How to Build a Haunted House

Chu Ci didn't expect that the weasel on Yang Ming's fitness would meet Uncle Huang happily here.

"Is this from your house?" He couldn't help asking.

"Yes." Uncle Huang spoke harshly to Grandpa Huang, but when he turned to Chuci, he was very amiable, like a neighbor's uncle.

He said in a tone of "the family has unworthy descendants", holding Grandpa Huang who looked like a dead weasel, "He is the No. 14 grandson of my cousin, Huang San'er, when I smell the scent of the smelly gland You know the smell."

"Huang San'er is a talented kid. He is a rare descendant of the Huang family who has cultivated a human form in less than 60 years. Unfortunately, he is not up to date. He is ignorant all day long and has no ability to settle down. He will use his body Be a bit of a monster and sneak around."

"My cousin originally wanted to send him to a big hospital to be a plastic surgeon, but unfortunately he took advantage of anesthesia to steal the patient's wallet within half a month, beat him up and sent him to the construction site to move bricks, and he took away the safety of a warehouse Hat, in the end my cousin really had no choice but to ask someone to throw him into prison for labor reform, and it turned out..."

"How about it?"

Under Chu Ci's curious eyes, Uncle Huang slapped Grandpa Huang into a waste rag: "Huang San'er made a hole several hundred meters long overnight and ran away!"

"Before I came to human society this time, my cousin asked me to find this great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grand-nephew."

Huang San'er: "..."

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Uncle Huang touched Huang San'er's body from the tip of the tail to the top of the head, frowned and said, "It's strange, why did you get beaten to death? Is your body still well preserved?"

Huang San'er mourned and chirped and didn't speak.

"..."

Uncle Huang pondered for a while, and at this moment, suddenly, with a "poof", the big weasel in his hand let out a stinky fart, and the khaki smoke rose up, covering almost half of the front hall.

"Cough cough cough..."

A big weasel that has become fine, the stinky fart that has accumulated for a long time is naturally extraordinary. Even if Chu Ci used his spiritual power to resist, he still couldn't help sucking in a little, and his mind was suddenly dazed.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Shen Yan's hand covering his nose.

It really is... fragrant and soft.

Chu Ci: "Cough."

He couldn't help but rubbed the hand with the tip of his nose, came back to his senses from the cold medicinal fragrance, shook his head embarrassedly, and shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, then frowned and looked at the yellow bottle in Uncle Huang's hand. San'er let out a "Huh".

As the smoke dissipated, the big weasel that was carried upside down was like a puff of smoke, a puff of mist, or a shadow, scattered in the air in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.

"How is this going?"

Uncle Huang was a little annoyed, squeezed his hand, and said: "Huang San'er's penis is still alive. He used a special method to take the living soul back into his body by using the connection between the soul and the body."

Chu Ci suddenly realized: "Is there such an operation?"

He looked at Yang Shao who was staring at Yang Mingjian's face, and thought of Yang Mingjian upstairs who had an online celebrity version of Yang Shao's face, and suddenly understood why Grandpa Huang had the courage ) too.

Feelings, this is knowing in advance that he will not die?

"Don't worry," Uncle Huang let go of his great-great-great-great nephew. He was in a bad mood. He assured Chu Ci and Shen Yan, "I've written down Huang San'er's smell. As long as he can't get out of Chuhua City, We must catch him as soon as possible!"

"Okay." Chu Ci curled his lips, his eyes gleamed in the darkness, and comforted Uncle Huang: "Brother Tianqing and I will help you find it too!"

After several people dealt with the situation on the first floor, they dug out Yang Shao, who had been watching for a long time, from under the table, and went up to the second floor together.

Yang Shao went upstairs and asked, "Do you have a mobile phone? Let me take a picture. My mobile phone seems to have been broken just now."

Chu Ci took out his mobile phone from his pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to Yang Shao.

A flash of white light from the front flash pierced the darkness.

Yang Shao: "Damn it!"

"I'm sooooooooooooooo!"

"how?"

"How did this ugly face grow on Dad's handsome and unparalleled body?!"

Chu Ci: "..."

He was silent for a while, looking at Uncle Huang.

Uncle Huang checked Yang Shao's face: "It's okay, it's an illusion formed by the evil spirit. It's temporary, and it will be fine when the evil spirit dissipates in a few days."

"Can't you come back now?"

Uncle Huang hesitated for a moment: "...you can, but my carving skills are not very good."

"How bad is it?"

Uncle Huang glanced at Shen Yan, seeing that he had no objection, he took out a small handle carved from water foam jade from his body and handed it to Yang Shao.

"I carved this last year."

Yang Shao looked at it with the light of Chuci's mobile phone: "The big African wild boar? Not bad, it looks decent."

Uncle Huang: "..."

"It's a 17-day gift for my cousin No.[-]'s grandson," Uncle Huang said humiliatingly, "Peppa Pig."

Yang Shao: "..."

Chu Ci: "..."

Only Shen Yan looked calm, as if he had expected this long ago.

Chu Ci glanced at him, touched the string of white jade safe and sound plaques that were put on his neck again, and thought of those little Pixiu, little unicorns, and little Baize carved by his fiancé himself, and felt sweet in his heart.

So he swallowed the words that he could have asked Brother Tianqing to restore his appearance, Chu Ci glanced at his little friend, feeling a little guilty.

Yang Shao didn't mean to be disappointed at all, he said excitedly: "Hey, doesn't that mean..."

"what?"

"I can use Yang Mingjian's identity to escape military training, and let him fail this subject and get zero eggs???"

Chu Ci was overwhelmed by his friend's IQ, and he reminded: "Yang Mingjian can do the same."

"It's okay," Yang Shao waved his hand: "I can ask my grandpa to ask for leave!"

Chu Ci: "..."

He glared at his little friend under Yang Shao's unclear gaze.

——It’s great for someone to help you ask for leave!

·

After picking up Yang Shao, the group of four returned to the second floor.

Mr. Yang, Father Yang, Yang Mingjian, and four bodyguards were staying with a group of ghosts.

Except for Yang Mingjian who was still yelling "Give me your hand! Don't lose your mind! I want to make a comeback!", the few people who huddled at the far left of the corridor looked at the right side vigilantly, their bodies tensed.

The ghosts tied up in a string by Yin Qi, headed by Zheng Dong, squatted on the far right side of the corridor, sighing and repenting.

Between humans and ghosts, there is a prohibition talisman drawn by Chu Ci himself, which emits a faint silver light in the darkness, like the Chu River Han boundary, separating humans and ghosts.

Seeing a few people coming up from the bottom of the stairs, both sides breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Mr. Yang: "Mr. Shen."

Director Zheng: "Lu...no, Director Chu."

Shen Yan and Chu Ci nodded to them respectively.

Chuci first handed Yang Shao over to Father Yang and Mr. Yang.

"This is……"

The expressions of the two of them were only slightly confused for a moment, and then Father Yang, whose scientific worldview had been overthrown and rebuilt, broke the silence.

"Spoon?"

"Yes, yes, it's me!"

Yang Shao nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and let down his image with a "clack" sound, instantly confirming to Father Yang.

He took his son to feel it around: "Xiao Shao, you have suffered!"

"It's nothing..." Yang Shao couldn't get used to his father's rare father-son relationship, he blushed, and said, "I don't know how Yang Mingjian got me to 488. I just slept all the way and took time off." It’s a pity that I’ve been here for so long and haven’t even seen a single ghost after thinking about it.”

"Do you want to go to hell?" Father Yang's loving heart overflowed, and he felt that he could not disappoint his son who had suffered so much, so he overcame the rejection in his heart, and pointed to the darkness opposite with his heart that had been tempered and strengthened along the way. ——

"Isn't that all?"

"what?!!!!"

Father Yang picked up the phone, and the incandescent light of the flashlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating a group of former 488 MLM members with weird shapes and (hit by Chuci) missing arms and legs.

Yang Shao: "Ahhh!!!"

He couldn't help but choked his neck and screamed like Ye Gong like a dragon.

·

The ghosts of 488 have been battled for a long time. They crouched on the ground with their heads folded obediently, turning a blind eye to the screams of humans.

"one two Three……"

The new chairman Chu Ci stood in front of the count and said with satisfaction: "Very good, no one tried to escape."

The ghosts trembled.

At this moment, with a "squeak", the door of the second room on the right was pushed open quietly.

The guide came out with a "whoosh" sound. When he saw Chu Ci, he couldn't help pulling his figure upwards. Then he held back the fear in his heart and shouted, "Director Chu!"

"How is it?" Chu Ci asked him.

The guide ghost raised his head and held his chest high: "We live up to expectations!"

He reported work to Director Chu energetically: "There are 488 intern salesmen on the second floor of 24, 14 salesmen, and 6 senior salesmen, a total of 44 people. All of them have assembled and are waiting for Director Chu's instructions!"

Chu Ci: "Call them all out."

A mass of salespeople who looked more ferocious than the managers poured out from the dormitories on the right.

Yang Shao on the opposite side let out Ye Gong's dragon-like scream again, as if he couldn't believe that he was in the same room with so many ghosts.

"Pretending to be a criminal who suffered a thousand knives! I tricked you and provoked you, and you hurt me so much!"

"You brought me to No. 488. What's the difference between this and two little white rabbits going to the wolf's den to beat Siberian wolves together!"

"Oh, the difference is that you are a million times uglier than the little white rabbit..."

Chu Ci: "..."

He pretended that he didn't hear his little friend's stand-up comedy, and he didn't see him kicking Yang Mingjian's butt twice, watching the dark crowd of ghosts from the front.

Some of these ghosts were newly dead, some died early, some were relatively complete, and some were missing arms, legs or even heads.

Without exception, they looked at Chu Ci in front of them together, their dark eyes shining with a strange, bright and frightening light.

The leading ghost stood at the forefront, and it shouted the slogan: "One, two, three."

All the ghosts bowed in unison, and in the midst of the eerie wind and ghostly aura, they said angrily, "Hello, Mr. Chu!"

"Ghosts are great because of their dreams, and the underworld is wonderful because of the midnight 488 project! Let us roll up our sleeves and work hard under the leadership of Director Chu!"

"applaud!"

"Clap clap clap."

Chu Ci: "..."

The business director, business manager, senior manager, and Zheng Dong who were just wiped out all at once: "..."

"Am I dreaming and haven't woken up yet?" Yang Shao raised his head from the MLM scene with a dazed face, and saw his little friend slapping the leading ghost who was leading the way shouting slogans into a black mist.

"Change it for me! Change it immediately!"

"I'm a decent person, and I run a decent haunted house! Anyone who dares to do something reported by the masses will give it away..."

The voice froze, Chu Ci thought for a while, took Shen Yan's hand, and touched the palms.

There was a faint chuckle in his ears, and an orange-red flame lit up on the slender fingertips in a tacit understanding, piercing the darkness.

With the backing of his fiancé, Chu Ci was full of confidence, and threatened fiercely with his hands on his hips: "I'll send it to experience the raging fire of socialism!"

"..."

"Whoosh".

The salesmen on the opposite side were scared by the hot sun and stuck to the wall, turning into a mural somewhat similar to the famous painting "The Scream".

The author has something to say:

Chu Ci: You are the one~ a fire~ a blazing fire~ illuminates me~

Salesman: I can't afford to provoke T^T