How to Build a Haunted House

God is so clever and plundering!

His nose was bruised and his face was swollen by Chuci, the middle-aged man had only one thought - what eyes do you have? !

The ghost king stretched out his right hand without waiting for him to react.

His fingertips were faintly glowing with blood, and he slid across the surface of the dark brown teleportation array, pressing down on the middle-aged man's half-stretched shoulder.

"Do not!!!"

The eyes of the middle-aged man showed deep fear, and the yin energy around him was violently turbulent, and the green ghost fires burning around him rose into the air, and a touch of blood appeared in the splashing flames.

As soon as the blood talisman covered with strange patterns appeared, it flew towards the little ghosts around, and at the same time, countless blood-colored fragments flew out from the little ghost's body, gathering around the blood talisman, like a sky full of stars.

Hurry up!

The middle-aged man anxiously communicated with the blood talisman refined by himself with his spiritual consciousness, and wanted to get out of trouble with the help of the blood evil energy accumulated by Gumantong.

However, the ghost king did not give him this chance.

He took half a step forward, and with a "click", he stepped on an amulet that was on his feet.

Then the second, third, fourth...

"Ahhh!!!" The middle-aged man cried out in pain, his face was distorted, and his upper body, which had been freed, writhed and struggled in the air, as if he was suffering unbearable pain.

"Azanyan!" An angry cursing sound came out in the mouth, and the words were full of viciousness: "You ruined the amulet, these Gumantongs will not let you go! They are all carefully raised by me Each hand has dozens of lives, plus my refinement, even you can't escape their cooperation!"

"Not to mention you escaped from my laboratory, robbed my treasures, and destroyed my decades of research results, I will never let you have a good time!"

"A lot of nonsense."

The ghost king crushed the last amulet with a "click" and hooked his fingers in the middle-aged man's spiteful eyes.

The ghost aura is like a streamer, pick and choose, choose the most vicious one from the Gumantong squatting by the wall, and tie it up.

Ghost King: "You want to rebel?"

Guitong shook his head, his little black head was like a rattle, he was afraid that he would be eaten raw by a second.

"good."

"How is it possible?" The middle-aged man opened his eyes wide in shock.

"Your amulet has been destroyed! There is nothing to bind you anymore, and if you haven't taken revenge, is it because you died bad enough?!"

"Go, kill them, kill everyone in this room!"

Looking at his snarling face, Gumantong thought for a while, then took two steps back, looked at the ghost king and shook his head.

The ghost king, Longyan Dayue, stretched out his hand to Chu Ci: "You..."

Chuci understood, and took out the textbook Song Daochang bought for Gumantong from his pocket——

"Marxist Philosophy (Children's Edition)"

The ghost king patted the pocket book on Gumantong's hand, encouraging him: "Study hard."

"Hey!" Gu Mantong hugged a book half the size of his own body, and said a word without a teacher: "Father!"

"..."

Looking at the flattering kid, the middle-aged man's eyes darkened, and he felt that everything was different from what he had imagined before.

In his imagination, he has been planning for decades, and he should have his subordinates waiting for him as soon as he arrives in Huaguo. There are hundreds of ancient mantongs at his disposal, and the billions of dollars accumulated by the Liang family can be embezzled. Get the wind, get the rain if you want the rain.

He will use the prepared ghost house No. 488 as his base, let the ancient mantongs search for Shen Yan's traces, collect the heavenly soul and the escaped earthly soul, and refine them again, and then he will be able to achieve the unfinished work many years ago. Albert became No.1 in the metaphysics world.

"It's not in vain that I was seriously injured by the old men of the Shen family and several other big families, and I had to hide in Southeast Asia to recuperate."

"It's a pity that none of them thought that I would get a chance in Myanmar and learn the head-bending technique of Azan in black. They don't even know that now that the express delivery industry is so developed, I can send half of the country to China just by mailing amulets. Hold it in your palm... Those who use my amulet think they are winners in life, but their luck is mine in the end, if I want them to live they will live, if I want them to die they will die!"

"Hahahahahaha..."

At that time, the arrogant laughter seemed to be still echoing in my ears, but now the situation has become that the enemy is strong and we are weak.

"Damn! Trash!" The middle-aged man's thoughts turned sharply, looking for all the words in his mind that could insult his subordinates.

"Why didn't you notify me when these things happened? Even if the international long-distance is not available, you can always send an international express, right? A bunch of garbage! Pigs are smarter than you! I really should put my head in your mind!"

In addition to being angry, he could feel that the power of space surging in the teleportation formation was getting weaker and weaker. As the amulet was crushed, Gumantong's power no longer poured into the formation, and the only remaining ones belonged to Wu Liang. The vitality is simply not enough to teleport a large living person thousands of kilometers away.

"If I hadn't been issued a wanted warrant back then, and I couldn't enter the country by plane or high-speed rail, why should I..." The middle-aged man who had to make such a bad move after failing to smuggle several times was full of regret, "I should have listened to the snakehead if I knew it. Dig a hole at the border and enter Huaguo through the tunnel, what a pity..."

By now, it was too late to regret.

"No! I haven't lost yet!"

Glancing viciously at Song Zhiyuan who was still lying on the ground, the middle-aged man suddenly let out a roar, and his head and the organs in his abdomen flew up from his head, and Lin Lang flew over the ghost king's head.

"Lord!"

Song Zhiyuan was lying on the ground, having woken up from a coma a long time ago, just waiting for the right time.

Finally, when the middle-aged man was out of trouble, he got up from the ground and knelt on his knees, with fanaticism on his face.

"I've done what you said. The nine Gumantongs born in the cloudy year and the moon are ready. When... ah!"

The viscera flying in the air made him pale with horror, and the soft tissue ran across his shoulders, leaving wet bloodstains on the surface of the shirt.

"Soon..." the middle-aged man said coldly.

Two sharp teeth protruded from his mouth, wedged into Song Zhiyuan's neck like nails, and sucked up the blood.

"No!"

Song Zhiyuan's skin quickly became shriveled with the loss of essence and blood, his eye sockets were sunken, and his dark circles were thick, like a shriveled skeleton.

He stretched out a hand, grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and pulled it down.

"Let, let me go."

"Who told you that you can't even find a qualified sacrifice, and you just want to summon me out after killing one person?" The middle-aged man kept sucking blood, with a sneer on his lips.A streak of blood meandered down from the corner of his mouth and landed on Song Zhiyuan's neck like a tear of blood.

"Since this is the case, I have no choice but to accept your life. It is an honor for you to use your life to help me refine the flying head."

Words very similar to those when Song Zhiyuan killed Wu Liang came out from the mouth of the middle-aged man. He flew high and quickly flew out of the door. Song Zhiyuan's neck was bitten, and his body swayed weakly in mid-air, with regret in his eyes.

But at this moment, he was already back to the light, the light only burned in his eyes for a moment and then went out, leaving only the indistinct raving in his throat.

"Uh...hm..."

Chu Ci vaguely heard the word "Hua Guo" below.

He guessed that Song Zhiyuan wanted to say: Your Majesty, it's not that my concubine doesn't want to kill a few more people as sacrifices for you, it's that this damned country of Hua has a good law and order, and my concubine really can't do it!

But guesses can only be guesses. With a loud "bang", Song Zhiyuan's body, sucked into a mummy, fell from mid-air and hit the ground hard, blocking the movements of Chu Ci and others.

At the same time, the middle-aged man quickly flew out of the door, passed the window on the sixth floor, flashed a few times in mid-air, and disappeared without a trace.

"You wait! I'll be back!"

It seems to leave his cruel words in place.

"Run faster." Chu Ci chased under the window, regretting that he couldn't fly, so he couldn't hit the middle-aged man's head like a bowling ball.

"He he he he..." Qian Tongjia experienced too much in a day that a programmer should not have experienced. He carefully walked around the two corpses in the room and asked Chu Ci tremblingly, "What was that just now? Go into the water." Become refined?"

"..."

Chu Ci felt that his programmer was very creative, so he discussed with the King of Ghosts: "The offal of a chicken is called offal, the offal on a cow is called offal, and the offal on that person..."

"People?" Daoist Song rushed to answer.

Then he shook his head: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, it's too awkward, let's change the name to Human Scum."

The four present voted unanimously.

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"I seem to have heard of the Flying Head Man." On the way back, Chu Ci held his chin: "It seems to be something from Southeast Asia."

As he spoke, he googled it——

"Flying headman, also known as 'Roller's Head', first came from "Sou Shen Ji" written by Ganbao in the Jin Dynasty. However, "Flying head man" in the mouth of Southeast Asian wizards generally refers to flying head drop, which is the most terrifying and bloody of all head drop techniques. A kind of practice, the head of this technique can fly away from the body, but every evening must suck up a person's blood essence, and then return to his body, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted. There are 49 days in a stage, a total of seven stages, merit After consummation, you will live forever..."

"It seems to be different from the situation of scum?"

"The head lowering technique he practiced was improved by incorporating the sorcery he practiced, and he didn't know the final effect, not to mention that it was a helpless practice to practice flying head this time, otherwise he would die under the power of space Splitting up..." Ghost King said casually.

He seemed to know the middle-aged man very well, but he didn't say much. Instead, he picked up the computer bag that Qian Tongjia took away from Wu Liang's house, and looked it over and over again.

"By the way," Qian Tongjia said, "Didn't it mean that my earth soul is in the computer? It has been rescued, why hasn't it responded yet? Is it because I was tortured by that bastard Wu Liang?"

"Oh, I know that people can't work overtime all the time. If you work overtime for more than 24 hours, you will die!"

Qian Tongjia babbled while driving in front, and the King of Ghosts had a proud sneer on his face after hearing his words.

"You want to work overtime just because of your earth soul?" He said disdainfully, "Does it have this ability and brain?"

"It's as weak as wiping smoke, it can't even show itself, and I'll be out of my wits as soon as I pinch my fingers!"

"..."

Qian Tongjia was so frightened that he almost drove the car into a ditch.

"Big, big brother, I didn't offend you, did I?" He stopped the car, turned his head and looked at the ghost king mournfully.

"I shouldn't have an earth soul either, so why do you want to have trouble with us?!"

Chu Ci: "..."

He looked helplessly at the ghost king whose chin was raised a centimeter higher than usual.

Yes, yes, you are also an earth soul, but you are different from other coquettish earth souls. You are smart and capable, and you can pass the level by 3/4 of the map in the middle level of minesweeping.

Can make you proud!