How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 33 Finding a Job

"Let's talk." Chu Ci said to Zheng Dong, who was the leader.

"Say, say, what?" Zheng Dong pretended not to understand.

Chu Ci silently raised his fist.

Zheng Guanxi: "..."

He hugged his head, which he had finally repaired with ghost energy, and shouted: "I really don't know anything!"

"How can you say you don't know if you haven't recalled it carefully?" Chu Ci pinched the knuckles of his fingers and made a "click".

He said kindly, "Do you want me to recall it for you?"

Zheng Dong: "..."

Chu Tixia's help to Zheng Guanxi was naturally simple and rude. In order not to break Zheng Dong's head and make him unable to remember, Chu Ci picked up Zheng Dong with one hand, and lifted him into the air like shaking a rag. , while shaking and asking——

"Do you remember it?"

"What now??"

"Haven't remembered yet???"

Zheng Dong: "..."

He felt as if he had been stirred into a front-loading washing machine, his limbs were shaking, his stomach was churning, because of the light weight of the ghost, he was thrown by Chu Ci for dozens of laps without stopping, like a bed sheet struggling weakly in the wind .

"What blood talisman? Never heard of it!"

At the beginning, Zheng Dong said a few words hard, and it didn't take long before he hugged Chu Ci's thigh and begged for mercy under the torture: "Help, help...stop, if you shake it again, you will vomit, I'm airsick...vomit..."

Chu Ci threw Zheng Dong aside in time, and watched him leaning against the corner and spitting out a bunch of barbecue skewers, takeaway lunch boxes, crayfish shells... the only things of value were a few bank cards and six or seven rings , a necklace, a watch, and the largest ruby ​​inlaid on the necklace is as big as Chuci's thumb.

"It seems that it is not on him..."

Seeing that Mr. Zheng was still propping up against the corner of the wall and belching and belching, Chu Ci saw that there was no trace of a blood talisman on his body, so he had to let him go temporarily and looked at the No.2 executive.

Executive: "!!!"

He was shocked by Mr. Zheng's miserable appearance. He stood upright under the probing eyes of the new chairman. He put his hand down his throat, took out two large gold rings, and respectfully presented them to Mr. Chu.

"That's all! It's gone!" The executive swore: "I'm a poor ghost! I won't be reused! Possessing a living person with Song Dong and going offline in Chuhua City is a good job. The big head is handed over to Song Dong!"

"Don't dump me!!"

"what!!!"

Chu Ci turned a deaf ear to the senior manager's words, picked him upside down like Zheng Dong and shook him for a while, and sure enough, he shook out a diamond bracelet, which was worth more than the two previous gold rings combined.

"I know you MLM ghosts can't believe it," Chu Ci muttered as he threw the senior manager against the wall like a ravaged rag doll, "Believe your nonsense, even pigs can climb trees! "

"Next!"

The executives were bound hands and feet by spiritual power, unable to escape, so they had to line up, with tragic expressions, shivering like a group of pigs about to be slaughtered.

Chu Ci felt that the efficiency was too low, so he simply threw one in each hand and threw it away after shaking.

He trembled and said: "Don't think I'm violent, this is called brainstorming, help squeeze the water out of your brains! Refresh your mind! Help your memory!"

488 executives squeezed dry by "brainstorming": "..."

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

·

"did not find……"

After a lot of hard work, Chu Ci looked at a large pile of gold rings, diamond necklaces, gem jewelry, and brand-name watches in the corner... a little disappointed.

Shen Yan rubbed his hair and comforted him, "It's okay."

"..."

"Then, these things..." A ghost dared to test: "Director Chu, do you want more?"

"Why not? Chu Ci felt angry when he saw these ill-gotten gains.

He asked Uncle Huang for a plastic bag, then kicked Zheng Dong——

"Go, pack these for me!"

After seeing how greedy these ghosts are, Chu Ci didn't have any psychological burden to exploit their private ghosts' property, and warned Zheng Dong: "I just counted them all, dare to secretly hide one Just shake you again!"

"..."

Zheng Dong touched his hand to a Patek Philippe platinum watch and stopped. He flattered and said, "How dare you? These are all tributes to you from the little ones! You are holding flowers, not enough for us to go to Chuhua City to find them. People borrow."

"borrow?"

Chu Ci knew that most of these jewels came from real estate developers who signed a land transfer contract with No. 488, and were haunted by ghosts and killed their whole family. Looted from them.After these living people were used by him, most of them were tricked to No. 488 and killed. The souls either became the salesmen of the 488 Midnight Project, and worked with Song Dong to sell Milestones, or became lonely ghosts. Know where you are.

And their bodies were all buried under No. 488, becoming the nourishment for the blood talisman to absorb vitality and yang energy.

So what these ghosts are holding is not clean money, there is a lot of blood on it, and it's not too bad to swallow it in their stomachs.

Under the eyes of a group of ghosts stretching their necks and full of reluctance, Chu Ci slapped the wall cruelly: "What do you want to borrow? You deserve it for your money and your life! I will auction these on Xianyu tomorrow." All proceeds will be donated to Project Hope!"

"Don't..." The executives of MLM were reluctant to let go, and Chuci was so angry that he slapped the wall hard again.

... The wall couldn't bear the huge force, and it collapsed with a "crash".

"..."

In an instant, the high-level people regarded money as something outside of them, and nodded obediently: "Okay, okay."

They even asked Chu Ci: "Do you want us to help you recall who Song Dong killed?"

Chu Ci: "..."

·

In the end, after spending so much effort, apart from a group of gold and silver treasures, the only valuable information Chu Ci got was what a senior manager said when he was thrown dizzily——

"Help! I remember! I've seen the blood talisman you mentioned before at Dong Song's place!"

"Tell me in detail." Chu Ci nodded his chin at him.

"That was when I first became a ghost," the senior manager recalled: "Because I was not skilled in dismantling myself, I accidentally stuck an eyeball in the crack of the door of the chairman's office. When the door opened, the eyeball The cup was crushed and creaked, just like the pearls in the pearl milk tea were smashed open by the teeth, and the pulp burst..."

Chu Ci: "...to get to the point."

"Didn't you ask me to explain in detail just now..." The senior manager felt aggrieved: "Well, that blood talisman is just like what you said, Director Chu, it is blood red, but it's not clear whether there are any patterns. Anyway, Song Dong was very rare about it, he fumbled around in the chairman's office behind his back, his eyes were shining, and he was talking to himself with a fanatical expression on the face of the talisman, those who didn't know it thought it was his wife... ..."

"It's a pity that we haven't seen each other since then, presumably Song Dong didn't want us to know."

"You mean, the blood talisman has always been in Song Dong's hands?"

The senior manager didn't dare to answer, but just nodded to show that he read it right.

"..."

Chu Ci thought for a moment——

But Song Dong has been...

"Come here." He hooked his fingers.

Zheng Dong, who packed the gold and silver treasures, came over, handed the package to Chu Ci, and swore: "I saw with my own eyes that Song Dong was crushed into scum by that strange ghost who broke into No. 488! Qian Zhen Sure enough! Before that, we thought he was a newcomer to Longji District, who floated here to visit our grave! Who knew he was so fierce, Song Dong didn't even resist a single move..."

"Let me see," he said decisively, "it must be that strange ghost who saw that the blood talisman is useful, and took it away from Song Dong!"

Chu Ci felt that what he said made sense, and he asked Zheng Dong: "Have you seen what that ghost looks like?"

Mr. Zheng shook his head like a rattle: "That man is very dark, with gusts of black wind and dark clouds, just like the one in "Journey to the West"... the King of Black Wind, I didn't see him clearly at all. face, only a glimpse of height from afar..."

As he spoke, he secretly pointed at Shen Yan, and said in a low voice, "It's about that tall."

Chu Ci: "..."

That being said, he couldn't connect Brother Tianqing with the Black Wind King at all, so he made up an image of a fierce ghost in his mind who was as thick as Li Kui, as strong as Li Kui, and as fierce as a ghost.

He was thinking happily, but when Shen Yan heard the words, he suddenly glanced at Zheng Dong, shook his head and said, "He is not right."

"Why, what's wrong?"

"The blood talisman is still in 488, otherwise I wouldn't have felt its power just now."

"Maybe it's because you feel wrong?" Zheng Dong was anxious, and replied.

Before Shen Yan could speak, Chu Ci suddenly faced Zheng Dong and raised his fist: "Who do you think feels wrong?"

Zheng Dong froze: "No, no, I mean, blood talisman, what if it is crushed into scum by a strange ghost together with Song Dong?"

"It's more or less..." Chu Ci picked up Zheng Dong and emphasized to him: "Brother Tianqing can't be wrong!"

"..."

"In life, you must see the talisman, and in death, you must see the scum." After teaching Chairman Zheng, Chu Ci pointed out: "Where did Chairman Song make scum? Take us there to see!"

"Ah..." Chairman Zheng didn't expect him to make such a request, he froze for a moment, and then floated to the third floor: "Okay, okay."

"Let's go."

……

Chu Ci followed Zheng Dong, walked upstairs with him, and searched carefully inch by inch in the chairman's office.

Sure enough, Song Dong was pinched out of his wits, leaving no soul residue, and the blood talisman in his hand was the same.

"So," Zheng Dong patted his thigh, and said firmly: "I'll just say, it must be gone!"

He made a suggestion to Director Chu: "How about I ask my younger brother to help you go outside to inquire about the ghost that killed Director Song, and you go look for him?"

Chu Ci looked at him quietly.

"What, what's wrong?"

Chu Ci rubbed his chin: "Zheng Guanxi, why do I think you're trying to bring disaster to the east? Do you want us to lose out with that ghost first, and then you pick up a trick and continue to be the chairman of 488?"

"No no no no no no..." Zheng Donglian said: "How dare I! The great position of chairman can only be worthy of such a powerful, handsome and mighty powerhouse as you!"

Chu Ci felt quite comfortable being slapped by his rainbow fart, and asked, "Have you really never seen a blood talisman?"

"Really! Can this be fake?"

"What if you lie to me?"

"I, I..." Zheng Dong was a little nervous.

Before he finished speaking, Chu Ci smiled, as if joking: "Then you will work for me for the rest of your life, when will you redeem your sins and when will your soul fly away."

"...Okay." Zheng Dong was a little apprehensive, but he had to agree. Ghosts have better eyesight than humans, and they can see clearly in the dark. He can see that smile blooming on Chu Ci's face, like an epiphyllum blooming in the dark night. Beautiful and dangerous.

"Let's go." Chu Ci turned around first and walked out of the chairman's office.

Zheng Dong followed behind him, there was no shadow of a ghost, his eyes were hidden in the dark night, and he couldn't see clearly.

·

With a "squeak", the door of the chairman's office was pushed open.

Chu Ci said: "Come out."

"what?"

Zheng Dongzheng was puzzled, and suddenly saw deep and shallow ghost shadows emerging from the wall, the bottom of the feet, and the ceiling above the head. The ghost shadows rendered the atmosphere in the narrow corridor a little scary for a while.

"What is this for?" Zheng Dong suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Chu Ci.

Chu Ci didn't answer him, he nodded to the 43 salesmen waiting in the corridor: "Tell me, did you find it?"

"There is no activity room."

"Not in the living room."

"There is no mahjong room."

"I looked inside the gas stove and range hood in the kitchen, but nothing."

……

The clerks at No. 488 were chattering about their work, but Mr. Zheng didn't know when Chu Ci ordered them to look for the blood talisman.

Chu Ci exchanged a look with Shen Yan who was standing beside the salesman.

It seems that we still have to start with Zheng Dong.

"Zheng Guanxi, Zheng Guanxi..." Chu Ci called Zheng Dong's name inexplicably, and then slammed down a wall: "Do you think I'm stupid?!"

"The ghost of No. 488, you are the only one who can replace Song Dong as the new chairman, and you are better than the other ghosts. It seems that you have secretly taken drugs in private. You don't feel bad for saying that you don't know anything. ? Did you lose your mind by spreading the word?"

Chuci forced Zheng Dong to the corner, and knocked half of his hard-earned head into black mist with one punch: "Where is the blood talisman? I will ask you one last time!"

Seeing that the matter was revealed, Mr. Zheng stopped pretending to be a sycophant. He raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and what surged in his knocked-off skull was not fresh flesh and blood, but a wriggling black mist, and he quickly made up for the damage.

"I don't know!" He said stiffly.

Chuci let out a "huh" and found that Zheng Dong's recovery speed was indeed much faster than other ghosts, almost the difference between a bicycle and a small eDonkey.

He was researching and knocked his skull into black mist again.

Zheng Dong recovered quickly.

Chuci knocked again.

Resume again.

Chuci became addicted, and felt that Zheng Dong's head was like the knock-knock-a-mole he played when he was a child, and it was an infinitely reset version.

"Ahhh!" Zheng Dong's face was smashed into pieces by him. He was a good ghost, looking tattered, like a rag doll that had been ravaged too much, so pitiful and hideous.

He endured the pain of reorganizing his soul and body, and shouted at Chu Ci: "Give up! I won't tell you where the talisman is! As long as there is a talisman, I will never die. One day I will die." I want to become the most ferocious ghost in Chuhua City, and come to revenge on you one by one, so that you can't survive or die..."

Halfway through his harsh words, there was a sudden "swipe", and a ghost came up from the bottom of the stairs.

In the terrified eyes of the remaining 43 salesmen and [-] executives, the guide who had been ignored for a long time shouted excitedly: "I found it!"

"Oh, how is it possible?" Zheng Dong turned his head disdainfully, "You will never think of the place where I hide the talisman!"

"But I did find it?" The guide said innocently, "If you don't believe me, just lower your head and take a look."

"..."

"Impossible!" Zheng Dong knew that they were deceiving him, so he kept the biggest secret, and glanced down casually.

But when he saw what the guide was holding in his hand, his expression suddenly fell into a frenzy: "No! This is not!! How did you find it?! I hid it so well that even the person surnamed Song didn't know it. Don't make it into scum!"

"Hey." The guide carefully wiped half of the blood talisman in his hand on the tattered Zheng Dong, and held it in front of Chu Ci: "Chu, be careful, I just took it out of the sewer."

Chu Ci: "...the sewer?"

"Yes, it's exactly what you think." The guide said, "The toilet on the second floor, the sewer, don't worry, I've washed it with water."

For some reason, it may be that the real estate agent died too strangely, or the residents of No. 4 moved in time. Although this place has been abandoned for many years, the municipal department has not cut off the water.

Chu Ci stepped back half a step with a complicated expression, avoiding the smelly blood talisman.

He asked what Zheng Dong wanted to ask: "How do you know where the blood talisman is?"

Ghosts have no physical needs, so the toilet in No. 488 has been abandoned for many years and has not been used by people. Because they are limited by common sense when they are human beings, they feel that if they are placed in the sewer, they will be washed away by the water long ago.

"..." Zheng Dong's eyes widened and he glared at the guide. It seemed that he was determined to ask for an answer, otherwise he would die without peace of mind.

Seeing this, the guide laughed and said, "How do you know? I saw it with my own eyes!"

"It was in the middle of the night. I had just died. When I woke up, I subconsciously drifted to the bathroom. The moment I walked through the door, I realized that I had no physical needs, so I was about to leave. Unfortunately, at this time, Mr. Zheng... oh, he was still Manager Zheng at the time. , he floated in from outside the door."

"I hid in the water tank, and saw him stuff a blood-red thing into the sewer through the gap, and then carefully floated back to the third floor... I just heard from Mr. Chu, isn't this the blood talisman you are looking for?" ?”

"Then why didn't you say it earlier?!" Director Zheng felt unwilling to hear that he was exposed for such a ridiculous reason, and said frantically, "It's okay to inform Song Director, or tell that strange ghost, or you can tell him sooner or later." Tell these two humans, why did you wait until this time?!"

Beating him back to his original form when Zheng Dong's ghost life just reached its climax, it is like a drug addict who just got the drug and was surrounded by the police before it got stuck in the blood vessel. He was so manic, depressed, and resentful that he wanted to explode.

"What are you talking about?" The guiding ghost seemed unable to understand Mr. Zheng's psychology. It smiled happily and said a little shyly, "I didn't know what you were doing before that. I thought Mr. Zheng had some special hobby and was secretly hiding the What about the stolen aunt's towel..."

"what!"

Chu Ci only heard a loud yell beside him, and Zheng Dong, who claimed to be immortal, grabbed the wall with his head and knocked himself into a cloud of black mist.

"I won't die... No... As long as the talisman is still there, I can always be reborn..."

The voice he left was slightly sharp and distorted because he had become a ghost, floating in all directions.

Chu Ci ignored the exasperated former head of the marketing organization who went crazy and even betrayed his immediate boss Zheng Dong. He looked at the blood talisman that had been split into half in the hand of the guide, and asked Shen Yan : "Brother Tianqing, is this what you are looking for?"

"That's right." Shen Yan stared at the pattern on the blood talisman.

"It seems that Zheng Guanxi stole half of the money from Song Dong. As for the remaining half..."

Since he repeatedly emphasized that the blood talisman was snatched away by a strange ghost, from a psychological point of view, it may be that after he killed Song Dong, he really took it away from Song Dong.

"No wonder you couldn't find it with the previous method."

There was only half of the blood symbol left, and the signal sent back after contact with spiritual power was naturally weaker than when it was complete.

Many thoughts passed through his mind, Chu Ci stopped thinking about it, and asked Shen Yan: "What should we do now?"

Shen Yan nodded, signaled the guide ghost to put down the blood talisman, and led the other ghosts away, then...

"Ahhhh!!!"

Zheng Dong's scream seemed to be heard in the air, and a golden flame rose from Shen Yan's shoulder and landed on the blood talisman. Afterwards, the blood talisman that shone with strange brilliance struggled and twisted like a living thing in the flames. It moved and made a strange "squeak" sound, and then quietly burned into a handful of ashes.

"Let's go." Shen Yan said after staring at the handful of ashes for a moment.

The wind blew through the narrow window, and the moment he turned around, the ashes were blown by the wind and scattered in the air.

Chu Ci let go of his mental power.

"I can't feel Zheng Guanxi's aura at all." The haunted house system said in his mind: "It's so fierce."

Chu Ci retorted subconsciously: "What's so fierce? He's obviously chic, handsome and reliable!"

"By the way, have you collected the soul fragments?"

"Of course," the haunted house system proudly said, "Who am I?"

It proudly broadcast to the host: "The previous harvest has already been said, so I won't repeat it, because Zheng Guanxi and the bound evil are scattered together. Currently, 1000 fear points and 22 soul fragments have been collected. Great harvest, host!"

Chu Ci thought deeply: "So many..."

The haunted house system suddenly became vigilant. On the outside of No. 488, the two windows on the second floor lit up red as if they were equipped with small LED lights.

"Attention, attention, we are a serious system. Unless there are ghosts with more than 10 lives on their hands, other ghosts that have lost their souls will not be counted as soul fragments. Please let the host put down wrong thoughts, turn around, obey the law, and behave honestly!"

Chu Ci: "..."

Unexpectedly, he was warned by his own system, and he said angrily: "Okay, can't I know?"

"I mean, with these points of fear, treating brother Tianqing's illness can be put on the agenda!"

"go!"

·

The matter of No. 488 was finally resolved smoothly, and when he met his fiancé who had been separated for a full ten years, Chu Ci felt that he had become a winner in life.

He stood side by side with Shen Yan, and when he was about to walk out of No. 488, he saw the earnest eyes of the guide, and remembered the promise he had made to the salesmen.

"Director Chu..." The guide stared at Chu Ci eagerly, and asked on behalf of the many salesmen behind him, "Does what you said earlier still count?"

"What I said before?" Chu Ci recalled: "Oh, do the math!"

He reached out his hand and shook hands with the leading ghost, "Although the construction of the haunted house has not officially started, we are in urgent need of all kinds of professionals. You are welcome to submit your resume. As I said before, all ghosts with number 488 will be hired first by our haunted house. Let’s forget about it today, I’ll hold an internal job fair later, you guys prepare and wait for the notice.”

"Oh yeah!" The guide couldn't help cheering.

The salesmen behind him whispered: "Have you got a formal job?"

"On duty 24 hours a day, all year round, with food and lodging included, and no salary. Sounds much better than the midnight project we used to do at No. 488?"

"What do you know? Director Chu agreed, as long as he does a good job, he will also provide supper and crayfish will be enough!"

"Crayfish?!" Hearing that in the past, only a few executives of Song Dong could eat enough crayfish, the ghost of No. 488 looked at Chu Ci as if he was looking at the savior.

They obediently escorted the executives back to the haunted house, waited for Director Chu to notify, and consciously reminded each other: "Block them well, Director Chu said that these will be the props of our haunted house from now on, public property, we must work hard to protect them!"

"Don't worry!"

Turning around, Chu Ci felt that he had made a good deal. Seeing Shen Yan's probing eyes, he couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and "tweeted" on his face: "I'll tell you later. What have you done!"

Shen Yan's eyes darkened, and he touched the place on his face where his lips touched.

"..."

He was just about to speak, but he didn't notice that Chu Ci was still excited after the kiss. He couldn't help but look around, and while no one was paying attention, he picked up Brother Tianqing and walked around in circles.

"hey-hey."

"..."

"Ugh……"

The bitter medicinal scent poured into his nostrils, and Chu Ci was heartbroken. The scent was still fragrant, but he didn't have the soft and youthful feeling when he was thirteen or fourteen.

He felt like he had lost a hundred million.

Uncle Huang on the side was carrying a wheelchair: "..."

I shouldn't be in the car, I should be under the car...

The familiar lyrics sounded in his mind again, echoing endlessly for a long time...

The author has something to say:

Double update, Jiumi~

In addition, according to the editor's notice, the word "haunted house" cannot be used, so I changed the name to "How to Build a Haunted House" orz, sorry for the inconvenience.