How to Build a Haunted House

The matter has come to this point, and it is meaningless to pursue it further.

Chu Ci and Shen Yan looked at each other, and they joined hands to block the gloomy air behind them, and said, "Run!"

Uncle Huang glanced at the handmade Oxford leather shoes on Liang Hongzhen's feet: "Tsk, trouble."

He pulled up First Young Master Liang who was still sitting on the ground: "Stand firm."

"what?"

"Go away!"

In the next second, Liang Hongzhen's body lightened, and he had the illusion of flying through the clouds. His elbows were lifted by Uncle Huang, and he stepped on the fallen leaves and floated more than ten meters away without his feet touching the ground.

Not even the well-trained bodyguards caught up with them both.

Liang Hongzhen: "Thank you, thank you."

This speed has caught up with the Olympic 100-meter champion, right?

"You're welcome." The middle-aged man next to him, who was not amazing but possessed great skills, grinned, his eyes gleaming.

He touched his nose: "If you really want to thank you, just send me back."

"what?"

Mr. Liang opened his eyes wide, almost thinking that Uncle Huang was talking about something unsuitable for children.

Fortunately, Uncle Huang added a patch later: "If you want authentic free-range chickens from the farm, you can't eat feed, that's purely fooling people."

"...Don't worry." Liang Hongzhen wiped his sweat.

He thought to himself: Those who can follow Mr. Shen are indeed not ordinary people.

At this moment, Chu Ci: "Be careful!"

Liang Hongzhen turned his face sideways, and saw that the woods behind him were covered with a layer of dark mist, making three or four o'clock in the afternoon as gloomy as dusk.

Several streams of black air struggled out of the ground under the cover of the leaves, twisted their bodies, and kept fleeing in all directions, about to rush out of this small forest.

A little fire appeared on Shen Yan's fingertips, and he drew a few golden characters in the air out of thin air.

In the next second, the characters are elongated and nested, turning into a glowing wall, imprisoning the yin circle in it.

Liang Hongzhen and the bodyguard looked at the scene like a 3D magic blockbuster, horrified, and forgot to speak for a moment.

The yin energy like trapped animals in the cage did not give up. They found that they could not get rid of Shen Yan's spiritual power, so they merged into one and turned into a thick and thick dragon. , looking down at the five people in the woods coldly.

Liang Hongzhen met the pair of dragon eyes full of murderous intent, and couldn't help shivering for a while, almost thinking that it had its own thinking.

"I, what should we do now?" He almost couldn't even hold the coffin nails in his arms, and asked Uncle Huang beside him with shaking hands.

"Don't worry," Uncle Huang looked relaxed and casual, and even took out a vacuum-packed chicken drumstick from his pocket, "Young Master Chu is here."

What can he do?He is not yet a freshman, do you want him to slay dragons?There is no law on the protection of minors!Liang Hongzhen almost roared angrily.

At this moment, the black dragon formed by the condensed Yin Qi suddenly let out a sharp and long howl.

Immediately, it struggled violently in the air, and the pain could be seen with the naked eye.

Liang Hongzhen widened his eyes in shock, and saw that the black air lurking under the leaves was locked in the center by orange-red flames, bound layer by layer, like a giant dragon imprisoned by iron chains, and Mr. Shen's little boyfriend was putting his palm on the dragon's head.

Countless black mist steamed from the dragon's body, rushing in his palm, but that white hand seemed to contain some powerful power, despite the black mist raging, it always locked them firmly in the palm , continuously condensed and compressed, and finally turned into a black gem with restrained brilliance.

Stuffing the crystal of Yin Qi back into his pocket, Chu Ci was about to take a breath, but suddenly the weakening black dragon suddenly released two bloody lightning bolts from his eyes, piercing through the barrier and rushing towards the stunned Mr. Liang.

"Go away!"

Uncle Huang threw a chicken leg to block a bolt of lightning, but it was too late for the other bolt. His five fingers turned into sharp claws, and just as he was about to block Liang Hongzhen, he suddenly heard a "ding".

The sound was as slight as hitting a piano key, but it rang in Liang Hongzhen's heart like Hong Zhong Dalu.

"Mom..." he said suddenly.

A soul-locking nail in his arms broke silently, and there seemed to be a sigh in the air. Liang Hongzhen subconsciously reached out to grab it, but he didn't catch anything.

With a sound of "poof", the chicken leg thrown by Uncle Huang quickly rotted in mid-air, dried up, as if it had been sucked out of all vitality, and turned into a cloud of black dust.

"Let's go quickly!" The Yin Qi behind him had been temporarily suppressed. Chu Ci glanced at Mr. Liang who was holding the coffin nails in a daze, and said with a frown, "The seal is released!"

"Isn't that right?"

"What's good? After being sealed underground and entangled with resentment for so long, Mrs. Liang has lost her mind long ago. Do you want to see her use Chuhua University as a fish pond and start a bloody massacre?

Liang Hongzhen shook.

Shen Yan said: "The seal can only last for a stick of incense, it's too late, go to the library first."

Without further ado, Uncle Huang picked up Liang Hongzhen and ran. Liang Hongzhen couldn't help but regret that he didn't exercise much for business these years, which made his start a bit weak.

"..."

With the two of them demonstrating in front, Chu Ci had a flash of inspiration and turned his gaze to Brother Tianqing.

"What?"

Chu Ci smiled, with a sly look in his eyes.

"There is only one incense stick, so don't care about those details."

Shen Yan: "..."

In the next second, the body vacated.

The familiar scent of medicine lingered in his nose, Chu Ci tightened his arms and ran even harder.

·

"Students, we finally competed for 7 winners in the last game. In the next round, 7 of the 4 will be eliminated. Three winners will be selected to compete for the top three in this game. Now, please Jiang The host will draw the topic for the last game for us!"

Amid the applause, the beautiful hostess, who looked like a college student, reached into the lottery box and took out a wax ball.

Smiling, she squeezed the wax ball open and showed it to the crowd.

"The topic of the last round is, memory competition!"

"The host please enter the library, take out the second book on the first row of shelves in the second borrowing room, and let our seven contestants recite it by dictation!"

As the music sounded, Jiang Xiaoying stepped off the stage in high heels and walked to the library only ten meters away from the South Square. The photographers invited by the student union followed behind her with a camera on their shoulders.

She smiled perfectly and waved back as she walked through the door.

The reporter behind him staggered.

"what happened?"

"I don't know." The reporter looked at his feet: "Strange, why did I feel like I was tripped just now?"

It was as if some invisible force was pulling his ankles and dragging him to the ground.

The smile on Jiang Xiaoying's face froze, and her brows furrowed indistinctly.

She held the amber-shaped pendant on her chest, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Don't be naughty."

……

the other side.

Chu Ci hugged Brother Tianqing, feeling the wind in his footsteps.

He ran into the South Plaza and rushed to the library.

"Why do I seem to see a man hugging another man?" On the square, a student looking around asked.

"No, you read it wrong."

Chu Ci has already flashed into the main entrance of the library like flying.

Uncle Huang was originally following behind him, but because Liang Hongzhen was heavier, he fell behind by a few meters.

So, the former student jumped up and pointed——

"Look, I just said that the two men hugged each other!"

"Hey, really!"

Liang Hongzhen silently covered his face while listening to the rumors coming from afar.

He felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life as he is today.

Uncle Huang didn't care, and felt that he had lost money by running so fast: "In today's situation, how much more do you pay me?"

Liang Hongzhen was so full of melancholy that he was ashamed by "□□": "Shut up!"

Have you no shame?

Carrying Young Master Liang on his back and rushing into the library, Uncle Huang rushed to the place with the most yin energy.

What shame does a weasel need?Chicken is enough!

……

"Go straight, turn left, we're here."

Chu Ci ignored the rules of keeping quiet in the library, and ran all the way with Shen Yan in his arms.

Fortunately, because the South Plaza is too busy today, there are almost no people in the reading rooms on the floors below.

He ran all the way to the gate of Xiao Yunlan's memorial hall, put Shen Yan down, and gasped for breath on his knees.

"arrive."

"Let's go……"

Voices came from the reading room next to it, and the sound of high-heeled shoes clattered in the corridor. Chu Ci turned his head and saw Jiang Xiaoying talking with the cameraman and walked out of the reading room.

"You are……"

She caught a glimpse of Chu Ci and Shen Yan's appearance, her eyes lit up, and she beckoned the cameraman to take more shots.

"Hello, classmates. We are the program team of the Happy Challenge. We are filming at Chuhua University. Are the two students interested in being the challenge guests in the next session?"

Normally, Chuci still wanted to see if Brother Tianqing would take another look at Jiang Xiaoying, but now time was running out, he had no interest in the "straight male killer" at all, and refused, saying, "We have other things to do."

"It won't waste too much time. Don't the two students want to be on TV?" Jiang Xiaoying saw the appearance of these two boys and knew that they would bring more discussion to the show. She didn't want to let go of this opportunity and reached out her hand Touched the pendant on his chest.

The next moment, Chu Ci keenly noticed that the surrounding atmosphere became oppressive and chaotic, as if something was impatiently trying to get out of its shackles.

"I don't want to." He refused straight away, and kindly reminded: "Our school's library is not safe. There are many scary legends circulating in the memorial hall on the first floor. If there is nothing wrong, you should leave quickly."

"Is there any horror story?" Jiang Xiaoying touched the pendant again, chatting unrelentingly.

"For example, the portraits that shed blood and tears at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the endless reading room, the librarian who will take out your brain and eat you if you can't recite the book, the statue that opens your eyes to peep while people are not paying attention, the mirror in the toilet A figure exactly like you appeared..." Chu Ci made up random things.

"What's so scary about this?" The photojournalist behind him trembled while holding the camera, but Jiang Xiaoying looked at Chu Ci with a smile: "I have always been bold, and I don't believe these campus rumors."

"Really?" Chu Ci wanted to say something more, but Shen Yan glanced at Jiang Xiaoying displeased.

"Go." He pulled up Chu Ci and walked into the memorial hall at the end of the corridor.

"Teacher Jiang..." The cameraman and Jiang Xiaoying were left outside the door, a little embarrassed.

"Or, let's go out, we're still waiting outside."

"Wait a minute." Jiang Xiaoying glanced at the words "Ms. Xiao Yunlan Memorial Hall" in disbelief, and pushed open the shaking door in front of her.

The next moment, she and the cameraman froze in place.

"This……"

The cameraman felt a chill in his heart, and his sixth sense felt a chill, like a prey being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Just after he came out of the borrowing room, he was sure that this was the scene in the second reading room, even the second book on the first row of bookshelves was exactly the same.

Jiang Xiaoying looked down at the "The Fifth Edition of Probability Theory" in her hand, and could hardly keep the smile on her face.

The space of the reading room in front of you seems to be extended by some kind of force, and you can't see the edge at a glance. The tall bookshelves lined up with the squares on the chess board are daunting.

"A reading room without end?"

Just as Jiang Xiaoying said something to herself, she suddenly felt like she was being watched by something.

"Come and see!" The cameraman screamed that the cat's tail had been stepped on. He played back the recordings left by the camera. The two saw the statue of the thinker who visited at the end of the corridor opened his eyes at some point, and the eyeballs moved. Looking at their anxiety and uneasiness quietly, the corners of their mouths seemed to rise a little.

A statue that opens its eyes to peep while people are not paying attention.

"Hee hee hee..." There seemed to be a child's laughter in the air, which could hardly be traced.

Let's play together.

……

At the same time, the Ghost King who was sitting outside the door of "Scare You Didn't Discuss" suddenly stood up.

He looked at the shivering employee next to him. After the last experiencer walked out of the haunted house, he suddenly stuffed the ticket into the drawer and stuffed the last toffee into his mouth.

"Closed today!"

"what?!"

Regardless of the students who had been queuing for hours behind and complaining for an explanation, the ghost king pushed the poor employees out to apologize one by one, and strode into the small building by himself.

When passing by the fortune talisman drawn by Chu Ci himself, he stretched out his arm, tore off the yellow talisman paper, folded it, and put it in his arms.

The black T-shirt and jeans gradually moved forward with the steps, and turned into a black robe, the hem of which was raised in the darkness.

Countless yin and resentment entangled his body like a tired bird returning to its nest, and the aura around him seemed to be constantly rising.

There was a sneer on the corner of his lips, and he glanced in a certain direction to the north, his gaze seemed to be facing a certain corner of the library through the void.

Then, a sneer echoed in the darkness, with a coldness that Chu Ci had never felt from the King of Ghosts.

"Steal someone with me, are you worthy?"