How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 27 Mickey Mouse

When the first little rabbit fell into Zheng Dong's mouth, Zheng Dong was very proud.

The second cub fell into his mouth, and he even let out an arrogant laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

"Fear? Despair? Regret?"

"Do you want to kneel down and beg me for mercy?"

"late!"

The huge black mouth stirred, instantly crushing the pure spiritual power and decomposing it into countless yin qi. Zheng Dong's mouth opened wider and wider, and finally turned into a bottomless black hole, occupying the All the space above the head of this room.

"Repent for your stupidity."

"I, want, to, you, you, all, all, squeeze, dry!!!"

Excessive yin energy affected Zheng Dong's rationality, causing him to growl without grace, the black vortex formed by himself expanded more and more, and the harsh wind that was raised directly knocked off the wooden window frame with a "crack".

As soon as the fragile wood was drawn into the vortex, it was instantly torn into countless fine wood chips. After a few tumblings, these wood chips were corroded by the black mist until there was no residue left, which was frightening.

Father Yang is the closest person to Zheng Dong other than Chu Ci. His hair stands on end, and some of them have even escaped the attraction of his scalp and flew towards the sky.

Father Yang's cheeks were shaken by the huge wind. He covered his mouth and asked for help in horror and helplessness: "What is this? What should we do now?"

The four bodyguards whose world view was shattered into one place could not answer him.

Mr. Yang, who was caught by the bodyguard, couldn't answer him either.

Zheng Dong, who was above his head, heard Father Yang's words, laughed wildly "Jie Jie" and said, "Give up unnecessary resistance, and be squeezed by me obediently. Do it!"

"The first one is you!"

Chu Ci, who was called by him, didn't even raise his head, and was still rubbing his hands.

Regardless of the huge mouth that was getting closer and closer to him, he rubbed the cub in his hand bigger and bigger, and finally, it turned into a little white rabbit with steel teeth and a little iron-blooded rooster the size of a basketball.

These steel-toothed little white rabbits and iron-blooded roosters formed by spiritual power were continuously thrown into Zheng Dong's mouth and devoured by him greedily.

"It's not enough... not enough... it's not enough to squeeze your teeth..."

"Do you think I will let you go because of these..."

The Yin Qi in the room is getting heavier and heavier, almost condensed into substance, making people soak in the biting cold like icy water.

Zheng Dong, who was completely transformed into a ghost, finally lost most of his sanity under the erosion of Yin Qi, leaving only the most primitive desires.

"Squeeze. Dry... Squeeze. Dry... Squeeze. Dry..."

He swallowed more and more, and the more he swallowed, the more he swelled, which made Yang's father frightened, and almost wanted to ask Mr. Shen to let his younger brother stop.

"Isn't this an enemy?"

"Watch." Shen Yan stopped Father Yang's actions and did not interfere with Chu Ci's actions.

……

at last.

With a "click", a crack appeared on the seemingly unbreakable black vortex.

"Ahhh!"

A beast-like cry of pain came out from within the vortex.

Chu Ci ignored it, grabbed a large cloud of Yin Qi, and threw it into the center of the vortex like a shot put.

"Hark, Kara, Kara..."

The cracks are getting bigger and denser, presenting a cobweb-like outline.

"Ahhh!" The severe pain seemed to wake up Zheng Dong's mind, and he said in fear: "What, what?"

"Stop! This is not the yang energy I want!"

The suction from the giant mouth stopped suddenly, and he fled away from Chu Ci.

"What are you running for?" Chu Ci quickly stepped on the table, grabbing one corner of Jukou's mouth.

He took out a large mass of spiritual power the size of a yoga ball, ignored Zheng Dong's struggle, and stuffed it into his mouth forcefully. The sharpness of his hand and the violence of his movements made the guide guide and Father Yang feel chills behind him.

"Aren't you going to squeeze me out?" Chu Ci took out another ball of spiritual power of the same size, and continued to stuff it into Zheng Dong. He said, "Come on!"

Zheng Dong's mouth was stretched open by the majestic spiritual power, and he couldn't speak. He could only feel that the Yin Qi he had looted from the haunted house was reversely absorbed by another spiritual power in his body, and he stretched harder and harder. It was so big that it almost broke the ghost body.

His arrogant appearance was gone, he wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth, he wanted to express it with body movements and facial expressions, but because of too much yin, he couldn't return to his original appearance.

Feeling the explosive pain in his body, Zheng Dong finally couldn't stand it anymore.

"Woooooooo..."

The rain was pattering on the closed roof, and the raindrops were still black.

Uncle Huang made a move.

"Come here." He took out three umbrellas from nowhere and distributed them to Father Yang and his party.

"This is……"

"Ghosts don't have tears. Once we cry, what we cry is the ghost energy in ourselves. Contacting living people will bring bad luck to living people..." The guide ghost explained in awe.

"Oh," Father Yang suddenly realized, "No wonder I said you were whining just now, and it thundered but never rained."

"Who's blah blah? I'm an iron-blooded man!"

The guide glared at him, but since he was brought by the two killers, he didn't dare to talk back.

"Too fierce..."

It raised its two eyeballs with its hands to allow itself to see more clearly.

I saw that under the rain curtain, Zheng Dong exploded into countless black mist with a "bang".

Then, a small cloud of black mist shrank into a corner, barely making up a thin human figure.

Chu Ci held a land transfer contract blown out of him in his hand and snapped his fingers.

The Yin Qi that had been tamed by his spiritual power obediently gathered together, squeezed and condensed, and finally turned into a fist-sized crystal.

The whole body of the crystal is pitch black, deep and introverted, and there seems to be a dangerous power hidden under the plain appearance.

The only thing that is a bit inconsistent is that this Yin Qi crystal, which is considered a rare material in the metaphysics world, has two semicircular ears on it, which looks like a Mickey Mouse from a distance.

Chu Ci took the white jade safety card from Shen Yan's hand and threw Mickey Mouse to him.

"..."

Seeing Mr. Shen's eyes that seemed a little helpless, but also seemed a little happy, Mr. Yang looked away, and suddenly felt that he had seen something he shouldn't have seen.

Why is this behavior of constantly giving away figurines, dolls, and cute dolls so much like when my son is chasing his wife?It's just that the raw materials of hand-made are more cherished.

"Ah!" A scream interrupted Mr. Yang's wandering thoughts.

The Yin Qi in the room was swept away after Chu Ci shot, so Zheng Dong could clearly see lying on the ground.

Chu Ci knelt down, opened his mouth, and asked, "Do you want to squeeze me dry?"

"No, no, no..." Zheng Dong was weak and trembling.

He seemed to be still stuck in the scene just now, in a trance, and kept repeating the words in his mind——

"This, this is not the yang energy I want... It's fake... It's all fake..."

"In this world... what else... is real..."

A big living person, with more yin energy than this ghost, can even blow himself up, Zheng Dong has no fighting spirit, and begins to suspect ghosts.

Chu Ci: "..."

He felt that he was a counterfeit wine seller when Zheng Dong said so.

"You want yang energy?" He sympathized with Zheng Dong, and then pulled Shen Yan over.

Shen Yan released a wisp of Yanghuo cooperatively.

"what!!!"

Zheng Dong was only a little burnt by the orange-red fire, and instantly felt like a chicken being put on the grill, and it might become medium-rare, medium-rare, or nine-rare at any time...

He shook his head frantically, and cried: "No, no, no, I don't want to be familiar... No, I don't want Yang Qi!"

"You say you ghost, why are you so duplicity?" Chu Ci patted his fiancé's hand dissatisfied, pulled him behind him, and then said to Zheng Dong: "Okay, you've got what you want, now it's time to listen Is it mine?"

"Listen to it!"

As long as you don't get strangled, beaten to death, or burned to death, you can do whatever you want.

"Then terminate this contract!" Chu Ci said.

Seeing Chuci raised his hand, with the look of "I'll beat you if you don't terminate the contract", Zheng Dong lost all thoughts, his eyes went blank, and he even began to envy Song Donglai who was captured by that strange ghost some time ago.

At least Song Dong died happily!

"..." Zheng Dong was silent for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Chu Ci asked.

"Solution, it can't be lifted!" Stretching out his head was a slash, and retracting his head was a slash. Zheng Dong simply ignored life and death, and shouted the truth.

He took a deep breath, silently waiting for himself to be hammered into a biscuit.

"Why?" Unexpectedly, Chu Ci was quite reasonable. He shook the contract and put it in front of Zheng Dong. It seemed that he would only beat him if he couldn't say something.

Zheng Dong became bolder.He stretched out his arms to touch the legs of the table in the distance, absorbed a little bit of Yin Qi from downstairs, and let his eyeballs that were blown away fly back into their sockets.

Rolling his eyes, Zheng Dong replied: "This contract was signed by Song Dong with the body of a living person, and only he can cancel it."

"But hasn't he already lost his soul?"

"The effect of the contract was transferred to the ghost that slapped Song Dong to death."

"That is to say..." Looking up at Chu Ci's expression, Zheng Dong muttered in a low voice, "The ghost must personally terminate the contract."

"..."

Chu Ci didn't speak, he stretched out his hand to touch the distorted black ghost image left in the "Party B" column of the contract, and could tell that Zheng Dong was not lying.

That thick ghostly aura is completely different from the one in No. 488, it is more calm, colder, and stronger.

But to his surprise, Chu Ci did not detect resentment and blood from this mark, indicating that the owner of ghost energy had never been contaminated with human life.

This made him feel good.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Ci always felt that the ghost aura was more familiar. It seemed that he had come into contact with this aura, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

He stopped thinking about it, rolled up the contract, and glanced at Zheng Dong who was lying on the ground.

I don't know where the premonition came from, Zheng Dong was startled suddenly, he hugged Chu Ci's thigh with all his strength, and before he beat himself into a pile of chips, he begged for mercy loudly: "No! Don't kill me! Although I can't lift contract, but I know where Yang Shanghao's son is!"

"You don't know yet... This kid named Yang Shao is not afraid of death, he sneaked to No. 488, and just happened to be caught by our middle manager!"

"As long as you promise to let me go, I'll take you to the casino, and it's still too late to fight him back! Otherwise, it will be too late when you find it yourself!"

"What?" Father Yang became anxious when he heard that his son was here.

He had witnessed how terrifying No. 488 was. If it weren't for Mr. Shen and Chu Ci, even bringing a regiment of bodyguards would be useless, and he could only give people chips.

"Xiao Shao, how could he..."

Regardless of the disappointment that the land transfer contract could not be terminated, Father Yang grabbed Zheng Dong by the neck and dragged him to the door.

"Take me there quickly! Otherwise, I will go to heaven and earth to dig out your bones and put them in a frying pan!"

The author has something to say:

Zheng Dong: Rich people are really dark-hearted T^T

Second watch~ Overbearing ghost king appeared with a leg hair hhh