How to Build a Haunted House

Wu Liang got out of the car and asked the taxi driver to turn around, while he walked into a bungalow in the middle of the community.

It's not that Wu Liang doesn't want to drive by himself, nor can he afford the cost of keeping a car, but...

There was a burst of restlessness and bloodthirsty desire from the amulet on his chest, and Wu Liang's footsteps stopped.He patted the amulet hard, and said: "Be quiet, I will give you food and drink later."

Then Gumantong seemed to calm down, and Wu Liang hurried into the elevator.

After the elevator number went up, Chu Ci and Qian Tongjia walked in from the outside.

Qian Tongjia was still holding the glass of water in his hand. At this moment, the pin in the glass had become upright, the tip of the needle was pointing towards his palm, and the other end was towards the roof of the building, making bursts of humming.

"Boss, what should we do?" Qian Tongjia asked Chu Ci helplessly as if he was praising his own wealth and life.

Chu Ci: "Well...can you pick the lock?"

Qian Tongjia: "???"

Seeing the shock on his face, he knew it would not, so Chu Ci regretfully changed his mind.

"Then we have to find someone who can walk through walls."

Qian Tongjia watched helplessly as the boss hooked his fingers, a gust of wind blew around for no reason, and the grass and trees outside the door shook for a moment, as if something had squeezed in from outside the wall.

The voice-activated lamp above the head suddenly shook twice, and there was a crackling sound in the ears.

Qian Tongjia found another faint shadow beside his own shadow, light gray, reflected on the bright white tiles like a hallucination, but this situation is particularly hard to ignore.

He shivered, and simply shrugged his shoulders and hid behind the boss.

Chu Ci told the wandering soul he had summoned: "Go, go up to the sixth floor, and open the doors of the residents on the sixth floor for me."

"Remember quietly, those who shoot don't..."

The two of them are strong and healthy, and Song Daochang and Abbot Fakong are also considered to be in good health, so they walked directly up the stairs.

When they came to the sixth floor where Wu Liang lived, Chu Ci said, "Huh?"

The door was closed tightly, and a wandering soul outside the door was crouching at the base of the wall with its chest folded and shivering, as if it had been bullied.

"what happened?"

When Youhun saw Chu Ci, he raised his hand aggrievedly, making gestures and strokes.

I saw that its two arms had turned black, and they were still pitted, as if they had been corroded by something.

"A ghost exorcism talisman is pasted on the door? There is also a lightning strike wood hanging on it?" Chu Ci blinked.

"It's not cheap, such a big deal..." As he spoke, Chu Ci repaired Youhun's arm with Yin Qi, and hesitated for a while: "What should we do now?"

At this moment, a black vortex rolled up behind him, and one could faintly see that the center of the vortex was the black bracelet on Chu Ci's wrist.

A pale hand stretched out from the darkness, lightly tore open the space, and the sleeve robe brushed past.

The ghost king came out of the vortex and turned to face Chu Ci.He lowered his head slightly and wrote two words on his face - "Please."

Chu Ci: "..."

He looked at the face that was exactly the same as Brother Tianqing's after the disguise was removed, but the charming and mad face, and took a deep breath: "Stay away from me, toothache."

"..."

"Hey!" There was a sudden scream, and the wandering soul who was watching the excitement was pinched into a ball by the ghost king in anger, twisted, and stuffed into the trash can beside him.

Qian Tongjia, Song Daochang, Abbot Fakong: "..."

The three of them took two steps away from Chu Ci in unison, trying to reduce their sense of existence.

so fierce.

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The pale arm sank into the wall and twisted.

"Click." The anti-theft door opened in response.

"go in."

One person posted an invisibility talisman, and Chu Ci tiptoed into Wu Liang's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't help squinting his eyes, the light inside was too dark.

Wu Liang seems to be a fan of dark science. The decorations in his home are either black or blood red. It looks a bit scary and weird in broad daylight.

The walls and curtains are painted with strange patterns with red paint, the shape is distorted and weird, and it seems to be constantly wandering from a distance. There is an illusion that these patterns are actually living things.

The air that hit the face was stagnant, mixed with a trace of bloody smell, even if the room was lit with incense, it could not conceal these smells.

Qian Tongjia was struggling, and couldn't help but look to his right hand with frightened eyes: "Boss?"

"This, this Wu Liang doesn't believe in some kind of cult?"

Qian Tongjia's heart was full of crap, he felt that the political review of Hippo Technology was not enough!Very passable!

But this can't be entirely blamed on Hippo Technology, after all, Wu Liang still took the Ma philosophy class with him.

Qian Tongjia could only: "I am a party member, I am a party member, I am a party member..."

A staunch party member will not be eroded by crooked ways in society and his firm materialist worldview, unless the other party is a socialist haunted house.

"Hush." ​​Chu Ci compared his index finger.

He reached out to touch Qian Tongjia's cup, and saw that the pin in the cup was turning in a small range, and finally the needle pointed firmly in a certain direction.

"Follow."

Tiptoely following behind, relying on the guidance of the pin, Qian Tongjia adjusted his eyes and aimed at his target...

A black computer bag!

The computer bag was unremarkable, and Wu Liang casually threw it on the sofa. The zipper on it was still open at one corner, revealing the notebook inside.

"This is?" Qian Tongjia asked with his eyes.

Chu Ci pointed to his forehead, and wrote the character "地" in the air.

Qian Tongjia was taken aback.

"It's too cruel!"

This Wu Liang is too ruthless!Too cruel!Too inhumane!

Not to mention detaining the souls of colleagues, but also stuffing them into laptops, this is to make colleagues work overtime for free 365 hours a day, 24 days a day, and there will never be peace! .

"Torture in the new era." When Qian Tongjia reached for the computer bag, Chu Ci whispered to the King of Ghosts: "Learn a little bit, I think the stories about boiling oil pans, walking knives, and pulling out tongues are outdated. There is no educational significance, and the 18 floors of hell can be changed to overtime hell, blind date hell, New Year’s Spring Festival travel hell, watching traffic stars perform 10086 episodes of idol drama hell...etc."

Daoist Song: "Cough!"

Chu Ci then shut up.

He watched Qian Tongjia put his hands on the computer bag. Just as he opened the zipper and was about to take out the notebook inside, suddenly a door next to the living room slammed. Wu Liang's face was gloomy and his hands were covered. Blood came out of it.

"Uh——" Qian Tongjia had been a law-abiding citizen for half his life, and he almost let out a rooster crowing sound, but Chu Ci covered his mouth in time.

Under the effect of the invisibility amulet, Wu Liang didn't see them. He took out a live chicken with a disembowelled belly from behind him, and walked all the way to the sofa, ignoring the blood dripping from the chicken's neck on the ground.

As soon as the chicken blood fell on the ground, it disappeared quickly. There was the sound of "da, da" footsteps in the air, as if a pair of little feet were following behind Wu Liang, sipping the fresh blood shaking his head, and finally even The blood on Wu Liang's palms also disappeared.

He waved his hand in disgust, threw the featherless chicken on the coffee table, and reached for the computer bag.

"When you're full, finish these quickly. If you lose the programs in it, let's see how I deal with you!"

Qian Tongjia was startled, he almost touched Wu Liang's hand, and quickly retracted.

Wu Liang blinked, as if he noticed something was wrong: "Eh?"

He looked at the half-opened zipper, and was looking around suspiciously. Suddenly, "Chichijijijijijihehe~", a strange laughter came from the air.

Wu Liang's face darkened, he squeezed the amulet tightly, opened the locker in the living room, and took out a white porcelain columbarium as exquisite as a decoration.

"Troubleshooting again? Do you really think I can't deal with you?"

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Chu Ci let go.

Gumantong, who was strangled by the ghost king and scratched the soles of his feet by Chuci, wiped away his tears from laughing, and shrank pitifully to the corner farthest from them.

The laughter in the air suddenly stopped.

Wu Liang thought that his goal had been achieved, so he put down the urn sternly and wiped off his sweat.

"Not coming yet?!" He was about to ask Gumantong to fix his computer, when suddenly the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Wu." A polite voice came from the opposite side: "Your courier has arrived, please open the door to accept it."

"Express? I didn't buy anything."

The other end of the phone rustled through the courier slip, and said, "It was sent to you by Maxim's Medical Service Center."

"Beauty?"

Wu Liang's eyes flickered, his eyes swept over the amulet on his chest, and he walked towards the door: "Oh, then wait a moment."

He reached out to open the door with a "click".

At this moment, a wandering spirit with disheveled hair rolled itself into a ball, and slammed itself from outside the wall. Regardless of being burnt black by the ghost-exorcism charm on the wall, it stretched out its hand and gestured desperately at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci's eyes were fixed.

At the same time, Wu Liang finally saw the person outside the door.

Wearing the uniform of Shunfeng Express, he is tall and holding a one-meter-square cardboard box, which is not light.

"Just leave it here."

Wu Liang took the carton absently, ready to sign for it, but the courier didn't let go.

He raised his head and smiled at Wu Liang: "Mr. Wu, how are you doing recently?"

"President Song?" Wu Liang was startled.

The person in front of him is none other than Song Zhiyuan, the culprit standing behind the Tianxin Hospital and secretly creating hundreds of Gumantongs.

Song Zhiyuan didn't wait for Wu Liang's answer, and glanced to the side.

"His-"

There was a strange noise in the air, and a small black hand appeared out of nowhere, and took out the amulet from Wu Liang's chest, which was stiff with fright.

"The little ghost I gave you, are you used to it?" Song Zhiyuan smiled and took two steps forward as if reminiscing about the past.

Wu Liang's whole body was stiff and he backed up involuntarily, as if he had voluntarily welcomed him into the house.

"Okay, okay." He twitched a few times, and quickly said: "I haven't thanked Mr. Song yet."

"That's good." Song Zhiyuan nodded.

He stretched out his hand under Wu Liang's fearful eyes: "There is no need to thank you. You have also stolen the good life that did not belong to you for almost ten years. Now it is time to pay for it."

After all, there was a "click".

Chu Ci directly put a mute note on Qian Tongjia to prevent him from crowing.

He held the wandering soul that reported the news in his hand, and hid behind the curtain with Song Daochang, Abbot Fakong, and the haunted house. Through the narrow slit in front of him, he saw two small black hands protruding from the amulet on Wu Liang's chest, laughing and squeezing. On his neck, several other pairs of tiny arms emerged from the air, grabbing Wu Liang's hands and feet, restraining his dying struggle, leaving a row of red palm prints.

Wu Liang's neck was twisted, just like the chicken whose neck was twisted by him just now, it lost its voice.

"But I..." His last words were stuck in his throat, and he stared at Song Zhiyuan intently, wanting to say that he had paid the price for the kid.

"How is that enough?" Song Zhiyuan smiled politely, and wiped his hands with Wu Liang's clothes.

He casually took out a paper cutter from the table, cut Wu Liang's wrist, and drew the same symbols on the ground as on the wall with the bleeding blood.

"It is also your honor to use your worthless life to welcome the return of the Lord."