How to Build a Haunted House

Chu Ci jumped off the mahjong table with a "plop".

He wanted to say "I didn't do anything!", but didn't think it would be credible to hold a ghost in his hand.

As a result, with a strong hand behind his back, the ghost sticking out his tongue was pinched into a cloud of black mist, and with a "swoosh", it flew to the corner of the wall trembling in fright.

Seeing that he no longer had any criminal evidence in his hands, Chu Ci breathed a sigh of relief.

He walked up to Shen Yan and brewed his feelings: "Brother Tianqing?"

Chu Ci's eyes were originally beautiful, they were round deer eyes. When he intentionally showed surprise that he couldn't hide, his eyes widened and the tails of his eyes drooped slightly. There seemed to be two stars hidden under the thick eyelashes. Well-behaved and innocent.

Chu Ci said in surprise: "Brother Tianqing, why are you here?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Uncle Huang gently supported his forehead, and gestured to Shen Yan behind him.

too exaggerated!

The ghosts whose whole room was hammered into black mist were scared and shivered because of the "well-behaved" performance of the big killer, just like fallen leaves in autumn.

"Sir," Uncle Huang smoothed things over for Chu Ci: "You know, Young Master Chu..."

He just wanted to say that Young Master Chu is pure and kind, and his acting skills have always been bad, but he saw Shen Yan nodding his head, real warmth emerged from his usually cold amber eyes.

He said: "Yes, I just came here, and I was surprised to see you here."

The lines were picked up perfectly.

Chu Ci suddenly felt that those messy things before had just been wiped away, and a big stone in his heart was removed, with infinite ease.

Shen Yan stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."

Chu Ci walked to the side of the wheelchair, and kicked away the stumped limbs and arms that were blocked by ghost energy, leaving a clean black mist in front of Brother Tianqing, then lowered his head and said, "Huh?"

Shen Yan rubbed his hands for him, and said lightly, "Don't do it directly in the future, be careful of hand pain."

"Didn't I teach you how to use spiritual power?"

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the wild ghost in the room, and the orange-red fire light on his body split out and circled around the room.

Ghosts: "!!!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" they are pressed against the wall, howled wildly by this little boy who just arrived.

"Help!"

"Save the child!"

"Stop it!"

"If you bake it like this, it will be cooked!"

The ghosts burst into tears, repenting at the beginning, when they knew that the big killer became very well-behaved after seeing the new little boy, they should have realized that this is a bigger killer, and they shouldn't be hugging each other. Killing, reaping the benefits of the fisherman's thoughts.

In the end, being roasted was so unbearable, the ghost who had resisted the most before hugged the corner and said, "Aren't you going to see the boss? Why don't I take you there? Don't roast again...how can I do this in the future?" Facing beer skewers teppanyaki?"

Chu Ci: "... I can't tell, your nightlife is quite rich."

The main purpose of coming this time was to negotiate terms with the ghost in charge of the haunted house, so Shen Yan thought about it and withdrew Yang Huo.

Chu Ci said: "Lead the way."

The ghost pulled out its only remaining two arms, one leg and half of its body from the wall it was clinging to.

It turned around: "Hiss."

"what happened again?"

Ghost: "The ass...the ass is burnt."

Chu Ci: "..."

He took a deep breath, resisting the thought of being violent in front of Brother Tianqing, imitating his appearance, drawing a trace of spiritual energy full of yin energy from his body, and wandering around the ghost body with the scorched buttocks for a week.

"what?"

In a cloud of black mist, two withered arms "swipe" to hug his non-existent head, and he suddenly fell short, as if he was squatting on the ground.

Chu Ci: "...that's it."

Hei Wu carefully picked up two eyeballs that had fallen from the ground, and lifted them up to look at himself.

It froze.

I saw that not only my butt that had been burned off in half was restored to its original state, but even the other leg was replaced. As the spiritual power that made ghosts comfortable continued to swim in the soul body, even the head that I had been missing for a long time It is also growing out gradually.

The most important thing is that the growing process is not painful at all, even very comfortable, just like the meridian massage in a massage parlor when I was a human.

It has been so many years, and it has never felt so comfortable.

"Mmm...uh..."

The black mist twisted and twisted comfortably, and made a strange sound unknowingly.

Chu Ci: "..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Father Yang, Mr. Yang, and bodyguards: "..."

"I'm not, I don't!" Chu Ci was so injustice, he slapped the ghost's newly grown neck.

Only then did it realize that the big killer was by its side, "歘" straightened its posture, and raised its hands: "Yes, he's not, he doesn't!"

Chu Ci: "...You should continue to develop your brain."

Such a compromised explanation is better than no explanation.

"Let's go!"

With a dark face, Chu Ci walked out of the room first. Before leaving, he turned his head and looked at the wild ghost in the room: "What happened just now..."

"what happened?"

"Nothing happened!"

"Yes, we bet high on Eyeball, and there was a fierce gang fight!"

The ghosts in front of them were all wild ghosts who had been dead for less than ten years. They didn't have much resentment on them, so they weren't considered fierce ghosts. They were obviously bound here by the boss of the haunted house, and they assured Chu Ci with a wink.

After all, one big killer, you can still struggle hard, two big killers, and even one is a big killer plus, what is there to struggle with?Just lie flat and let it be ravaged.

"Very good." Chu Ci was very satisfied.

When he walked out of the haunted house, he added a prohibition talisman on the door to prevent these ghosts from going out to report.

The sound of a wheelchair followed.

Shen Yan walked out with a group of Yang family members and a ghost who had been instigated by rebellion. When he reached the door, he took a look at the spiritual power left by Chu Ci on the door.

"It's missing something here." Shen Yan said.

He took Chu Ci's hand and put a vertical stroke in the middle of the prohibition talisman.

"There are two more strokes here."

The dazzling orange-red spiritual power covered Chu Ci's silver-gray spiritual power, overlapping, canceling, and disintegrating each other, successfully erasing the mistakes left by the latter.

"..."

Chu Ci's ears turned red, and he thought desperately: I'm ashamed to throw it in front of Xueba!

"I really practiced the talismans you taught!"

That is, except for the peace talisman, I only practiced each type a few times, and I went to open a haunted house the rest of the time.

Shen Yan: "Yes."

Ever since he saw the "Duo Duo Lai Egg" talisman, he had a basic understanding of Chu Ci's innovative ability, and he was able to calm down and not be surprised by changes.

"It's okay." Shen Yan raised his hand, touched Chu Ci's side face, and felt that the temperature on his hand was hotter than usual, and comforted him: "You did not draw wrongly, the basic effect is still there."

"Is it?"

"Yes." Looking into the sparkling eyes of her little fiance, Shen Yan concealed the last part of her sentence.

It just might have some side effects.

In the room behind him, a black mist of unbelief approached the door——

"Is that how you admit that you lost to those two little boys?"

"What can we do if we refuse to admit defeat? We are not the boss, we have no strength as a human being, and we are still not good at being ghosts. We have been dead for ten years and can't even get in the middle class."

"Isn't this an opportunity? We usually don't attract ghosts into the group, but this time, if we report to the boss in advance, it will be considered a meritorious service. Maybe we even have hope of becoming a high-level leader!"

"That's right..."

"Want to try?"

"Don't you want to take revenge on that little boy who tore his leg apart?"

A group of ghosts were encouraged to float towards the closed door. The black mist pushed me and pushed you, and finally pulled out a little bit and pushed the door violently.

"Ooooooooo!!!"

In the empty room that no one can see, a light flashed suddenly, the black mist in the room shook like a rag, and the stumped limbs and broken arms inside kept twitching, dancing like a square cramp dance or an African dance. Hot foot dance, or a combination of the two.

"Aww, why is there electricity on the door!"

"I can't do it, I'm electrocuted, help me!"

"Insidious little boy!"

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While they were dancing wildly, Chu Ci and his party were led to the junction of the second and third floors.

"The boss and the top management are usually on the top." The wild ghost who led the way said a little scared.

"They are usually discussing some important matters in the ghost world, so I, I won't go up."

After all, it turned around and wanted to slip away, but was pinched by Chu Ci.

"Hi, hiccup..."

The ghost stuck out its tongue and rolled its eyes.

It said with difficulty: "Hey, you, why do you pay back this, can't I go up?"

Chu Ci: "Hurry up!"

The wild ghost was led by Chu Ci with Yin Qi, and floated up the stairs like a kite.

It said: "Keep your voice down, just now a trespassing human being was caught by the middle-level cadres who went downstairs for a stroll, and he didn't know if he was tortured in the big casino on the third floor."

For some reason, Father Yang panicked when he heard the word "torture". Since he arrived in this haunted house, he rarely urged: "Then let's go upstairs."

"Go up early, maybe he can still be saved."

Both Chu Ci and Shen Yan could feel the anger of the living on the third floor, but neither of them said much at this time.

Chu Ci let out a "hmm", looked at the steps up to more than a dozen floors, and then looked at Shen Yan who was sitting in a wheelchair, ready to move.

I wonder if brother Tianqing is still fragrant and soft?