How to Build a Haunted House

"Okay."

Senior Congyun was as talkative as ever, and after getting her affirmative answer, the corners of Chu Ci's mouth slightly raised a little, like a little fox who stole a chicken.

Before Shen Yan looked at him, he suppressed the secret joy in his heart, coughed lightly, and said solemnly: "Okay, let's go."

·

The process of removing the Soul Locking Nail was not smooth.

Because the feng shui master who instigated Liang's father hid it well enough, even Chu Ci and Shen Yan couldn't use spiritual power to detect more things, so they could only use the most time-consuming and labor-intensive method to search inch by inch in the small building.

In a small building covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters, trying to find a black spike the size of a broad bean with the naked eye is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Chu Ci separated from Shen Yan, Uncle Huang, Mr. Liang and the bodyguards, turned on the flashlight, and groped carefully on the ground and walls.

The small building has been built for more than 30 years. The outer wall skin has been mottled and peeled off over time, the floor is old, and the aging walls are cracked and cracked, mixed with dust and stains, which makes it more difficult to find.

Everyone searched the dark and damp second floor inch by inch, starting from the stairs, and slowly walked through empty classrooms.

The teaching building has long been abandoned, and there is a desolate atmosphere stagnant in the air. In some classrooms, there are messy and weird patterns drawn with chalk on the blackboards, and the same oil paint is sprayed on the walls. Presumably, it has become a secret base for some students.

Chu Ci walked all the way in the empty corridor, the sunlight shone obliquely into the classroom through the half-closed window, and the light and shadow refracted through the dust seemed illusory and real.

The sound of "da da" footsteps echoed in the corridor, and an indescribable feeling emerged in my heart, as if I was stepping into the dark old time step by step.

"Don't worry." Shen Yan said suddenly.

Orange flames emerged from his shoulders, circling around the empty classroom, leaving traces of radiance.

With a "chih", the dust dispersed in a panic, as if something invisible in the air was ignited by the fire and turned into fuel.

Chu Ci stared at the magnificent fire, only to realize that the time on the watch had passed 5 minutes, and he had just checked a small area at the door.

"what is this?"

He shifted his gaze to Shen Yan.

The orange-red fire was reflected in Shen Yan's eyes, and there seemed to be another cluster of flames burning quietly in the amber pupils, facing the flames in the room far away.

"It's resentment." Shen Yan said.

"resentment?"

Chu Ci stretched out his hand, and the invisible wind swirled around his palm, stirring up a trace of dust, but there was no yin energy condensed into his palm.

Where there is light, there is darkness. This kind of excessively clean situation is obviously abnormal, but it was ignored by him before.

"The situation is not right," Shen Yan frowned, "All the Yin energy around here is attracted to the ground, so you can't see anything during the day, but if it's night..."

When the night falls and the yin qi becomes stronger, especially at midnight, this small building will attract all the yin qi around it like a magnet, and even affect the nearby magnetic field, amplifying the evil thoughts in people's hearts, making people behave like usual. won't do.

Chu Ci suddenly thought of Liu Si who he met in front of the activity building that day.

No wonder these buildings were all abandoned later. Some horror stories that had been circulated in the campus for a long time vaguely recalled in his mind. Just the resentment left behind can affect a person's mind, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid the situation of this feng shui formation is even more severe than imagined before. Thinking about the worst, the formation left by the feng shui master can no longer completely restrain the ghosts who were suppressed underground. She can leak her resentment during the day and affect the building There is no telling when the students will break out and start killing.

"Oh." Chu Ci agreed, calmed down, and groped the mottled and peeling wall inch by inch.

A question that had just arisen was pushed back to the bottom of his heart.

——Since the mobile haunted house is also one of the eyes, why didn't he notice something wrong after driving the haunted house for two days?Even the tourists who came and went were not affected by the resentment.

And if the ghost king didn't appear sooner or later, why did he appear next to the formation of Chuhua University at this time?

After thinking about it, Chu Ci didn't tell Shen Yan about this right now. He glanced at Liang Hongzhen who was at the side, and decided to find a place where no one was around to explain the situation to Brother Tianqing in private.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, his sixth sense made Chuci want to believe that the ghost king came to Chuhua University not to harm anyone.

This mysterious ghost always seemed to be shrouded in a layer of mist, and his words and actions always made Chu Ci feel a sense of familiarity and inexplicable trust in him.

……

This is not good, Chu Ci turned his head and glanced at brother Tianqing to wash his eyes.

His eyes flicked inch by inch from the handsome side face, as if gently stroking.

"cough."

The energy tank in my heart was filled immediately, and it rose to the top with a "pop", as if a pink heart could still emerge.

Before being caught by Shen Yan, Chu Ci turned around and carefully examined a crack on the wall, pretending nothing happened.

Shen Yan turned her head, only to see the red tips of her little fiance's black hair.

He said to Uncle Huang, "Have you seen it clearly?"

"what?"

"When I go back, draw a small portrait of me in the same pose as before, and then give it to Chu Ci as his 18th birthday present."

He just needs to look at me.

Uncle Huang: "..."

I'm just a Huang Daxian who works for others in a big city. Why should I bear so many lemons that a weasel should not bear.

He: "Crack."

The smell of this dog food is sour.

After a while, Shen Yan inspected half of the classroom, caught a glimpse of the complicated and tangled expression on Uncle Huang's face, and said casually, "I'll give you a salary increase next month."

"what?"

"Also, Li Sheng from Hong Kong Island told me a few days ago that he bought two pairs of 'Feyelengu' from abroad, which is also called 'Flying Dragon' in the Han population, also called 'Flower Tail Hazel Chicken'. I heard that They are very rare and the quality of the meat is not bad, I asked him to leave a pair for you..."

"..."

Uncle Huang was silent for a moment, then raised his head solemnly, and asked Shen Yan with an attitude of exchanging important national affairs: "Sir, what size do you want for the small portrait? Otherwise, I will draw two for Young Master Chu, a 42-inch sticker On the bedside, another three-inch one to carry with you?"

"can."

Shen Yan nodded almost invisibly, with a satisfied expression.

A wolf can be taught.

·

It took them about an hour to finally find the soul-locking nail that had been driven deep into the wall of the penultimate classroom.

There was also a layer of wall covering on the outside of the nails. If it hadn't been too long, the wall covering would be mottled, and it would be impossible to detect it with the naked eye.

"How do I get this out?"

When Liang Hongzhen saw the coffin nail that restrained his mother, his mood fluctuated violently. He eagerly reached out and pulled it out twice, only to find that the nail had been driven deep into the inner side of the concrete wall, and it was impossible to remove it by ordinary methods.

"What about the tools?"

The bodyguard opened his wallet and took out a Swiss Army knife from his waist.

Liang Hongzhen stabbed the knife blade into the wall vigorously and pried it repeatedly, not caring that the wall ash stained his hair, cuffs and expensive suits, making his cherished image very embarrassing.

His breathing echoed in the classroom.

At this time, Chu Ci and Huang Shu came over.

"Step aside."

Uncle Huang glanced at Mr., and after getting a positive look, he stretched out his hand and pushed Liang Hongzhen aside.

"you……"

Liang Hongzhen was a little displeased at first, but then he saw the unattractive middle-aged man's fingers bent, his nails stretched, and his hands became like animal claws, and then dug deeply into the wall.

"Hi!"

Uncle Huang was angry at his dantian, and with a force, the wall that couldn't be pried away with a Swiss army knife before was like a small biscuit under his claws, and a hole was pulled out with a few "clicks".

Uncle Huang pinched the soul-lock nail in the center with two fingers. Seeing the blood-red rust marks on the surface, he flinched and threw it to Liang Hongzhen as if holding some hot potato.

"Sir!" He called Shen Yan.

Liang Hongzhen held the spikes at a loss, and looked at Shen Yan with Uncle Huang.

Shen Yan said: "This nail has imprisoned Ms. Xiao for many years, and it has long been connected with her by blood. Mr. Liang just needs to hold it."

Then he took out a kit from his body, took out one of the dozens of jade beads inside, wrote an exorcism spell on the surface with spiritual power, put it into a fist-sized hole on the wall, and pressed it on the original soul lock nail. position.

"This is……"

Seeing this, Liang Hongzhen couldn't help but ask, "This is?"

Shen Yan understood that he was a little frightened because of his mother's experience, and replied: "The bloody aura in the ground is too heavy, I will use spiritual weapons to suppress it for now, and after flattening the original Feng Shui formation, I will use these to suppress it." Use the spiritual weapon as the foundation to build a new formation to dissolve the grievances."

"Oh." Liang Hongzhen nodded while holding the nail, "How much money is needed, I will pay from my personal charity foundation."

Shen Yan glanced at him, and could see a faint golden halo on the center of Liang Hongzhen's brows, which is what people who often do good deeds will have.

He didn't say much, "Let's go, go to the second building."

·

With the first experience, the process of finding the second Soul Locking Nail went much smoother.

Shen Yan first used the yang fire to dispel the yin energy on the third floor, and then several people fumbled inch by inch.

"Here!" Chu Ci said.

Liang Hongzhen looked up and saw Mr. Shen's little boyfriend stacking two desks together. He himself climbed onto the desk at some point, tiptoed to search and search on the roof, and finally found it from above the incandescent lamp. A bumpy nail mark.

"Bring me the knife."

Liang Hongzhen glanced behind him. Mr. Shen and Uncle Huang were still in the classroom next door, and it would take time to rush over, so he lifted his suit trouser legs and prepared to climb up the table without any complaints.

"No need." Chu Ci saw Mr. Liang's movements out of the corner of his eye, and waved his hands condescendingly.

He said, "Stay away, don't get hit."

what?

Liang Hongzhen was puzzled when he saw Chu Ci take out something from his pocket.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist, with a "boom".

The sharp corner of the object in his hand knocked against the hard concrete wall, "crash", the chandelier and the surrounding ceiling shook for a while, and the white wall skin fell down, as if it had been frightened by the rain.

With the help of bodyguards, Liang Hongzhen hid by the wall and took off his suit to cover his head.

I saw Chu Ci "boom, boom" a few more times in the sunlight outside the window, then patted his clothes, propped up the table with his left hand, and jumped off from a height of more than two meters.

He threw the black spike in his hand towards Liang Hongzhen: "Take it."

Liang Hongzhen: "..."

He took the Soul Lock Nail, watched as Mr. Shen's little boyfriend easily smashed a fist-sized hole in the ceiling with his bare hands, stuffed a house model for smashing the wall into his arms, and then looked at the boy with a nonchalant expression. Mr. Shen who entered the classroom greeted him.

"found it?"

"found it."

Shen Yan looked at the ceiling: "Does your hand hurt?"

"Fortunately."

"Let Uncle Huang come next time."

"Oh."

Mr. Shen didn't care about the little boy friend's expression of "I said so but I don't intend to do it". He shook hands with him and wrapped him with his own.

What was wrapped... was the hand that almost smashed through the floor with a punch just now.

Liang Hongzhen looked at the two of them with a little horror, as if seeing the cold and high-spirited Mr. Shen falling in love with an atomic bomb.

"..."

Uncle Huang happened to pass by and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

"Used to it."

·

"Let's go."

The second soul-locking nail was also found, and things went smoothly as expected. Chu Ci took Shen Yan's hand and walked happily in the grove.

The environment here is fresh and there are few pedestrians. It has always been a holy place for couples to talk about love. Although they are doing business at this time, it does not prevent Chuci from having the illusion of secretly dating on campus behind the teacher's back.

"Crack——"

The footsteps stepped on the fallen poplar leaves, and the crushed leaves made a crisp sound, paving a green path under the feet.

Chu Ci took the other hand and walked all the way, feeling as if he was participating in the life of brother Tianqing's small courtyard, and together with him made up for the ten years they had missed.

He was in a happy mood and wished he could hum a song. If it wasn't for Mr. Liang's anxiety behind him, he simply hoped that this road would never come to an end.

behind -

"This way."

Uncle Huang dutifully stood between Mr. Chu, Mr. Chu and Mr. Liang, and set aside a small world for them that belonged only to two people.

"They...have always been like this?" Liang Hongzhen took off his suit and hugged two heavy coffin nails, looking at Mr. Shen's back in disbelief.

"Yes." Uncle Huang nodded, showing pride: "Sir and Young Master Chu grew up together, and their relationship has always been very good."

Mr. Liang couldn't help but recall his childhood sweetheart's parents.

He said: "That's great."

There is no envy in the voice.

It would be great if time could always be frozen in the moment of the strongest emotion, never fading, like a red rose that is always bright and warm.

It's a pity that no matter how bright the rose is, it will wither eventually, and the cinnabar mole will always turn into mosquito blood, and be replaced by a more lively and youthful white rose.Once the deep love is lost, it will often become a deeper hatred, torturing each other until death.

Filing appeared in his eyes, and he hugged the spike in his arms tightly, not daring to think about it anymore.

At this time, the fallen leaves under the feet suddenly surged, making a "crash" sound, and lifted upwards against the natural gravity.

The black air engulfed the leaves, and it soared into the sky like a giant dragon in scales. The dragon's head hit Liang Hongzhen's arms, and its huge mouth opened, reaching for the two coffin nails in his arms.

"careful!"

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Uncle Huang knocked Liang Hongzhen away, and the two rolled on the ground in embarrassment, avoiding the sudden attack.

Shen Yan turned around, and the orange-red flames disappeared in a flash, rolling up gorgeous flames at the place where Liang Hongzhen stayed just now, and burned the black dragon into a pile of dead branches and leaves.

However, the yin under the woods did not stop, and the sound of "swirling" could be heard in the whole forest, and the leaves were surging, like countless spring bamboo shoots being jointed under the bamboo forest, which made people feel chills.

Chu Ci looked down at his watch: "It's only four o'clock."

It's not yet the time for yin and yang to alternate.

"How could this be?"