How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 28 Who Are You?

"That's right here."

"Wait a minute, there is a secret door here..."

Before Yang's father pressed the mechanism according to Zheng Dong's guidance, Chu Ci kicked the wall with a "bang", and the wall collapsed.

"..." The guide who had been quiet all the way raised his head, and pointed to the adjacent wall in a low voice: "That can't be kicked, it's a shear wall."

"how do you know?"

"I studied civil engineering before becoming a ghost."

"Ok."

Chu Ci asked Zheng Dong to open the door, and looked at the secret room hidden between the third floor and the attic.

The secret room is separated by two walls, and the hollow wall is filled with construction waste left over from the original building, so it is a bit messy, but because of this, it is better preserved than the rooms downstairs, and there are not many fires. Mark of.

Pat off the dust on the wall, you can see some traces of handwriting, like the training I did when I was doing MLM.

"1040...Sunshine Project?" Chu Ci recognized the messy handwriting.

"At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped into the soil, and I came to 448, [-] a day..."

"Yes, yes, I was deceived by this sentence at the beginning!" Zheng Dong happened to come over, and after hearing these words, he could still recall his enthusiasm for starting a business.

"As a result, the training was too late that day, and the gas tank in the kitchen on the first floor exploded, burning to death more than a dozen of our salesmen, business managers, and Song Dong who gave the lecture."

Chu Ci: "Then you will never repent."

They engaged in the 1040 Sunshine Project when they were alive, and turned into the 448 Midnight Project after they died. They didn’t even change their slogan, and continued to deceive ghosts. To a certain extent, these pyramid schemes are also very persistent.

"It wasn't me, it was Dong Song who did it," Zheng Dong clarified for himself: "We don't know why we didn't go to the underworld like other ghosts after death, and couldn't leave this room. What else can we do?"

"I can only listen to Song Dong, and continue to recruit people into the gang."

"Shouldn't it?" Hearing what he said, Chu Ci was puzzled: "You were burned to death while you were sleeping, and you didn't have any deep hatred. It stands to reason that it would be difficult to stay in the world, so how could you become an earth-bound spirit? "

Zheng Dong seemed to think of something, and rolled his eyes: "I don't know about that."

After that, he took the key that he found out from under a brick at the base of the wall, and with a "click", inserted it into a hidden wooden door.

"go in."

Before Chu Ci could speak, he saw a yellow shadow passing in front of everyone like a whirlwind or a husky running wildly.

"Go and gamble yourself, Grandpa Huang will not accompany you! Bye!"

"No! Come back!" someone shouted in the house.

Father Yang was the first to run into the house because he was worried about his son.

"Little spoon!"

Behind him, Chu Ci and Shen Yan saw the miserable appearance of the weasel's remnant soul, so they didn't chase after him. Only Uncle Huang stretched out his hand to sniff out the khaki gas that floated behind him when it ran wildly, sniffed it slightly, and frowned. up.

He pulled out a wet tissue and wiped his hands clean.

"gentlemen……"

"We'll talk about it later."

With a "bang", the wooden door closed.

I saw that in the low space occupying about one floor, there are bookshelves, desks and a small blackboard on the left, and four mahjong tables, several decks of playing cards, dice cups, Russian Turntables and even a slot machine.

Chu Ci glanced at the slot machine, which was obviously produced in recent years, and stared at Zheng Dong.

Zheng Dong wiped his sweat: "This... being a ghost is too boring, we also need entertainment..."

Father Yang didn't notice the confrontation between the two of them, his eyes were completely attracted by a figure in front of the Russian carousel.

"Follow or not?"

The ghost dealer standing in front of the turntable shook the dice and asked with a smile.

"13 o'clock, I'll follow!"

"Okay!" The ghost dealer slapped the table: "I admire you for being a straightforward person!"

It took out a piece of yellow paper money from the pocket of its clothes, and read along the words on it: "Ears, legs, left arm, kidney, spleen, chichi, one eye...all lost, the ones you carry with you The weasel soul has run away, what do you want to bet now?"

Yang Mingjian's eyes were red, as if in a daze, his hair was disheveled, and his protruding eyeballs were bloodshot. He looked as if he had been deeply affected by Yin Qi and lost his mind.

He nervously said a few words to himself, and groped himself from head to toe.

"Hands are not good, you have to draw cards, eyes are not good... nose, nose is good, tongue, teeth, brain!"

"it is good!"

"What a fart!" Father Yang rushed forward and pressed the turntable.

He was struck by lightning after hearing that his son had bet Jiji out, and he was stunned, thinking how he could pass on the family line and have a grandson (granddaughter).

Hearing it again, he was even more terrified.

Xiao Shao is already stupid enough, if he loses his brains to this ghost, how will he live in the future? !

"No! I don't agree!"

Father Yang pressed the turntable with one hand, and pressed his son's face firmly with the other. As he pressed, he felt that something was wrong.

"Is Little Spoon's nose that high? My mother and I are not foreigners."

There are also high cheekbones, jaws that can stab people, plump lips...

The more Father Yang covered it, the more he felt that something was wrong, so he moved his finger away by a mi.mi.

With this movement, he was startled.

The rest of No. 488 is dark, but in order to allow people to see the cards clearly, there are more than a dozen green will-o'-the-wisps floating on the gaming table, which can actually see the face on the other side clearly.

I saw that internet celebrity-style face, the nose is the nose, the eyes are the eyes, they are all similar to Yang Shao in seven or eight points, but combined...

Father Yang withdrew his hand silently, stood up, and retreated slowly behind Mr. Shen.

"Sorry to bother you, who are you?"

Yang Mingjian: "..."

There were about a dozen ghosts in the room, all of them skinny and charred, and they looked like they had been burned to death by a raging fire.

They raised their heads, and in the green will-o'-the-wisp, they looked at Chu Ci and the others who were brought in by Director Bi Zheng.

"Living."

"The smell of the living."

"Why is Lao Zheng so generous today?"

A ghost floated in front of Father Yang and pointed at Yang Mingjian——

"I know you, you are Yang Shanghao who bought No. 488."

"How about it? Do you want to help your son win back what he lost? If you want to, go to the gambling table. You can choose what you want to bet. The first big opening prize is just an eyeball..."

"What if it's over?" Father Yang asked.

"Is it over?" The ghost grinned, a row of white teeth showing on his dark face, "Of course it's..."

"Join our 488 midnight project! The investment is small and the return is big. At the beginning, you only need to invest in your own Yang Qi, and then as long as you recruit people into the group, you will have Yang Qi to get. If you attract 21 living people, we will reward you with 4.88 Yang Qi." Yueyang Qi, and then send you to the underworld to be a civil servant!"

"The underworld cooperation project is fully supported by Yan Luowang. There is no risk and no future trouble. If you invest once, you will be proud of the ghost!"

"You'd better make a decision quickly!" Seeing that Yang's father had failed, the ghost pointed at Yang Mingjian.

A blood-red light flashed on the paper money in his hand, and then Yin Qi poured into Yang Mingjian's leg, abdomen, one eye, and other indescribable places.

"Ahhh!"

His legs began to be uncontrollable, he started a tap dance, his left hand raised uncontrollably, he grabbed his throat, with more and more force...

Veins were already popping out on his face due to suffocation, and one of Yang Mingjian's eyes was still bent strangely, rolling around.

"How?" The ghost controlling him smiled confidently, and relaxed his control a little——

"If you fight hard, you will win. If you fight hard, your bicycle will become a motorcycle. If you take a gamble, your car will become a Land Rover..."

"Sleep on the floor today, and be the boss tomorrow. I'm not afraid of being blocked by thousands of people, but I'm afraid of surrendering myself."

Following its words, the guiding ghost in the corner couldn't help nodding, and followed him: "If you want to succeed, go crazy first, and move forward with a simple mind..."

Chu Ci: "..."

Chu Ci slammed it onto the wall with a "slap", turning it into a black pancake.

He rolled up his sleeves: "Is it a bet?"

"Are you coming, friend?"

Chu Ci covered his hand with a layer of spiritual power, and punched the ghost in the house.

"No, I'm here to mess things up!"

"..."

Kicking and clattering, chickens flying and dogs jumping, black fog forming rivers...

The guide ghost and Zheng Dong didn't care about the difference in status, they huddled in the corner, huddled together, and shivered as they watched the ghostly spirit scurrying around the room.

The "manager" level personnel in this room are about the same level as Zheng Dong, and the time of death is about the same, but for some reason, their strength is worse than him, not even comparable to other 20-year-old ghosts, and Chu Ci took less than 10 minutes , beat them all to the ground.

Although Father Yang hated the ghosts in No. 488, he felt phantom limb pain when he saw those flying stumps and arms. He hissed, rubbed his arms, and carefully glanced at Mr. Shen.

"???"

For some reason, Mr. Shen could see a trace of pride in "my family's youth has just grown up" from the bottom of Mr. Shen's eyes.

Father Yang: Proud? ? ?

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"Wrong, we were wrong!"

"Help!!"

"Don't fight anymore!!!"

The familiar N ensemble resounded in No. 488 Haunted House again.

The members of the MLM organization who were still extremely arrogant just now held their heads with their hands, squatted in the corner, bowed their heads and shrugged, and seemed to be familiar with this set.

"Police... No, boss, we know we made a mistake, let's give it another chance."

"Opportunity?" Chu Ci glanced around and saw that almost half of them were stained with the blood of living people. The cause and effect were deep, and he sneered: "Did you give the people who were tricked into the Midnight 488 project a chance?"

"..."

"They, they are basically voluntary..." A ghost who seemed to be a senior manager dared to talk back.

"Voluntary?" Chu Ci pointed to the guide, and then pointed to Yang Mingjian: "Is it the voluntary brainwashed, or the voluntary forced to gamble?"

"Well, it's all voluntary anyway."

Chu Ci: "..."

He squinted, clenched his fist, and smashed the senior manager's skull with one punch.

"Do you want me to beat you like this?"

"..." Looking at Zheng Dong, who was trembling, and the fellow squatting on the side with missing arms and legs, the senior manager held back tears: "...Voluntary."

……

"Let's go." Chu Ci picked up a bunch of managers tied together by Yin Qi like sausages.

The guide ghost managed to escape from the terrifying threat of the big killer, and was the first to float towards the door.

It looked at Chu Ci, who was called the boss by Zheng Dong and a group of middle and high-level managers, and said acquaintedly: "I'll go down now and call all the members to come to the meeting. See... meet Lu Dong!"

Zheng Dong and the middle and high-level officials nodded their heads.

"Wait..." Chu Ci said.

He was focusing all his attention on the door that he hadn't noticed before, and reached out to push away a layer of wall dust.

Hearing the guide's words, Chu Ci looked at a blood-red sign behind the door that was faintly visible due to the aging of the wall, and asked him casually, "Why is it Director Lu? My surname is not Lu."

"Ah?" The guide was frightened, and the ghostly spirit on his body trembled and said, "Oh... yes, I was wrong..."

"I, I thought... Lu Tixia punched Zheng Guanxi."

Chu Ci: "..."

"Fuck you!"