How to Build a Haunted House

After the mourning was over, the guests left one by one, and the thick golden nanmu coffin lid was closed.

The staff of the funeral home knocked on the coffin nails at the four corners one by one, and said in a low voice, "Mr. Liang, you need to nail the last nail for Mr. Liang yourself."

"Okay." Liang Hongzhen looked tired, his eyes were reddish, and he looked a little sad.

He took the mace in the hands of the staff and lifted it up.

"No, you don't have to use too much force." The staff guided.

He tied a red rope to the long nail in the middle, let Liang Hongzhen hold it, and said: "Just tap it."

After working here for many years, the staff has a lot of knowledge about how to deal with grieving families.

He deliberately changed the subject, and said pleasantly: "This last move has its origins, also known as staying behind, if the nail is not knocked dead, maybe the bond between father and son can be continued in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Liang Hongzhen slammed down the small hammer in his hand with two "bang bang" sounds, hammering the nails to death.

staff member:"……"

Fortunately, he was well-informed. Before Liang Hongzhen looked over, he calmed down his mood, and said with a smile: "What happened in the past is in the past. From now on, ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust. The road is facing the sky, and each side will go."

Liang Hongzhen: "..."

He beckoned, beckoned to his subordinates to help pick up the funeral ceremony, and walked out of the funeral home.

"Be cremated."

"Okay okay."

"The ashes were sent to the Xiao Yunlan Memorial Hall of Chuhua University. By the way, it will be renamed Liang's Memorial Hall in the future."

"..."

The funeral home staff wondered behind him: The father-son relationship in the richest family is really complicated. Could it be that the father didn't leave all the family property to his son during his lifetime?

……

There was already a sea of ​​people outside the door. Liang Yiming was magnificent during his lifetime, and he was also magnificent after his death.

The surrounding reporters waited all morning, and when they saw Liang Hongzhen coming out, they immediately surrounded him like hyenas smelling fish, wanting to be the first to dig out the big news about the richest man's house.

"Mr. Liang, what did you say to Mr. Liang when you went to Mr. Liang's ward at midnight last night?"

"Mr. Liang's sudden death last night, is it related to your sudden visit?"

"The reporter photographed you frequently visiting the No.1 People's Hospital in Chuhua City. May I ask why? Do you want to suppress some unfavorable public opinion in the hospital?"

"..."

"Unfavorable public opinion?"

Liang Hongzhen glanced at the reporter coldly, and picked the last question to answer.

He said, "No, I'm going to have a beauty treatment for Corapi."

reporter:"……"

·

"Mr. Liang passed away suddenly, the eldest son went to a private ward late last night"

"Facing the interview with Mr. Liang's words flickering, or there may be hidden feelings"

"Rapi or Raising a Kid?Unveil the Secret of the Super Rich to Be Young"

"Nurse's dictation at the No. 1 civilian hospital, who hit a ghost in the middle of the night the day before yesterday"

"After Liang's change of ownership, the investment industry may change, and many parties pay attention to the investment direction of the new president"

Sitting in the 488 that was about to be renovated, Chu Ci checked Weibo and found that there were different opinions about Liang Yiming's death on the Internet, such as child raising, witchcraft, spells, and backlash.

But in fact there is not much difference.

"If they know that the first project invested by Hongzhen is a haunted house, then your place will be very lively." Xiao Yunlan suddenly came in from the door and passed through the wall directly.

There were a few employees in the room who were training scary skills, but when they were overwhelmed by the specter's aura, they immediately huddled against the wall and shivered.

"Why are you here?" Chu Ci frowned.

"My son invested 100 million, can't I come and see?"

"...Just watch it." Chu Ci succumbed to the pressure of money, and let Aunt Xiao have a look at the renovated front desk by the way.

At this time, there were two knocks on the door belatedly.

The employees in the room rushed out with a "whoosh" as if they were being pardoned, and Liang Hongzhen and Shen Yan walked in together.

"Excuse me, Student Chu."

"It's okay, are you here this time?"

"That's right." Under the pressure of his mother, Liang Hongzhen really went to No.1 People's Hospital for facelift surgery. He looked much younger, and he smiled happily: "Isn't tomorrow the first day of 488's opening?" Well, let me see what else is missing on your side."

"Nothing is missing." Before Chu Ci finished speaking, Mr. Liang walked around the hall twice and said decisively: "There is still a young girl at the front desk!"

"Do not……"

The voice disappeared into one of Liang Hongzhen's raised fingers.

He said: "100 million."

Chu Ci: "..."

Chu Ci: "Salary..."

Liang Hongzhen: "Four thousand."

"..."

"Don't pay five insurances and one housing fund."

"..."

"There is no need to pay for food and lodging."

"..."

Chu Ci remained silent.

In the end, Liang Hongzhen gritted his teeth: "I will!"

Chu Ci: "Deal!"

He shook hands with Xiao Yunlan, who was lying on the counter: "Hello, hello, happy cooperation."

Xiao Yunlan: "..."

She finally met an evil capitalist who was more exploitative than her ex-husband and son.

……

Mr. Liang made a special trip to accompany his mother to find a job. He had just taken over the Liang family and he still had a lot of work to do, so he left the urn at the haunted house after a few instructions.

The dark energy around the haunted house is conducive to the cultivation of ghosts, and Chu Ci and Shen Yan are guarding it, which is very helpful for Xiao Yunlan to wash away his grievances, accumulate merit, and reincarnate as soon as possible.

Liang Hongzhen spent the money willingly, and had the illusion of sending his daughter to kindergarten.

"I'll handle the affairs of the foundation, and my mother will leave it to the two of you!"

After he left, Chu Ci asked Xiao Yunlan: "Is the job content clear?"

Xiao Yunlan: "Selling tickets, checking tickets, cleaning up disobedient customers, are there any more?"

"Almost." Chu Ci reminded kindly: "Don't strike too hard."

"You want to tell me?"

The ghost employee who was listening to the lecture was trembling, but before he finished shaking, he paused when he saw the boss walking towards him.

Chu Ci said: "We have few people, so let's also take part in the work of checking attendance. If we don't do well, then..."

"ate?"

"No, just take a beating."

"Okay." Xiao Yunlan rested his chin and thought about it: "Anyway, ghosts are not delicious, and they are far worse than Lafite stewed snowflakes and beef in 82."

Staff:"……"

How rich is it?It's amazing to bring money into the group, huh?

As a group of poor ghosts who took the road of MLM because of poverty, they ate a catty of lemons from the bottom of their hearts.

·

The next day.

Chu Ci woke up early in the morning.

He was too excited the night before, so he dragged Shen Yan to sleep on the second floor of the haunted house.

"what time is it?"

"7 point."

Shen Yan's voice came from above his head, neither hurried nor slow.

He had already gotten up and was standing at the window, looking at the open space downstairs.

Hearing Chu Ci's voice, Shen Yan said, "Go and wash your face."

"Oh."

There was still an hour before the official opening, Chu Ci packed himself up and held a morning meeting for the employees.

"What is our goal?"

"Scary!"

"How scared?"

The employees immediately turned themselves into all kinds of hideous and terrifying ghosts, some lost their eyes, some tilted their heads and grinned grinningly, and some took out a bag of blood from behind their broken hands and feet, and began to gnaw hard.

Chu Ci: "Very good."

He glanced outside through the front door.

The morning fog has not cleared yet, there are already tourists in twos and threes queuing up outside, probably because of the previous publicity.

They stood in the distance, looking at No. 488, a well-known haunted house in Chuhua City, with both curiosity and fear.

When Zhang Daochang’s construction team was renovating, Chu Ci deliberately kept them in the original shape of No. 488. Therefore, if you only look at it from the front, there are ruins lying across the door, and there are spider webs hanging in the corners. The forgotten shadows of the end of the century stand quietly in the ruins, and evil seems to be hidden in every window.

Until now, some people still don't know whether No. 488 is really going to open for business, or it's just a spoof on the Internet.

"so cold."

The wasteland is overly cloudy, and the wind blows through the ruins and blows on the tourists, making them goosebumps.

Some people began to regret: "I said I shouldn't come, who knows the people behind the video are ghosts, what if they deliberately tricked us into coming?"

"Didn't someone say that none of the people who went to No. 488 came back alive?"

"How about... let's go?"

How can this be!

The haunted house system has long projected the ghosts on No. 488, and regards the haunted house that is about to open as a lifelong career. Seeing the group of young leeks waiting to be harvested in front of it is about to run away, it calls the host.

"Host!"

"Don't be afraid, we have a plan." Chu Ci took it easy.

In the "Collected fear points 1, 2, and 3" that came continuously in his mind, he said to the employees: "Open!"

With a "boom", the long-quiet gate of No. 488 burst open, broken tables and chairs were displayed in the foyer, and the dust was disturbed by the outside wind, scattered and floating, full of ominous meaning.

The groups of tourists waiting outside the door felt a little nervous, feeling like they were being watched by ferocious beasts, as if the door opened before them was not a haunted house, but a Pandora's box, or an invitation to hell.

"Either...or we'd better go," a boy with a girlfriend sneered and raised his voice to embolden himself: "Anyway, I've already been here, just take a photo for them to see."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." The young people, no matter how courageous they were, retreated.

A person said: "I brought a selfie stick, here, one, two, three..."

"what!!!"

The photo appeared on the screen with a "click", and the girl holding the selfie stick let out a high-decibel scream.

"What happened?"

"Someone is pushing me!"

The young man hurriedly turned around and saw the female ghost in a white dress with her feet off the ground. She smiled at him gently, and stretched out her pointed nails with both hands, as if she wanted to pinch her neck.

"Ahhhh!!!"

This young man seemed to be the leader of these squads who came to 488 to die. On the surface, he was calm in danger, although he was flustered in his heart.

"run!"

Leaning back to avoid Lian Congyun's hand, he circled around and set up the female ghost's kite, while running, he muttered to himself——

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, the blood on your face is fake."

"The blood bag bar made of tomato juice is too unprofessional."

"And this Wia, it doesn't hang well at all..."

Just as his mood gradually stabilized, the companion behind him suddenly burst into screams several times, almost causing him to stumble on the spot.

"What's the matter?!" The young man became annoyed.

"Look, look at the camera!" the girlfriend said.

He turned his face to the side to avoid another surprise attack from Lian Congyun, and glanced at the phone he had taken a selfie with before.

"!!!"

In the next moment, extreme horror hit my heart.

In the middle of the selfie, a total of five young people smiled brightly.

Behind them, the five ghosts with stumped limbs also smiled brightly. The difference was that while the young man was looking at the camera, they were looking at the young man's arms and legs, as if considering which position would be the best place to speak.

"Hey." The self-proclaimed iron-blooded man who is not afraid of anything, the organizer of the death squad finally couldn't hold back, and let out a sobbing sound.

Why am I here? !

Mom I want to go home! !

The next moment, the employees who had been waiting for a long time jumped up ferociously from the corner, stepped over the ruined walls, and rushed towards the optimistic tourists.

"Ahhhh!!!"

"Ooooooooo!!!"

"I'm so miserable, I'm so miserable, I'm so miserable..."

"Come with me, come with me..."

As they pounced, they wailed ghostly screams that tourists could not fully understand, adding to the terrifying atmosphere in the morning light.

The tourists were frightened and screamed, and fled like a flock of chased ducks, and finally fled into the dark gate of No. 488.

Inside the door, Chu Ci and Shen Yan stood in the corner.

Shen Yan: "This is the plan B you trained?"

Chu Ci: "Huh?"

Looking at the little fiancé who was in urgent need of acting, Shen Yan patted his head and encouraged: "Not bad."