How to Build a Haunted House

"It's not a ghost, it's a human." Shen Yan said suddenly.

"Ah?" Father Yang and Mr. Yang were a little surprised, and then realized that Mr. Shen was comforting themselves.

"What are you looking at? It's all your fault!" In order to ease the embarrassment, Mr. Yang raised his hand and slapped his son.

"..." Father Yang dared not speak out.

In such a short time, the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and hung over everyone's heads, almost completely covering the moonlight and starlight. The surrounding fields were silent, and only the breathing and footsteps of the few people present could be heard.

The four bodyguards were specially selected by Mr. Yang. They were physically strong and psychologically strong. Two of them were retired soldiers. But even so, when Mr. Yang grabbed their wrists, they couldn't help but feel a cold breath coming from them. The place of contact poured into the bottom of my heart, making people tremble all over, and there was an ominous premonition that disaster seemed to be imminent.

If it weren't for the professional ethics there, they might have broken free from the hands of their employers.

Compared with the bodyguards, it was Father Yang who was more tormented. Ever since he stepped into No. [-], he felt that there seemed to be something calling him in the dark. It was difficult for him to move forward, but he had to obey.

Although it is summer now, and the temperature at night is 22 or [-] degrees, Father Yang's whole body is like being submerged in ice water, and only when he gets close to Mr. Shen can he get a little respite.

"This... What is the principle of this?"

Father Yang's brain seemed to be filled with a ball of paste, and it crashed immediately.

If everything before can be explained as a special effect artist specially arranged to cheat his family's money, but the strange call that sounded directly in the consciousness... Even a top-notch technical team in Hollywood may not be able to do this kind of transcendence realistic technology.

In other words, what's wrong with having this kind of technology?Use it to lie to him, a hairless middle-aged man with a net worth of only a few billion?

"..."

After being silent all the way, until standing downstairs at No. 448, Father Yang was finally able to conclude that it was this dilapidated haunted house that was calling him.

For a moment, the way he looked at 448 changed, as if there was some ancient monster hidden in the dark door, which could stretch out countless pitch-black tentacles at any time to suck himself into the door and devour him.

"Jin, Jin Wang must have died like this, right?" Father Yang finally got the hang of it.

Mr. Yang was so angry that he couldn't help but rubbed his chest: "When is it? Are you still thinking about your tortoise?!"

"What a turtle, that's my own son." Father Yang couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

Before he finished speaking, Old Man Yang became even angrier. He raised his crutches and was about to beat his son's dog's head: "It's your son, so what is my precious little spoon? You son of a bitch? What about me? My ancestor?!"

Father Yang: "..."

He knew in his heart that he was quick to speak, so he took a hard blow, shrank back from Mr. Shen, and said in a low voice: "Take specific issues into account."

"I……"

Before Mr. Yang swung his cane for the second time, Father Yang suddenly said "Huh?" He realized that it might be Mr. Shen's powerful mana, and within half a meter around him, he suddenly couldn't detect the kind that was about to be darkened. The fear of drowning was gone.

So Father Yang suddenly got excited, raised his shoulders from the bodyguard escorting him without a trace, stretched his legs that were frightened and weak, and moved a little closer to Master Shen's wheelchair, and even put his hand on his wheelchair. on the back of the wheelchair.

Mr. Yang noticed his son's useless behavior, and let out a "hum" from his nose.

Father Yang played the same thick skin as his son and pretended not to hear.

"..."

Shen Yan heard the interaction between father and son, he turned his head sideways, half of his face from chin to eyebrow showed a soft texture like beautiful jade under the dim light of the flashlight.

Seeing this, Father Yang couldn't help being startled, wondering whether one of the criteria for selecting masters these days is based on appearance, for example, good-looking people get a bonus when counting performance (the number of ghosts caught).

Shen Yan stared at Father Yang, first frowned slightly, and then took off the white jade plaque hanging on his wrist.

Where ordinary people can't see, the Yanghuo on his body seems to have lost some suppression, and it suddenly exploded, burning from the center of the eyebrows to the shoulders, and then enveloped the whole person in a ball of orange-red, bright and fiery flames.

The flames danced.

Shen Yan raised his hand, and gave Father Yang a nod between his brows.

"what?"

Father Yang suddenly felt lighter, and the cold feeling disappeared.

Shen Yan nodded and said, "Don't worry."

Knowing that he was not good at explaining, Uncle Huang behind him separated Father Yang from Mr. Shen indiscriminately, and said kindly: "The amulets that Mr. Shen gave you before are used to isolate the ghost energy in the yin house. The ghost energy is deceived by the spell. If you don't notice the popularity of you, naturally it won't bring any bad consequences to the host."

"But Mr. Yang is different. You signed a land transfer contract with the ghost that dominates the haunted house. You have signed a contract with the ghost. You have a karma with the underworld. You came to No. 4 land at midnight when the yin energy was at its peak. Naturally, it will be constrained by the contract."

If it was normal, Father Yang would not listen to a word of these gods and gods, but this time it is different. Although he has not seen a ghost with his own eyes, he still has a one-thousandth chance in his heart, but it can be erected in Father Yang's heart. In the past 50 years, (he once thought) the indestructible, unbreakable, and weather-tested scientific worldview has been crumbling and close to collapse.

Father Yang actually felt a trace of guilt.

He asked Uncle Huang: "Then what should I do? Is it too late for me to transfer this contract?"

"..." As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Father Yang changed his words again: "No, you can't transfer it casually, what if you hurt other people... How about it, Mr. Shen, or Mr. Huang, you can see if I transfer the contract to you Is it? You don’t need to pay a penny... No, I will transfer the No. 4 land to you for free, and pay an additional 200 million labor costs!"

Uncle Huang: "..."

To be honest, facing such a foolish and rich customer, he had the urge to make a killing.

Don't blame Uncle Huang. Although he has been with Shen Yan's grandfather for many years and his moral quality is very good, it is the nature of their family to bully the weak and fear the strong, and to be insatiable. It is like a vixen who likes to seduce people. It is a bit difficult to change.

Taking a deep breath, Uncle Huang glanced at the top of Father Yang's head.

There was a cloud of ghostly energy that was darker than the night, and it was terrifying. Because of the environment full of cloudy energy, I was eager to break free from the shackles of the spell, but...

"Chuck" sounded.

The Yin Qi that was about to do something was unfortunately ignited by a small orange-red flame released by Mr. Shen, and two-thirds of it evaporated in an instant.

The remaining one-third shivered, shivering back to the place covered by the peace talisman, like a civilian girl who met a bully, and rolled herself into a small black ball, trembling.

Feeling Shen Yan's fiery spiritual power that can burn all evil spirits to ashes, Uncle Huang calmed down instantly, very calm.

He retracted his canine teeth, which were almost sticking out of his lips, and gave a friendly smile.

"You're joking." Uncle Huang replied to Father Yang: "The reason why we came here in the middle of the night is to end this karma for you."

After that, he pushed Mr. Shen's wheelchair.

The wheelchair rolled over the scattered construction waste around No. 448, making a monotonous hum.

Shen Yan glanced at the haunted house shrouded in darkness, and suddenly stroked the safe and sound card in his hand.

He hesitated for a moment, and said to Mr. Yang, "I have something to think about..."

"???"

The watch on the wrist suddenly made a "click", and the hour and minute hands fell to 12 o'clock.

Shen Yan: "Forget it, the child's time has come, first enter the haunted house, and talk about other things after it comes out."

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at the same time.

Standing at the corner between the first and second floors, Chu Ci suddenly couldn't help but glance behind him.

"Ah Choo!" He rubbed his nose.

"I always feel like someone was thinking about me just now."

"Thinking too much." The system replied.

"Collected 500 points of fear emotion."

"Collected 300 points of fear emotion."

"Collected 200 points of fear emotion."

It suddenly broadcast three times in succession, which startled Chu Ci.

"Why such a big harvest all of a sudden?"

"Maybe it's the one who yelled 'there is a ghost' before."

Chu Ci thought about it too.

As he went upstairs, he said, "This place is so remote, except for us and... Huilai, that is, the three of Yang Mingjian, who called that just now?"

The system is as confused as he is.

"Can't hear it at all?"

It wasn't because of the two of them, but the broken gong that sounded like a hundred ducks squawking at the same time just now, as long as you have heard it, it will definitely be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"..."

Just as he was talking, the sound of the broken gong broke the tranquility of the night again.

"Help! Let me go! You've got the wrong person!"

"Boy, talk to you well, you don't want to toast or eat fine wine."

"I'm really not Yang Shao! Yang Shao is downstairs! I'm his classmate!"

"Fart!" Following the sound of people being dragged forcefully, another gloomy and somewhat erratic voice sneered: "You still want to lie to me? Don't even look in the mirror!"

There was a "click", as if the phone was turned on, and a photo was taken, and the second voice said coldly: "Did you see it?"

Fingernails rubbed against the screen of the phone, making a strange rattling noise——

"Although the eyelids are wider, the nose is higher, the lips are swollen, the chin is pointed, and the apple muscles are a little more protruding, but overall he looks exactly like the son of Yang Shanghao's family. You are the one!"

You are too perfunctory in general, Chu Ci just had this thought in his mind, when he heard a hasty voice say: "Let me go, I don't know anything, your matters have nothing to do with me!"

"Aren't you looking for Yang Shao? He's on the first floor, behind the desk at the corner, it's true... ah!"

"..."

Chu Ci's trip this time was mainly to deal with the ghosts in No. 448, and the secondary task was to bring Yang Shao back with all his tail. Since he didn't see anyone, he could only take care of one end upstairs and downstairs.

"Host, where are you going?" the system asked.

Chu Ci hesitated.

At this time, the system suddenly said strangely: "Hey, 100 fear points have been collected, and the system currently stores 2471 fear points."

People are not machines, and it takes time to produce fear points, otherwise they will be frightened to death by maintaining the most tense state.The person upstairs had just provided 1000 points of fear earlier, so it couldn't be him who was frightened now.

Chu Ci asked: "Can you detect where the fear points are collected from?"

System: "Behind, under the table."

"understood."

After thinking about it, Chu Ci decided to go upstairs first. After all, he couldn't tell which Yang Shao was the real one. In this case, he could just focus on doing one thing——

Beat ghosts.

……

With a "bang", Chu Ci kicked open the door on the second floor.

The first one he picked was the one lit by the miserable green will-o'-the-wisp.

"..."

As if the pause button was pressed, countless ghosts in the room with missing arms, missing legs, missing arms and legs, and even ghosts missing hearts, livers, spleens, lungs and kidneys looked over together.

Senhan's ghostly aura rushed towards his face, cold to the bone.

If such an excessive amount of yin energy is encountered by ordinary people, it can set off countless terrifying illusions in the mind until it scares oneself crazy.

In the silence, there was a sudden "snap", and a ghost holding his head slapped his eyeballs flat on the mahjong table.

It picked up its eyeballs, let the bright red blood spill on the mahjong table through its fingers, and then said to Chu Ci in a sinister manner: "I have been dead for so many years, and this is the first time I see someone who came to die by myself."

"That's because you've only been dead for 7 years, and you're ignorant." Chu Ci walked over with a "smack", grabbed the ghost with one hand, took out another pair of hidden eyeballs from its arms, and stepped on it with a "snack". flat.

"AHHHH!!! MY EYES!! MY OWN, ORIGINAL EYES!!!!"

Amid the miserable screams of the eyeless ghost, Chu Ci looked around the mahjong table and said to the ghosts, "Call your boss out!"

"Hurry up! I'm in a hurry!"

"..."

"So arrogant."

"Too arrogant."

"It's the first time I've seen such an arrogant living person."

"Clean him up!"

"I like his eyes, remember to dig them out for me later..."

The group of ghosts looked at each other and said in unison: "Go! Group fight!"

"..."

A group fights one is a group fight, and one fights a group is still a group fight.

3 minutes later--

"Hey..."

"Wow..."

"Brother, we were wrong, please forgive us."

"We're just a group of wild ghosts living under the fence. It's not easy to die. If it's a big deal, we won't gamble with our eyes anymore..."

"Please stop!"

……

The wheelchair was carried up to the second floor without a sound, and walked all the way outside the door amidst the noise.

Father Yang wanted to bring bodyguards to help the leader, but Uncle Huang politely and resolutely stopped him——

"Sorry, Mr. Yang, our husband doesn't like people getting close."

Father Yang nodded in understanding.

He had heard continuous screams outside No. 488 before, but the strange thing was that once he entered the haunted house, these sounds seemed to be isolated into another space and disappeared without a trace.

In the dead silence, Father Yang looked at the miserable green will-o'-the-wisp coming out from the crack of the door.

Those will-o'-the-wisps were like candles in the wind, shaking indefinitely in light and dark, changing hideous shapes on the opposite wall.

Against the backdrop of the darkness that can devour everything, these shapes are like caged monsters, uncontrollably producing countless associations about death and blood in the brain.

The thin wooden door in front of him looked like Pandora's box to Father Yang.

He was eager to solve all the strange things that happened to him, but also filled with infinite fear and timidity from the bottom of his heart, so he looked at Mr. Shen as if he was grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Shen..."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Shen, who was calm and composed all the way, was a little distracted at this time, and he didn't speak for a long time, and he didn't let anyone move on.

"Mr. Shen?"

Father Yang's heart trembled, and he wondered if there was something tricky inside that even Mr. Shen couldn't deal with?

Thinking of this, he frightened himself, and his feet felt a little weak all of a sudden.

However, Shen Yan seemed to be awakened by Father Yang's voice, he sighed silently, and said to Uncle Huang beside him, "Open the door."

"Squeak-"

Without the cover of the gate, everything that happened in the house appeared in front of everyone without any concealment.

A group of black mist rolled around their arms, legs, hearts, livers and kidneys, skulls and eyeballs and ran around the room, like a group of huskies tearing up their homes.

On the mahjong table, Chu Ci picked up a ghost who resisted the most, and with a "squeak" he took off its arms and threw it to one side. Two eyeballs were torn out from the invisible ghost body that turned into black mist, and stepped on with a "pop" into two balls of black mist.

"Say it?" He threatened the ghost in his hand ferociously, but he didn't make a sound.

Shen Yan sighed, and silently let out a trace of spiritual energy, breaking the mute note that Chuci had placed in the room before.

So the cries of the ghost in Chu Ci's hand, which might have been a fierce ghost before, but has now become a dead ghost, resounded in everyone's ears with a "wow".

It said: "It's too much, I advise you to be kind!"

"What if I'm not kind?!"

"You can't find a wife like this..."

While talking, the ghost in his hand hiccupped.

"Fart! My wife is fragrant and soft."

Chu Ci gave him a disgusted look, and was about to throw the ghost away when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

You shouldn't be able to hear anything outside under the mute, but...

He seemed to hear... a crack on the wall next to the door.

"..."

With a bad premonition in his heart, Chu Ci lowered his head little by little, and then he and Shen Yan in the wheelchair met their gazes.

Chu Ci's movements froze.

He suddenly hid the ghost with only its head behind him, pinching its neck.

"Hi'er", although the ghost does not need to breathe after death, the ghost still can't change the habit of life, sticking out a long piece of tongue.

Chu Ci: "..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Father Yang: "..."

With a "pop", Father Yang abruptly broke off a brick by the wall with his palm.

Hearing the sound of bricks breaking, his heart was calm.

This... It is not the wall that collapsed, but the scientific worldview that he has insisted on for nearly 50 years (once thought) was indestructible, unbreakable, and weather-tested.

The author has something to say:

Small Theater 1:

"Mr. Shen?" Father Yang's heart trembled, wondering if there was something tricky inside that even Mr. Shen couldn't deal with?

Mr. Shen: My wife.

Small Theater 2:

Ghost: "It's too much, I advise you to be kind! You can't find a wife like this..."

Chu Ci: Fart, my wife is right outside the door!

Mr. Shen thought for a while, and applauded Chu Ci for going too far.

Double update, so don't be too late orz

I was called to a meeting today, but I didn’t waste the meeting time. I took a peek at the crispy duck on campus. It’s so sweet (groundhog screams).

The ladies who can write sweet texts well are really amazing. I can’t write well anyway, and the ingredients of sand sculptures tend to exceed the standard (*/ω＼*)