you can't see it in the details.

He looked at the man who was gearing up and was very talkative, like a grandpa Huang who bought plastic surgery and sent it to be repaired after surgery, he was at a loss for words for a while.

"Just, that's..."

Yang Mingjian simply turned Yang Shao's head around, facing him face to face, looking at him and himself in the camera.

"The eyes, nose, mouth, and face shape are all similar, but why do I feel that they are not so similar when they are combined?"

"Is there?" Grandpa Huang turned his head to look at it, and he understood in seconds.

"Simple." It patted its thigh and said to Yang Mingjian, "Just wait."

As he said that, Grandpa Huang took the phone, opened Meitu Xiuxiu, the filters, beautification, and skin smoothing were all the same, and then "clicked" on Yang Shao.

It turned Yang Shao over and showed Yang Mingjian the photo.

"now what?"

"...Exactly the same." Yang Mingjian said, "But..."

"But, but, but, but," Grandpa Huang said impatiently, "where are there so many buts? Why do you humans have so much shit?"

"Anyway, Grandpa Huang is going to give this kid a confusion technique for each of his family later. Does it matter if the double eyelids are opened three centimeters or two centimeters?"

"As long as his parents, mother, and grandfather can't tell, if someone asks you that you have traveled to Bang Country, wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"Those who achieve great things must know how to choose." Grandpa Huang patted his tail: "Quickly stop the ink, and let Grandpa Huang help you straighten your vocal cords. Let's make them thicker and turn into a smokey voice. Then no one can do it." Feeling wrong."

Yang Mingjian: "Okay."

He gave in.

One minute later, Grandpa Huang finished all the work. By the way, he raised Yang Mingjian's height by two centimeters with his bare hands. He patted his paw and said, "Let's go upstairs."

"What should he do?" Yang Mingjian said.

Huang Daxian thought for a while: "Hmm..."

"Put it under the table first, come down later, and I'll make him look like you."

"it is good."

One person and one weasel worked together to lift Yang Shao under an overturned table in the corner, and hid it away. Fearing that it would be unsafe, Yang Mingjian brought a bench over and crushed the table to death.

Then with a victorious sneer, he glanced at Yang Shao behind the table: "Let's go!"

The mahjong upstairs is noisy, one game after another, and even a little noisy shouting can be heard near the gate.

A faint light came through from the top of the stairs, and a shaking figure could be vaguely seen in the hazy halo.

"Why is the light a little green?" Yang Mingjian leaned against the wall and walked towards the stairs, he couldn't help muttering in his heart.

And it's not an ordinary green, it's a kind of eerie, weird cold green, with a circle of pale halo flickering around the edge, which is erratically reflected on the wall, making people feel dizzy at first glance, with a kind of gloomy feeling Feel.

"Who knows?" Grandpa Huang rode on his neck, flicking his tail: "It's a decadent gothic house, why not install a new type of environmentally friendly energy-saving lamp that fits the atmosphere?"

"..."

The logic is rigorous and there are no flaws. Yang Mingjian is undoubtedly convinced by it.

He walked up the stairs quickly, listening to the sound of his footsteps echoing "bang" and "bang" between the empty first floor and the second floor.

As long as he thought that no matter whether this house or the lights in the room would become his own in a few minutes, he felt that even the miserable green light became lovely.

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The stairs between the first and second floors seem to be very long, but they seem very short in the anxiety and urgency.

"One, two...thirteen."

When Grandpa Huang counted to No. 13 steps, Yang Mingjian just took the last step on the second floor.

With a "click", the soles of the shoes fell on the flat ground, splashing a little dust.

"Who?"

This house is a typical old building in an urban village, with extremely poor lighting. If the first floor can still see some faint light through the dilapidated doors and windows, then the second floor is completely shrouded in darkness like splashed ink. Men and women half a meter away Regardless, a person one meter away can't tell the difference.

Yang Mingjian only had time to scan the second floor roughly, and confirmed that there were four rooms on each side of the corridor. Among them, the sound of shuffling cards came from the second room on the left, and there was a green light shining through the crack of the door. It should be that a game of cards was in progress. The place.

"Ask you? Who are you?"

It may be that the movement of him going upstairs alarmed the intermission guests, and a question came from the darkness on the right:

"Where did you come from? Who is the boss? Do you know what this place is for?"

"..."

Seeing that his question was not answered, a ball of green flames lit up at the end of the corridor, floating in the cool night, up and down, left and right, all the way from a distance.

"..."

This scene was very strange, and it took some courage to meet him at midnight, Yang Mingjian's pupils suddenly shrank, and his heartbeat went out of control for a moment.

At this moment, a loud sound suddenly came from the ear——

"Ertong, you're so stupid! Give me the money!"

"Fuck, you're such a cheat!"

"Hold this bastard to Lao Tzu, and Lao Tzu chopped off his third hand himself!"

The crackling sound of mahjong came from the only lively room. Yang Mingjian listened to the quarrel of the gamblers, and then looked at the green fireflies in front of him, it seemed that it was not so scary anymore.

In the end, it was Grandpa Huang's words that put an end to the strange atmosphere of midnight ghost talks. It said: "You have to light a cigarette with a green lighter. It's not too coquettish. Do young people nowadays work so hard to get the gothic style?"

Yang Mingjian: "..."

For some reason, he was suddenly not afraid of the will-o'-the-wisp.

There is also a great fairy like Grandpa Huang riding around his neck. If there is a ghost, will it not be able to find it?

When his thinking went astray, Yang Mingjian logically ignored all the weirdness of the scene, and he didn't notice the person "floating" from the end of the corridor. When he walked, there was no sound in his footsteps, even in this closed space. Did not cause a trace of air flow.

The green fluorescence is erratic, illuminating Yang Mingjian's face, and projecting his silhouette onto the side wall, swaying and deforming with the swaying of the firelight, it looks a little absurd and weird.

However, the person approaching Yang Mingjian covered in will-o'-the-wisp did not leave any shadow on the same wall.

"...the smell of a living person." He muttered to himself.

"... How long has it been since such a fresh living person came to No. 488... What a rare visitor..."

"...Oh, I'm still an old acquaintance, no wonder..."

The coming person's voice was wobbly, as erratic as the phosphorescent fire in his hand.

Yang Mingjian didn't hear the previous words very clearly, he only heard the words "old acquaintance", when the voice was getting closer and closer to him, only about four or five meters away.

"!!!"

His heart skipped a beat, Yang Mingjian unknowingly took half a step back.

"What to do, what to do?" He relied on others not being able to see Grandpa Huang, grabbed it and shook it to death, "He knows Yang Shao! What should I do?"

"Stop, stop!" Grandpa Huang was dizzy from being shaken. He knocked on Yang Mingjian's tail and pushed him forward.

"What are you afraid of? You are a person covered by Grandpa Huang's plastic surgery. How can you be so flustered?!"

"Don't be afraid, go!"

"What am I going to say?"

Yang Mingjian was not a person who had seen the big world, and he was supported by greed and a little cleverness. He was at a loss when he encountered an accident suddenly, and he was full of thoughts about what to do if he was found out.

Grandpa Huang had no choice but to advise him wittily, flexibly, maturely and calmly——

"At this time, of course you should..."

"???"

"Call someone!"

Returning to my gothic style villa in the middle of the night, I met (suspected) grandpa or my own father’s card partner standing in the corner smoking, what else do you want to do if you don’t call someone?Waiting for roast pork with bamboo shoots?

Yang Mingjian: "..."

"You think I don't want to call? I don't know anyone Yang Shao is familiar with. What should I do if I call the wrong person?"

"Didn't you sneak into his brain? Can you tell who this is?"

"This……"

Yang Mingjian's words touched Grandpa Huang's sore spot. When he hypnotized Yang Shao, he only saw a few fragments from his memory, and the monster energy he had accumulated would not be enough.

"What's the use of you!" Yang Mingjian complained.

Grandpa Huang was so angry that the hairs on his tail stood on end. He thought about his plan and kept doing it——

"What's the point? Grandpa Huang will teach you!"

"Isn't it just that you don't know it? If you don't know everything, choose C, and if you don't know anything, just call Dad... No, uncle, at worst, I will say that I am face blind."

"Can you?"

"Of course! If you want money, you don't want face. People in the upper class do this!"

"it is good."

The hazy figure is getting closer and closer, and the current situation does not allow Yang Mingjian to hesitate. He thought that the long march of thousands of miles is gone, and there is no need for this last trembling. Anyway, this is the last time to endure humiliation, so he gave up his dignity and said loudly: " Dad... no, uncle, I am Yang Shao!"

"It really is you!" The figure hidden in the will-o'-the-wisp was overjoyed, and even the miserable green light shot up a few inches.

"I was worrying about what to do if I lost my whole body this time, so you rushed to pay off my debts. You are such a good son. Dad didn't love you for nothing."

"Oh, the son of a rich family is so polite. He even called his father when he came to die. I couldn't bear to hear it."

"Well, you listen to me obediently, and I'll go and tell the boss, this living person with delicate skin and tender flesh, just swallow it whole, and don't need to go to the casino to save you from suffering..."

The more Yang Mingjian listened to his voice, the more wrong his voice became. He raised his head, and at this moment the visitor just happened to walk in front of him, and the green firelight lifted up, illuminating his appearance.

Yang Mingjian: "!!!!!!"

There was no one in the firelight, only a withered right hand holding an empty head.

There is a ball of bright green will-o'-the-wisp in the neck of the head, which swells and swells, eyes turned up, staring at Yang Mingjian, and his mouth is still persevering in persuasion: "In the future, everyone will be a colleague when you become a dead ghost. will hurt you."

Yang Mingjian: "Ahhhhhh!!!"

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"There's a ghost!!!!"

At 11:58 in the morning, Chu Ci walked downstairs to No. 488 with no more and no less.

Before he had time to enter the door, he heard heart-piercing screams from the second floor, still broken.

What a novelty, Chu Ci thought with disgust: You have come to No. 488 in the middle of the night, and you are afraid that there are ghosts here?

Haunted house Haunted house, it is not uncommon for ghosts to exist, but the ghosts inside are surprised to see such a living person like you!

While speaking, he stepped into gate 488.

……

At the same time, Mr. Yang and others who came from the other side of No. 4 land also arrived at the foot of No. 488.

They turned around and came to the main entrance from the right side of the haunted house.

Mr. Yang was startled by the sudden screams on the second floor, and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his arms.

Then—

"Huh?" He rubbed his eyes: "Mr. Shen, did I misunderstand, why is there someone at the gate of No. 488?"

The figure flashed and disappeared into the haunted house.

Thinking about the legend here, Mr. Yang got goosebumps again.

The looming figure, wandering around the haunted house in the middle of the night, the back looks a little erratic, could it be——

"Could it be that the ghost on No. 488 can go out in the middle of the night? Seeing us coming, report back?"

"Then you won't meet a group of ghosts when you go in later, right?"

He was rubbing his arms and guessing, when suddenly there was a strange movement behind him.

Mr. Yang: "???"

He turned around and found that his son, who firmly believes that there are no ghosts in the world, was holding a tall bodyguard with one hand, and said to himself: "Young people are full of yang, full of blood, and a hundred ghosts will not invade!"

Mr. Yang: "..."

The author has something to say:

Ahhh it's late, because I wanted to write about meeting, so I wrote a long paragraph T^T

We finally met, right~