How to Build a Haunted House

The time to mend Huang San'er's soul soon came, and it happened to be the first weekend after the military training.

All the students who participated in the military training were blackened by more than one level, even Yang Shao who had only been in the military training for more than a week, so Chu Ci stood in the crowd after the military training, like a cabbage in a row of eggplants, fresh and tender.

The young man has handsome features, a tall and straight figure, and the most important thing is that he is said to be good at fighting.

Famous overnight.

"Now the posts on campus forums begging to join the Jiuding God Sect are crazy. Even the seniors from the previous classes are asking if they can sleep with the leader if they join the Jiuding God Sect. The little niece who is down to eight years old joined together."

In the video of Chu Ci and Yang Shao, they saw him lying on the big recliner in the middle of the villa yard, with a mask on, only two eyes with European-style big double eyelids were exposed.

"Oh, time doesn't wait for me..." Yang Shao sighed at the camera: "If I go back to school a few days earlier, maybe these true fans will be mine!"

Chu Ci: "..."

He took a peek and found that Brother Tianqing didn't notice what Yang Shao said just now, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then work hard and let them climb the wall as soon as possible."

A man with a family doesn't need fans, these are time bombs that will cause emotional conflicts, take them all away.

"Alas..." Yang Shao sighed enviously.

Sitting in the Jiuding God Sect, a little partner in the harem from the age of 80 to the age of eight, self-willed!

"If I work harder, I will change back soon, right?" Yang Shao rubbed his face, full of hope.

It can be seen that his facial features are different from what Huang San'er pinched at the beginning. The bridge of the nose is lowered, the pouty lips are gone, and the frighteningly high cheekbones and awl chin have also shrunk back. Except for his face being a little stiff The appearance is [-]% to [-]% similar to the original one.

"Well... it should be almost over after this weekend." Chu Ci judged with experience, "The more you bask in the sun, the faster the evil spirit will dissipate."

"Great!" Yang Shao laughed three times facing the sun, so excited that the mask almost fell off.

God knows how unaccustomed he is at home these days, his face is stiff, he can't smile when he wants to, and every day he washes his face, he wants to kill the plastic surgery monster in the mirror.

"The most distressing thing is that I am in such a miserable state. My mother and my father still don't let me eat at the same table with them, saying that seeing this silicone face affects my mood... I want to go out and relax. Wangcai, the gatekeeper, was bitten!"

Yang Shao lifted up his trouser legs to show Chu Ci the wound on his ankle that was bitten by a dog. Fortunately, the gatekeeper Demu knew the smell of the little master, and he stopped his mouth suspiciously after biting the oily skin.

"But I'm not bad, that bastard Yang Mingjian is miserable hahaha!" Yang Shao forgot the pain after his scar healed, and broadcast the follow-up to his friends: "He thought about it in the middle of the night when everyone was asleep. He wanted to climb over the wall and run away, but Wangcai bit his ass, and his pants were ripped apart, haha!"

Think about it!

After coming out of No. 488, Yang Mingjian has been with the Yang family for the past few days, which caused troubles. Mr. Yang asked the school for leave and locked him in the old house until his face was changed with Yang Shao's.

Of course, Yang Mingjian couldn't accept this fact. Since he returned to normal, he has tried every means to summon Grandpa Huang, trying to "change his fate against the sky" again.

"I want to know, of course there is no result." Yang Shao picked up the selfie stick, approached a small dark room on the first floor of the villa, and signaled Chu Ci to listen carefully.

Chu Ci vaguely heard Yang Mingjian's crazed and desperate cries from the narrow ventilation window——

"Let me go!!!"

"The sky is Lingling, the earth is Lingling, Grandpa Huang, Grandpa Huang will appear soon!"

"I was wrong! Come and save me, Grandpa Huang!!!"

he:"……"

Yang Shao retracted the selfie stick, and couldn't help shivering.

"It's pitiful to be pitted like this by a weasel. I'm a little embarrassed to take revenge on him."

That being said, there must be a result of Yang Mingjian's admission by cheating on Huang Daxian, otherwise it would be unfair to other students who worked hard to get into Chuhua University.

"I don't think he can even pass the midterm exam without this weasel, but it's better to cut the mess quickly."

Yang Shao told Chu Ci how Mr. Yang dealt with it——

"After the military training is over, our department will hold a preliminary test. The test is about mathematics, physics, chemistry and English. Most of them are the content learned in high school. Students with poor grades will be asked to make up the test. If they fail the test three times, they will be banned from the department. Discourage from inside."

With Yang Mingjian's education that he didn't finish his first year of high school, it seems that he was persuaded to quit.

"So, relying on the mountain to fall, relying on everyone to run, you still have to be strong to strike the iron!" Chu Ci sighed after hearing the words.

He picked up the weasel in his hand, met its innocent mung bean eyes, and confirmed his thoughts again.

It is so naive to think that a weasel can do the questions and let it hide in the body to cheat. The test will teach you how to be a human being!

……

"... Don't worry, the matter on your side is settled, and mine is also very fast, no one can escape!"

Chu Ci sat in the car and was sent to the door of No. 488 by Uncle Huang. He had Huang San'er's soul in his left hand, Huang San'er's penis in his right hand, and a large schoolbag with unknown contents on his back.

Chu Ci promised Yang Shao: "When I transform Huang Daxian, please come to No. 488 to visit!"

"...It's better to avoid it."

Although Yang Shaoren was at home, he also heard that Chu Ci was going to open a haunted house at No. 488.He has left a psychological shadow on No. 488 and Huang Daxian, thank you for your insensitivity.

"How did I hear that after the military training is over, the instructors at the Armed Police Academy next door are reluctant to part with you and invite you to their school to compete?"

"Yes," Chu Ci thought about the news that the news had probably spread, and calmly said what happened after that——

"Then I gave each of them a ticket to visit haunted house No. 488."

Boss Chu never slacked off the reputation of "Scaring You Didn't Talk About" the haunted house.

Yang Shao: "..."

He held a three-second silence for the instructors.

Chu Ci didn't realize it, and sighed to himself: "The instructors are all good people. Not only did they promise to try the thrilling level of the haunted house for me, but they also swore that they have a strong yang, and they are not afraid of being scared. Feel free to come if there are any monsters."

"Oh, by the way, Instructor Song also asked me to tell the staff of the haunted house to pay attention to safety and not to be killed by their conditioned reflex."

Yang Shao: "..."

He thought about those "weak" employees who had died once, and was speechless.

Friends, don't be so absolute, you will regret it!

·

After hanging up Yang Shao's call, Chu Ci walked into No. 488.

Zheng Lian is leading a group of ghosts to train on the second floor, working hard.Chu Ci quietly sneaked in to take a look, and then quietly backed out, not disturbing the employees who were working hard.

"Hmm... It will take some time to rebuild No. 488. We should find a chance for them to practice their skills." Chu Ci rubbed his chin.

He jotted the question down on his mental to-do list and set to work on the purpose of his trip.

Chu Ci walked up to the attic.

The attic was originally used by MLM organizations as a training room. In order to prevent being discovered by the police, the location is hidden and the sound insulation is well done. It is suitable for changing Huang San'er's soul.

With a bang, the door closed.

Except for a few ray of sunlight from the cracks in the roof, it can almost be said that you can't see your fingers here.

But it doesn't matter, Huang San'er can have night vision.

With mung bean eyes open, it saw that Chu Ci had found a mahjong table, and spread his body in a line on it.

Under Zheng Lian's control, no ghost dared to play mahjong, and a thin layer of dust fell on the table. Chu Ci picked up the weasel's big tail and wiped the dust, then slowly took out a rubber band from his pocket.

Huang San'er: "..."

It watched the big guy tie up his limbs with rubber bands and tie them to the four legs of the mahjong table. Even though he was already a ghost, he couldn't help but shiver with his tail in his arms.

This, this is not a way for a serious celestial master to change someone's soul!It's like the kind of little black clinic that practices medicine without a license!

Not to mention anything else, Huang San'er is familiar with the latter. It hangs around in the human world. When it has no money, it often plays the role of an expert in the country, puts small advertisements on telephone poles, and then rents a room to cut double eyelids. , and sometimes pad the bridge of the nose.

Huang San'er couldn't remember what kind of mentality he was at that time, anyway, now that he was lying on the operating table, Huang San'er's mood was not much better.

"Should we reconsider this plan of repairing and repairing the soul..." Huang San'er suggested to the boss tremblingly.

"Ok?"

Chu Ci was taking out the supplies needed to repair the soul from his pocket.

He first took out a scalpel purchased online and stuck it on the table.

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, swayed slightly due to human strength, making a "buzz".

Huang San'er stared at the sharp blade, swallowed her saliva, and said cowardly: "No, it's nothing."

A big guy with good features, why is he so fierce, and threatens the wolf with a knife if he disagrees with him?

It had misunderstood Chu Ci, and Chu Ci hadn't thought about it that much at all.

He thrust the scalpel into the table, and took out a disposable needle, medical gloves, and a band-aid in turn.

Huang San'er's mood was even worse.

It watched resignedly as the boss compared it with a scalpel on the top of its head, and then shaved off the hair on the top of its head.

"hiss……"

Chu Ci didn't care what Huang San'er thought, he said to himself, "Electric razors are better", then threw away the scalpel that almost scared Huang San'er to the ground, took out the needle, and gave Huang San'er Er'er's eyebrows pricked slightly.

A little blood came out.

The point between the eyebrows is connected to Tianfu, and it is the closest acupuncture point to the Niwan Palace where Tianhun lives. Once it is touched, even the separated souls will feel it, and the tip of the tail can't help but flinch.

Chu Ci caught a glimpse of Huang San'er's reaction from the corner of his eye and was unmoved.

He reached out his hand to take it out of his pocket, and a small haunted house model appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"let's start."

"Do you really want to waste precious soul fragments?" The system was a little bit reluctant, after all, every soul was saved (scared) by it and the host.

Chu Ci can fully understand the pain of cutting the heart and flesh of the system. He has long been prepared and said coldly: "Don't worry, don't we still have soul fragments (dogs)?"

"Just use that."

The soul fragments (dogs) were collected by Chu Ci when he dominated the village and ran amok. They come from his own rhubarb, Erhei from the next door, and the most vicious Sanwang at the entrance of the village.

"They are all good dogs out of a hundred..." Chu Ci sighed, took out a self-made restraining talisman, and stuck it on Huang San'er's belly.

The electric light "Zi'er" flashed, and the blue-purple arc was paralyzed, causing the weasel to twitch, tilting its head and sticking out its tongue.

"If you can't buy anesthesia, use this instead." Chu Ci caressed Huang San'er, who was overwhelmed by his own restraint talisman, and said kindly, "Don't be afraid, I will give you a makeover and add some good character."