How to Build a Haunted House

"Go straight!"

"Turn left!"

"Further 50 meters ahead, the front is here!"

Although Liang Hongzhen only visited a few times after the establishment of the memorial hall, he kept the route in the library firmly in his mind and kept pointing the direction to Uncle Huang along the way.

"Why does Classmate Chu run so fast with a person in his arms?" Although he didn't touch the ground, it was exhausting to be dragged, so he asked Uncle Huang out of breath when he rushed into the corridor.

Uncle Huang: "Well..."

He sighed: "This may be the power of love."

Mr. Liang: "???"

"Of course, there is no beautiful love between me and you," Uncle Huang immediately put Liang Hongzhen on the ground as soon as he saw the house number of "Ms. Xiao Yunlan Memorial Hall".He was afraid that Mr. Liang would think too much, so he said righteously: "If you must say it, we are just a relationship between chickens and chickens! So pure!"

"..."

"what?!!!"

Before the words were finished, the door of a reading room next to it was suddenly forcibly opened, and a man and a woman rushed out of it before recovering from the panic, and broke through. Uncle Huang dragged Mr. Liang's hand and said, "chicken and Give away the chicken", a strange look appeared on his face.

Jiang Xiaoying's eyes couldn't help switching between the honest and simple Uncle Huang and the successful Liang Hongzhen.

"Unexpectedly, the rich people nowadays are middle-aged, and they look decent on the outside, but they are so good behind the scenes..."

Before her thoughts came out from the bottom of her heart, Uncle Huang suddenly seemed to smell something bad, with his face turned to this side, bared two canine teeth, and growled angrily: "Get out of here! Let's engage in chicken customs What's the matter with you?!"

The powerful evil spirit made Jiang Xiaoying shrink back, her chest seemed to be filled with an ice cube, and she was shocked by the sudden cold, but she suddenly became sober.

"Feel sorry."

Jiang Xiaoying pulled up the photographer behind her and left.

The cameraman was still carrying the camera on his shoulders, but his expression was muddled. He was touched by Jiang Xiaoying's hand, and suddenly said: "Ahhhh!!!!"

"What's the ghost's name?" Jiang Xiaoying cursed angrily.

"I, I didn't memorize the fifth edition of Probability Theory. My brain was eaten by the librarian. He lifted my skull and ate it like a brain!"

"..."

Jiang Xiaoying didn't bother to scold the cameraman, because when she got lost in the reading room that couldn't be reached, she also thought that she ran into a librarian who likes to eat students' brains, and pushed the photographer out to let him show the way. Until now, there was a feeling like waking up from a dream.

"Those are all fake, sober up."

Just the two of them, not caring about avoiding suspicion, Jiang Xiaoying pushed the photographer into the women's bathroom, trying to pour cold water on him to wake him up.

When passing by the other end of the corridor, she took a special look at the statue of the thinker by the wall, and found that the statue remained motionless in its original posture, with its eyes closed.

"Huh, it was all an illusion before."

Jiang Xiaoying pushed the photographer under a faucet and turned on the water to the maximum. Regardless of the makeup on her face, she scooped up cold water and washed her face.

At this moment, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

The light in the bathroom was on, and the cold light of the incandescent lamp reflected every move of the two through the mirror.

From the corner of her eye, Jiang Xiaoying saw herself in the mirror raising her right hand to wipe off the water on her face.The way she wiped her face was very special. In order not to involve the skin and cause premature expression lines, she patted it dry with her fingertips from bottom to top.

"..."

There was a sudden chill in my heart, as if being blown by the cold wind of Shuodong, and fell into a freezing cold.

Jiang Xiaoying somehow recalled what Chu Ci said before.

"Also, a figure exactly like you appeared in the bathroom mirror..."

Isn't the reflection in the mirror exactly like a person?Why do you want to specifically mention it as one of the campus horror stories together with the tearful portrait, the peeping sculpture, and the reading room that you can't get out of?

Jiang Xiaoying was puzzled at the time, but now she understands.

Lifting his head inch by inch, he could almost hear the "click" sound from the stiff neck.She knew without looking that she was right-handed, and the right hand was also raised to wipe her face.

The expression on Jiang Xiaoying's face kept changing, and finally stopped at a terrified stare.

The person in the mirror suddenly raised the corners of his lips and gave her a happy smile.

With a "snap", the bathroom door closed automatically without wind.

The woman in the mirror is over 30 years old, but her appearance is still fresh and youthful, like a girl of seventeen or eighteen.

She giggled, shook her head desperately, and stretched out her hand to Jiang Xiaoying who was holding an amber pendant on her chest.

Don't run, let's play together.

mom.

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"Ahhhhh!!!"

Liang Hongzhen heard a woman screaming from the end of the corridor again.

He and Uncle Huang were passing through the bench at the end of the memorial hall, walking carefully in the aisle that could only accommodate two people side by side.

The hall in front of me is leaning against the outer wall of the library, with four curved floor-to-ceiling windows on the left hand side, and a gorgeous chandelier hanging above the head. The windows should be clean and well-lit.

But the velvet curtains on the wall are drawn all the year round, the thick black fabric blocks the sunlight tightly, the crystal chandelier is covered with dust, the switch does not respond at all, and the whole hall has the same oppressive and stale atmosphere as its name , as if about to die soon.

Liang Hongzhen squinted his eyes and tried his best to look into the darkness, but he didn't see the shadows of Chu Ci and Mr. Shen.

The surrounding walls are hung with portraits of Xiao Yunlan during his lifetime. When he was groping forward, he suddenly had the illusion of being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

Liang Hongzhen's heart beat faster and he felt a little breathless.

The scream coming from a corridor was a bit distorted, but it still made Liang Hongzhen jump. His forward leg stopped, and his knee hit the bench. The dull sound echoed in the auditorium.

"What's wrong with them?"

Seeing Uncle Huang looking over in the dark with his ginger-yellow cold eyes shining like a wild animal, Liang Hongzhen couldn't lose face and found himself a step down.

"Do you think you are a screaming chicken after the man screams and the woman screams?"

"Shh."

Uncle Huang put his index finger on his lips, moved his nose, and said coldly: "People who have done evil, of course, will be haunted by Yin Qi in this environment, not to mention..."

"what?"

Just as Liang Hongzhen became interested, Uncle Huang said, "Sir!"

Following his cry, it was as if a layer of fog had been lifted in front of him.

There was a "chi" sound at the front of the auditorium, and the lights lit up.

Liang Hongzhen thought he had misread it. He raised his head and saw a black and white portrait hanging condescendingly in the center. Hundreds of white candles were lit on the candelabra on both sides, and the flickering light shone on the portrait. It is clearly a warm candlelight, but somehow it makes people feel cold.

"Don't stand still." Chu Ci waved at him from the front, "Where's the nail I asked you to take?"

"it's here."

It is much more convenient to have light. Liang Hongzhen trotted over and saw Chu Ci stepping on the table where the sacrifices were placed, jumped up, and took off his mother's portrait.

He said to Liang Hongzhen: "We have to find Ms. Xiao first...it's all up to you."

"I?"

Time was limited, before he could ask any questions, Shen Yan said, "Stretch out your hand."

Liang Hongzhen obeyed his words unconditionally.Shen Yan picked up the coffin nail that he had been protecting in his arms, and stabbed Liang Hongzhen's index finger.

"hiss."

Under the action of spiritual power, the bland tip opened a bloody hole.

"The situation is limited, Mr. Liang, please work hard, and then get the tetanus vaccine when you go back." Chu Ci may have formed a habit of training employees, and he has not forgotten to carry forward the spirit of service at this time.

He handed over the portrait of himself in his arms, and let it fall on the portrait before the blood dripped down, like a tear of blood.

"People can't distinguish their own situation after a new death, and generally linger in places they were familiar with in life, such as portraits, coffins, and urns, where there may be a trace of remnant souls." Chu Ci whispered, Afraid of disturbing something.

After the blood drops fell, they did not stay on the outer glass surface, but disappeared little by little, as if being sucked in by the portrait.

In the photo, Xiao Yunlan's black pupils were suddenly covered with blood.

At this time-

With a "bang", the glass exploded, and the sharp fragments scattered, leaving deep marks embedded in the seat.

"careful!"

Chu Ci pushed Shen Yan back, most of the glass shards were blocked by his and Shen Yan's spiritual power, but a small part pierced through the invisible barrier and attacked his face and body.

A safety talisman on his body suddenly became hot.

Chu Ci: "..."

Shen Yan's eyes turned sharp, and the spiritual power around him swayed, and the orange-red flame burned all the glass fragments around him into a liquid state.

Shen Yan stretched out his hand to hold Chu Ci's shoulder and told him to turn around, but he didn't move.

"what happened?"

"It's okay," Chu Ci covered his face, feeling a deep resentment coming from the ground, faintly connected with the portrait.

He followed the direction of resentment: "let's go."

However, Shen Yan's actions were surprisingly tough.

"Let me take a look," he said.

"It's really okay!" Chu Ci was in a hurry, he ran two steps forward like a rabbit, but he didn't expect Brother Tianqing to be so strong when he was serious, and he actually grabbed his hand and imprisoned him in his arms.

Shen Yan knew Chuci's strength well, and didn't think anything would happen to him at first, but his little fiancé's previous reaction made him a little more worried.

Mr. Shen, who has always been calm and won't give a single glance when the sky falls, finally knows what a sweetheart is.

Even if there was a cut on his body, it would be as thrilling and menacing as the rupture of the aorta of the heart.

"Good boy, I'll just take a look." Shen Yan didn't care about the occasion, and used his back to block Uncle Huang and Liang Hongzhen's eyes, and gently raised Chu Ci's face.

He has already simulated many bad scenarios in his mind, such as glass shards scratching his little fiancé's face, scratching his forehead, or shards piercing his skin and needing to be dealt with.

However, the only unexpected thing is——

Chu Ci's face was unscathed, but his black eyes were covered with mist from anxiety.

He opened his mouth, the corners of his eyes flushed because of patience, and his demeanor looked very attractive to Shen Yan, his fiancé.

Then he opened his mouth and said, "Geek."

Shen Yan: "..."

Uncle Huang: "..."

Liang Hongzhen: "..."

Liang Hongzhen poked Uncle Huang: "Is it a special tradition in your family to be obsessed with chickens?"

Chu Ci: "Shut up, no!"

Holding the portrait in his arms, he walked towards a certain corner of the auditorium, and said fiercely to Shen Yan: "I said don't look at it, but you insist."

"Cuckoo."

"..."

Mr. Shen, who didn't even frown even if the sky fell, finally broke through when his fiancé made the second crow, coughed lightly, and covered the smile on his lips with the back of his hand.

……

Chu Ciqi was neither angry nor angry, but in the end he still couldn't bear to murder Tianqing's brother, and deluded himself to find the source of his resentment.

"Hurry up and keep up!"

Although the memorial hall Mr. Liang built for his wife was very large, it was only about a hundred square meters. He stopped and walked, and Chu Ci quickly placed the portrait on a seat to the right of the center.

"Is it here?"

The portrait fell on the seat, and Xiao Yunlan in the middle of the photo suddenly rolled a tear of blood from his eyes.

The next moment, there was a "boom", the same as before, but the infinitely stronger black air wrapped in soaring blood and resentment, lifted the seat far away, and "bang" smashed it sixty meters away.

Yin Qi raged in the auditorium, uprooting rows of seats.

Amidst the movement that seemed to be demolishing the house, Liang Hongzhen suddenly said with a loud voice: "That's right! This is here! I remembered!"

"Mom likes watching dramas very much. When I was a child, my father often booked tickets to take us to the Chuhua Grand Theater. The seat he booked most was the central seat in the third row!"

Chu Ci: "You can shut up, which pot is not open and which pot to carry."

Before the words were finished, black air hovered over the crumpled portrait for a moment, and a woman with the same face as the portrait suddenly walked out of the bottomless darkness as thick as ink.

She was wearing a blood-colored long dress, and her eyes were full of madness and tyranny.

With a wave of his hand, Liang Hongzhen was slapped on the wall on one side. The loud noise made the portraits on the wall jump and some of them fell off.

"Mom..." He ignored his glasses that were tilted to one side, tried to get up, and shouted at the woman.

The female ghost didn't even glance at him, she waved her hand again, and Liang Hongzhen passed out directly. If Uncle Huang hadn't rushed over to lift the back of his head, he might even have died.

Blood dripped from the top of his head, ran through his black hair, and left several marks on his forehead.

A longing for blood appeared on Xiao Yunlan's face, and a few wisps of scarlet evil spirit floated from her cuffs. After stopping for a while on top of Liang Hongzhen's head, she began to absorb his blood, even after the blood from the wound was sucked dry. He began to absorb life force from Liang Hongzhen's body.

Seeing that Mr. Liang was about to be sucked and fucked by his biological mother whom he hadn't seen for 30 years, Chu Ci couldn't bear it.

At this moment, a beam of bright flames burst from existence to nothingness, bursting into magnificent light, instantly igniting the evil spirit floating in the air, and using this as fuel, it spread rapidly, covering a large area next to it in a majestic atmosphere. in the light.

"Oh?"

Entangled in chains of flames, the female ghost was forced to turn her head and look at Shen Yan.

She licked her lips: "You look delicious..."

"You are delicious!"

Chu Ci was in a hurry, thinking that there was Jiang Xiaoying in the front and Xiao Yunlan in the back, no matter where Brother Tianqing went, he would be targeted by these women (female ghosts) with ulterior motives.

He was originally standing behind Shen Yan's side, but the female ghost noticed him as soon as he made a sound.

The rare physique born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, and a cloudy day not only enables Chu Ci to manipulate Yin Qi and get close to ordinary ghosts, but it is also a good sacrifice in the eyes of some ghosts who have fallen into evil ways.

The corners of Xiao Yunlan's gorgeous lips curled up like a poisonous mandala.

The madness in her eyes did not diminish at all, and she even admitted: "I was wrong, you are more attractive than him."

"Let's start with you," the bloody aura that was worse than before swooped in from all directions, almost drowning Chu Ci.

Xiao Yunlan suddenly appeared behind him, with terrifying greed and appetite in his scarlet eyes.

"I'm going to tear you up, every inch of your skin and bones, and then swallow you in my stomach!"

The author has something to say:

Female ghost: This heart is mine.

Shen Yan: I have a marriage contract.

Ghost King: No, it's mine.

Shen Yan: I have a marriage contract.

Ghost King: It's fine to grab a man with a wild man, but you want to grab a man with a wild woman? !What are you guys!Get the hell out of here!

Shen Yan: But I have a marriage contract.

The ghost king was furious: Marriage contract, marriage contract, do you think I don't have one? !

Chu Ci: ...

How many families did my grandfather betroth me to? ? ?