How to Build a Haunted House

The guide was very sensible, and really rolled out from the door.

The grunting sound made Chuci focus on the ground at the door, and found a strange sign that was also blood red and covered in dust.

Like a flower parasitic on a dry tree trunk, it opens its greedy, aggressive scarlet petals to the bystanders.

He raised his attention and said to Shen Yan, "Go downstairs."

The two walked quickly to the first floor, and Chu Ci found the location of the kitchen where the fire was said to have occurred, and wiped off the floating ash on the stove.

"No? Strange."

He took out a napkin from his pocket, wiped the rust on the gas stove vigorously, and looked up, down, left, and right, as if he wanted to polish the gas stove with his eyes.

Standing half a meter behind Chu Ci, Shen Yan felt that the little fiance's movements were like a curious little animal.

He couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, and said to Chu Ci: "You guessed right."

"Then?" Chu Ci turned his head, his eyes puzzled.

Shen Yan swallowed the words "but still too little experience" and personally taught the little fiancé.

"It must be a powerful curse that can cause dozens of deaths. For such a curse, the carrier does not have to be intact after the spell is completed, as long as it is around the house, the roof and the foundation Putting on the soul-locking array can completely turn No. 448 into a closed haunted house, ensuring that the Yin Qi inside will continue to flow as designed by the caster."

As he said that, Shen Yan searched around, and finally found a fragment of a gas tank that was blown to the wall by the explosion during the fire at the corner of the wall.

He reached for the shard.

"I'll do it." Chu Ci was afraid that Shen Yan would cut his hand, so he took the lead.

He pushed Shen Yan's hand away, held it with his left hand, pinched the fragment with his right hand, and pulled it out forcefully.

With a "click", a crack appeared on the wall.

Chu Ci blew away the dust on the fragments of the gas tank, looked at the blood-red symbol left on it, nodded and said, "It's all done."

"so……"

Shen Yan looked at Chu Ci with encouraging eyes.

Chu Ci's confidence soared under his sympathy, and he boldly stated his guess——

"What happened on No. 488 was not accidental. Is someone here practicing ghosts?"

"It should be so." Shen Yan nodded in affirmation.

He said: "It is consistent with the clues I learned before."

"The clues I got before?" Chu Ci was about to ask, when his ears moved suddenly, and he heard a voice from the hall.

"You, you, what are you?!"

Chu Ci raised his hand, he recognized Yang Shao's voice, and said to Shen Yan, "Wait a minute."

Seeing Chu Ci who walked out of the kitchen quickly and rushed to rescue his little friend, Shen Yan's eyes sank.

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"Grandpa Huang is nothing!"

In the corner on the left side of the hall, under an overturned table, Grandpa Huang, who had turned into a khaki mist, "bang" a fart and woke up Yang Shao, revealing his original shape in front of him.

"Young man," it lowered its voice, "do you remember what happened before?"

"Before?" Yang Shao felt sore in his arms and legs, like food poisoning, he pushed his memory forward, and could only remember...

"I'm not a sheep in my dormitory? Where is this?"

"Here?" Grandpa Huang has already gained experience in coaxing Yang Mingjian, even if it was a different person, he still took it easy.

It smiled ferociously, and leaned into Yang Shao's ear with a somewhat weird voice: "This is No. 488 Tuanjie Road."

Yang Shao: "..."

"Fuck!"

With a chill on his back, he jumped up from the ground...

Did not jump up.

"What the hell?" Yang Shao stretched out his hand, and in the darkness touched the leg of the table that was pressing on him.

Grandpa Huang patted Yang Shao's face with his tail, and said to him, "Think about it carefully, you were tricked here."

"That person used your face and wanted to pretend to be your identity. He wanted to completely replace you and make you disappear in this world..."

While talking, the last bit of demonic energy that had been saved with great difficulty flowed into Yang Shao's face along the tip of Grandpa Huang's tail. It felt satisfied that the skin under the tail gradually became softer, and recalled Yang Mingjian's appearance in his heart.

"You have become like him now, if you don't believe me, reach out for a while... No one will believe your words, you are helpless in the world..."

"If you want to restore your identity, you have only one way to go, and that is to listen to Grandpa Huang, do things for Grandpa Huang, and be Grandpa Huang's little slave. In this case, Grandpa Huang promises to exchange you and him back."

"How about it?"

Following Grandpa Huang's words, its flexible tail rubbed and changed Yang Shao's face like a plastic surgeon, and a little earthy yellow light gradually appeared on Grandpa Huang's remnant soul, like a firefly.

This halo floated to the center of Yang Shao's eyebrows, and it stuck to Yintang's position. Grandpa Huang coaxed: "Come on, if you promise, I will sign this contract. From now on, you will never leave me, let's get rid of that scumbag together!" .”

"Grandpa Huang doesn't want anything else, as long as you can help me find a reliable celestial master to repair the soul, how much money you want to spend, Grandpa Huang will steal from you, and you don't need to review for the final exam. , Steal according to the first grade in the grade, grandpa Huang will still protect you after you have a baby, if you want a boy to steal a boy, if you want a girl to steal a girl..."

Yang Shao: "..."

His memory kept coming back with what Grandpa Huang said, and he seemed to see Yang Mingjian standing in front of him in a trance, smiling maliciously and greedily: "I will accept your face and your life from now on! "

Then his face began to deform, as if being controlled by invisible hands, it became more and more like himself, more and more like...

Yang Shao: "Damn it!"

Grandpa Huang felt his unbelievable emotions, and proudly said, "How is it?"

It can almost see the good situation of kicking off the former partner who is stupid and heartless, and changing to a new partner with a lot of money and money.

When a person encounters a sudden change, his spirit is the most fragile, and he is most likely to be taken advantage of and controlled. This is the precious experience that the Huang Daxian family has spent countless hours on.

"I..." Yang Shao thought for a while.

"You..." Grandpa Huang guided him patiently.

"I don't believe it, this bastard can imitate Lao Tzu's face, and can also imitate Lao Tzu's unique and inviolable personality charm?!"

"Think beautifully!"

"Look, within three days, the pretender must be exposed!"

Grandpa Huang: "..."

It stared at Yang Shao in disbelief, refusing to admit its failure.

Grandpa Huang could almost hear the "crack" sound of his heart breaking, and the "crack" sound of the strings of reason breaking.

Yang Shao is still stubborn: "What's more, I still have a great master, I believe that the great master possesses the magical power of "Nine Cauldrons Jue", and he will be able to see the essence through the phenomenon, and discover my diamond-like soul under this ugly appearance. "

Grandpa Huang: "..."

It couldn't help but wonder, it made such a fuss, put all the blame on Yang Mingjian, why did it appear in front of Yang Shao as the savior?

Even if he really used obfuscation techniques on all of Yang Shao's relatives and friends, Grandpa Huang would not guarantee that Yang Mingjian would be able to deceive them for more than 24 hours.

Because, the only thing he can't imitate is neither Yang Shao's experience nor Yang Shao's past, but his unique, unparalleled, inviolable and coquettish narcissism!

Thinking that he was almost exhausted of his demonic energy, Grandpa Huang got angry and gave up the coaxing way of working.

It relies on Yang Shao to lie on the ground and can't move, it doesn't stop doing anything, rides on his neck, and strangles his face with its big tail.

"Say! Will you sign a contract with me?!"

"If you don't sign it, you will be strangled!"

"Or suffocate you!"

"Grandpa Huang's two very democratic ways of dying, you choose one!"

Yang Shao: "..."

He was strangled by the weasel's big tail and rolled his eyes. With the last of his strength, he lifted the bench that was pressing on his hands and broke off Grandpa Huang's tail.

"You are..."

"Beating into a trick..."

"Going to jail..."

"What the hell are you getting into? You, Grandpa Huang, me, Huang Daxian! Which prison can hold me? If you can find one that can hold me, Grandpa Huang will stop being a weasel and I will be a hen instead!"

Grandpa Huang saw that Yang Shao's mouth was so stubborn, he became angry from embarrassment, and even sat on his face and started to fart.

"Puff, puff puff."

"Say! Do you want to make a contract? If you don't make a contract, you will die!"

"cough--"

Yang Shao wants to cry, the people who come to sign contracts from other people's houses are either maids with big breasts, beautiful girls with long legs, or tsundere lolitas, but he just hates the weasel with a taste of the Northeast. Woolen cloth?

Fortunately, the demonic energy on Grandpa Huang's body was almost wasted along the way, and the fart released was just a stinky attack, not poisonous. Yang Shao rolled his eyes and resisted firmly.

He scratched the ground with his hands, and threw everything he caught at Grandpa Huang, wanting to fight him forever.

Suddenly, the finger touches a boxy, hard object.

A ray of inspiration flashed through Yang Shao's hypoxic brain, and he remembered that it was a peace talisman given to him by God Chu, so he grabbed the peace talisman and pressed it on Grandpa Huang's face.

Grandpa Huang: "Let me tell you, don't pretend to be a chaste and strong man with Grandpa Huang. If you can't let you sign this contract today, Grandpa Huang will be a chicken, a big hen!"

Before the words fell, the peace talisman was firmly on its face.

The talisman on the back flashed a flash of light, and Grandpa Huang trembled like an electric shock, and his eyes became cross-eyed.

It could feel the turmoil of the demonic energy all over its body, as if it had been washed away in its body by some kind of extremely cold spiritual power.

After a while, Grandpa Huang finally regained the control of the soul body, and he said angrily, "Gag!"

Yang Shao: "..."

Grandpa Huang: "..."

Taking a deep breath, Grandpa Huang didn't believe in evil, and once again opened his mouth to curse——

"Cuckoo day!"

"..."

"..."

Chu Ci, Shen Yan, who came to hear the sound, and Uncle Huang who came down from the second floor to see the situation were all silent.

Grandpa Huang was so angry that his canine teeth protruded from his lips, and he roared violently: "Ka Ka Ka!"

It found that it had recovered its voice, its figure floated away, its eyes showed a fierce look, and it stared at a few ordinary people who seemed to be watching its own jokes with greedy eyes.

"Who? What bastard came here to ruin Grandpa Huang's good deeds!"

"Grandpa Huang who will not kill you today is your own grandson!"

Shen Yan: "..."

He pulled Chu Ci back half a step to the side, and gave the stage to Uncle Huang whose gaze had cooled down.

Uncle Huang's eyes had turned a beast-like yellow-brown. He put down the wheelchair and took two steps towards Grandpa Huang. tip.

Looking at Grandpa Huang, Uncle Huang said sternly in a voice with a "click" sound——

"Who do you want to be your grandson?"

Grandpa Huang: "..."

Feeling the strange yet familiar demon power in the air, it couldn't believe it, and tentatively dipped a little bit of it with the tip of its tail.

Another dip.

Then all the brown and yellow parts of its body stood up, and it jumped back suddenly, raising its two front paws, as if in a posture of raising its paws and surrendering.

Grandpa Huang was already so embarrassing, Uncle Huang still refused to let it go, he approached step by step, picked up the weasel's tail, picked it up like a fur scarf, and said majesticly: "Huh?"

Under Yang Shao's amazed, joyful, and watching eyes, Grandpa Huang called out aggrieved, helplessly and humiliatedly: "Grandpa Zuzuzuzuzuzuzuzu."

"good."

Uncle Huang looked at his great-great-great-great-great-great-nephew and grandson, and agreed condescendingly.

The author has something to say:

Yang Mingjian: When you meet an elder, call someone first. Grandpa Huang's teaching is not in vain.