How to Build a Haunted House

Liang Yiming wanted to escape and run, but in the end he could only obsessively follow Xiao Yunlan's waving motion and walk to the side of the corpse.

"Don't hate me, don't blame me, it's all your fault!"

There still seems to be the sound of the song "The children and grandchildren will be rich and honored for thousands of years" in the air.

He sat down, gritted his teeth, took out the cloth bag given to him by the Feng Shui master from his arms, and pulled out three long black nails from it.

The dead man's skin was cold and stiff. Liang Yiming's hands trembled a little, and he had to pierce the nail several times before he could get the nail in.

He pricked three needles in Xiao Yunlan's Yintang, Tanzhong, and Zuxin respectively, and then cut off a strand of long hair near her ear with trembling hands.

Xiao Yunlan, who was dressed in red, was sitting at her feet, mockingly watching all this happen, then she stretched out her hand, and three identical nails suddenly appeared in her palm.

"Uh uh!"

Liang Yiming wanted to say "what are you going to do" but couldn't say it, in his vague voice and frightened eyes, Xiao Yunlan stuck the spike in the same place on his body as if admiring some artwork.

"To share adversity, to live and die together, isn't it?"

She clapped her hands, moved back more than ten centimeters to appreciate her achievements, and urged: "Don't just stand still, keep acting."

The muscles on Liang Yiming's face were locked tightly, and every trace of micro-expression was trembling with pain. However, with nails wedged between his brows, he was like a broken puppet. Performed one by one.

On the second day after Mrs. Liang's funeral, the middle-aged man in black visited Liang's house again.

He asked, "Has Mr. Liang made a decision?"

"It's all here." Liang Yiming's voice was hoarse, and he took the man to his study and took out the black urn.

Opening the lid of the box, three long nails were stained with fresh blood, tied with long hair, and placed on the red silk.

"very good."

The man in black showed a satisfied look: "Next, I want you to go to Chuhua University with me..."

The words fell, and the scene changed again.

Liang Hongzhen saw the familiar campus, but everything in the school seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood mist. He didn't know whether it was his own illusion or...

"It's Aunt Xiao's perspective back then." Chu Ci whispered.

The place where the Liang family donated the teaching building is still just a wasteland. The night is getting late, and the moonlight seems to have an ominous tinge of blood through the hazy clouds.

The smug laughter of the Feng Shui master came from above his head.

He strode on the wasteland with big strides, and calculated the direction several times with his right hand bent, and then his footsteps were fixed at the place where the library is now.

"Dig it for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, hundreds of ferocious ghosts jumped out from the shadow behind him. They rushed to the open space pointed by the Feng Shui master irrationally, and scratched the ground with their sharp claws. A large piece of land is like a group of excavators without emotion.

Liang Hongzhen: "..."

Chu Ci was about to complain that these ghosts didn't even draw a construction drawing, which was far worse than Zhang Daochang's group, when he suddenly saw a certain ghost screaming excitedly and floating back with something in its hands.

The strange blood color penetrated through its fingers, like flowing blood under the moonlight.

"This is..." Chu Ci's gaze froze suddenly: "Blood talisman?"

The middle-aged man in black in his memory ignored his doubts. He took the blood talisman, petted the ghost who was asking for credit like a pet, and then pulled out one from the ghost that just jumped out, threw it to it and said: " Let's eat."

Amid the screams that were hard to catch, the ghost was instantly torn into pieces, and its companion squatted on the ground, fiercely swallowing all the ghost energy into its mouth.

In this ferocious and weird scene, the man in black opened Xiao Yunlan's urn, put the blood talisman into it preciously, then touched the lid of the box like a lover, and said to himself: "The urn of pure yin Body, the refined ghost servant is definitely not comparable to these trash..."

"I have been refining this underground evil spirit for 49 years, and now I will take it out to help you."

"But you must become the ghost king in one fell swoop, and don't let me down..."

As the urn was buried deep in the ground, Xiao Yunlan's memories disappeared in darkness.

Before the figure of the man in black turned into nothingness, Chu Ci desperately tried to see his face and figure clearly, engraving all the details in his mind.

Although he didn't know who he was, Brother Tianqing's behavior of looking for the blood talisman since the reunion was obviously inseparable from the feng shui master who came to the Liang family.

And then contacted that the reason why he cheated Liang Yiming was to get a ghost king. There seemed to be some intermittent clues connected in his mind, which made Chu Ci guess.

Is the ghost king who took half of the blood talisman related to the man in black?

What relationship does he have with brother Tianqing that he doesn't know about?

Various clues are constantly generated and collided in my mind, but because there is too little evidence at present, it is still impossible to draw a conclusion for a while.

Chu Ci put aside these disturbances for the time being, and took care of the patron's father.

"Mr. Liang, are you okay?"

Liang Hongzhen was too angry to speak.

After reading the whole story, he realized that both he and his parents had fallen into the trap of the Feng Shui master.Taking advantage of the selfishness and greed of human nature, he played with the prey he had chosen recklessly, and disturbed a family that was originally cracked but barely able to maintain the harmony on the surface.

Husband and wife turn against each other, father and son are strangers.

The thick unwillingness and anger were like dark clouds, covering his eyes. He could feel that his mother who witnessed his own death process was not indifferent. Her hatred was all hidden under the calm appearance, like the surface covered with ice. The boiling water in the shell only needs a chance, and it can gushes out like magma, turning everything into ashes.

Soon, Liang Yiming personally handed this opportunity to her.

He thought that when the memory came to the end, he should end this somewhat unpleasant dream and wake up on the bed in the private ward.

However, when he closed his eyes and opened them again, the pain from the spikes wedged into his body still vividly reminded him of its existence.

The door of the ward "clicked". Against the moonlight, he saw his wife, who maintained a young appearance, with her feet off the ground, floating in the air, approaching him soundlessly.

This reminded him of the scene where Xiao Yunlan hanged himself in the bedroom, his eyes closed, still staring at the door, as if he was questioning himself.

Guilty, fearful, and extremely unpleasant.

"Get up!" Liang Yiming reached out to ring the bell beside the bed, wanting to call the nurse, but his head was in pain like a burst.

Xiao Yunlan did not stop, but quietly waited for the bell to ring.

The melodious ringtones in the past suddenly changed their tone, dumb, long, intermittent, and the ending tone changed, like a cry blown away by the wind.

The hospital bed below him suddenly sank and changed its shape, the guardrail at hand turned into a black wall, only the light above the head was injected into it, just like...

A bottomless coffin.

Liang Yiming panicked. For some reason, he could vaguely sense that if the coffin lid was closed, not only would he die, but he would also be suppressed underground for decades like Xiao Yunlan back then, unable to escape.

"Help me!" he cried.

"Yunlan! Yunlan, I didn't do it on purpose! It was that liar who lied to me! I regretted it a long time ago, really!"

Xiao Yunlan was neither happy nor sad, quietly watching the man he had loved all his life.

Only at this time did she notice that Liang Yiming's eyes were cloudy, his face was covered with wrinkles, and his once tall and straight body had become hunched.

Xiao Yunlan stretched out his hand and touched the nail between his eyebrows.

"You're going to die."

The soul of life has been stained with gray gas. Even if he lives in the best hospital, surrounded by the best doctors and nurses, and spends a lot of medical expenses like water, he can't live for three months.

"But I love you so much, how can I let you die so easily?"

The lid was closed.

Xiao Yunlan said: "I have devoured the bloody aura underground in Chuhua University, but the resentment accumulated over the years cannot be appeased, if this continues, I may cause trouble."

"Since you and I are husband and wife, sharing weal and woe, then use your soul to fill it..."

The "click" sound of pushing the coffin lid echoed in his ears, and Liang Yiming opened his eyes wide. Wherever he looked, the space above his head narrowed rapidly.

He couldn't help but struggled to his death.

"No! I can't die!"

"I am the richest man in Chuhua City! I have billions of assets!"

A figure walked behind Xiao Yunlan, causing hope to appear in Liang Yiming's eyes again.

He shouted desperately: "Hongzhen! Help me! I'm Dad!"

"Your mother has lost her mind! She's a ghost now! She's going to kill our whole family!"

The sound of the coffin lid closing seems to have slowed down a bit.

Under Liang Yiming's watchful eyes, Liang Hongzhen supported the coffin lid with one hand, bent down, and looked at his biological father calmly.

"Dad," he said, "I'm sorry."

"what?"

"You just said that you have billions of assets?"

"Yes!" Liang Yiming was a little puzzled by the sudden change of topic, but his sense of ups and downs in the mall for many years made him grasp the key point quickly.

"There are many, many companies, real estate, shares, and investments through other channels." He stabilized his emotions, and he tried to clear his mind: "A large part of it is unknown to you, and it is invested through other people in private. If If I die, all these investments will not be recovered.”

"Hongzhen, you are my father's only son," Liang Yiming looked into Liang Hongzhen's eyes, and said, "Trust me, I will not harm you. When this matter is resolved, I will make a will and put all relationships and business I will leave it all to you, and then find a random place to end my life..."

"Just find a place?" Liang Hongzhen suddenly smiled, and the shadow covered the upper half of his cheeks, making the lower half of his face look very similar to Xiao Yunlan's.

"Isn't it okay under the Memorial Hall of Chuhua University, Dad?" He asked softly.

Liang Yiming's eyes widened in disbelief, and then he heard his son raised by himself say: "Also, you don't have to worry about those properties, dad. I discussed with my lawyer and decided to donate all of them to charity foundations."

"I registered a foundation in my mother's name, called Yunlan Public Welfare, do you think it's good?"

This sentence stimulated Liang Yiming even more than facing death before. Like a fish on a cutting board, he struggled violently and reprimanded in disbelief: "How dare you! That, that is dozens of people. [-] million!"

"It's worth noting to use the wealth obtained in exchange for my mother's life." Liang Hongzhen had already made a decision, and he felt a lot easier after telling his biological father about the decision.

He lowered his head, his gaze was like a knife blade, piercing into Liang Yiming's heart: "Father, over the years, you have spent the money happily, don't you find it hot?"

Liang Yiming was speechless for a moment.

Over the years, his image to the outside world has always been a model of thrift, being cautious and never extravagant, but only he knows the reason.

Whenever I close my eyes in the middle of the night, Xiao Yunlan's face with open eyes seems to appear in front of me.

"Click."

Liang Hongzhen pushed on the last coffin lid with his own hands.

His eyes were red, and he promised: "I will make atonement for you."

There is darkness in the coffin, and there is no light from the sky, which can drive a normal person crazy.

What is even more frightening is that this darkness does not know how long it will last.

Liang Yiming heard the faint sound of singing in his ears——

"One nail, you add a son and more money; two nails, blessings come from the sky..."

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"The children and grandchildren are nailed, the children are reunited, and the children and grandchildren are rich and honored for thousands of years..."

Liang Hongzhen was dressed in white, linen and mourning, standing in the mourning hall, receiving a white flower from a guest.

"Condolences."

"Thank you."

He bowed.

In the middle of the mourning hall, there is a pitch-black coffin.