How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 51 Too Scary

The moment Qian Anhui was pushed into Room 204, her mind went blank.

She couldn't adapt to the sudden change of light and dark for a while, her eyes were fixed on the tiles on the ground.

Square tiles with blue and white grids, old colors, and the shape of the mosaic are exactly the same as the pictures in the newspaper.

"..."

She finally put away her luck and raised her head.

The tiles on the mahjong table were pushed by "哗啦啦". Three pale-faced men in Chinese tunic suits from the 40s sat on the west, south, and north sides of the table, turning their heads to Qian Anhui in unison. The eyes that looked extraordinarily dark because of the dilated pupils looked at her, and the corners of the mouth pulled out a strange arc.

The chair on the east side bounced off with a "bang", and a cold voice said, "Three are missing and one is missing, come on."

Only fools stay and play mahjong with them!

Qian Anhui turned her head, her eyes had already adapted to the slightly dim light in the room, and she saw the scene that she had ignored before——

There is a small coffee table near the door, and a person in a T-shirt and jeans is sitting on the sofa behind the coffee table, eating a takeaway delivered by himself.

The way he eats is different from normal people.

The young man reached into his T-shirt, took out a bloody stomach, and then stuffed one golden chicken steak into his stomach with a deadpan expression.

Qian Anhui was both horrified and frightened. The moment she looked away, she saw the young man shake the weight of his stomach bag, throw it aside, and then took out three other same stomachs with a blank expression.

she:"……"

Suddenly I understood why these ghosts called super-large chicken chops.

"Oh," said someone at the mahjong table, "Xiao Hu won too much today."

"Yes," another person reached out and pressed his stomach: "Our chips are almost won by him."

"Isn't there a newcomer here? Win it back." The third person laughed strangely.

Qian Anhui's feet suddenly went limp and she fell onto the chair.

Only then did she realize that the chair next to the mahjong table had quietly moved behind her at some point, and the legs of the chair tripped her silently.

"Hurry up, draw the cards!"

The ghost players on the table urged one after another.

Qian Anhui still wanted to fight to the death, but with a "click", a square mahjong tile automatically bounced into her palm.

"Two barrels."

Under the gaze of six eyes, she had no choice but to play the cards in her hand.

"Whiteboard."

The next player mechanically plays the next card.

In a blink of an eye, the round of the game was over.

Qian Anhui touched a seven-tube.

She glanced at the cards on the table, it was the half-played game of the ghost who was eating, the cards were good, it just happened to be Hu [-].

She fiddled with the cards, hesitated for a while, and saw that the ghosts in it could still communicate, so she asked them: "What if I lose?"

"Then lose the bet." Shang Jia fiercely pulled out one eyeball, and slapped it flat on the table with a "slap".

Qian Anhui: "..."

She shivered and whispered, "If I win, can you let me go back?"

"..."

The ghosts were silent for a while, then tacitly pulled the corners of their mouths to one side, and said grimly, "Yes."

"That's good!" Qian Anhui was overjoyed, she put the cards in her hand on the table, and pushed the mahjong: "I'm crazy!"

The three ghosts smiled even wider.

With a "bang", a huge suction force suddenly came from the mahjong table under his arm. Qian Anhui was caught off guard and couldn't control the cards in his hand. She bounced out with a "bang", and the mahjong tiles made a crisp sound, hitting the table in the middle The cards around were in a mess, and it was hard to see who was who.

"How could this be?"

Qian Anhui watched her good poker game being manipulated by a table.

The ghosts around said: "Cheating Hu? How courageous!"

"Hold her down, I want her eyes!"

"You can't let her just let it go!"

"Stay with us!"

"do not want!"

The three figures stood up stiffly from their respective seats, leaning their bodies, and the shadows covered Qian Anhui's body.

As the distance got closer, Qian Anhui could see their pale complexions, black eye circles, dark eye sockets after their eyes had been gouged out, and even bright red corpse spots on their necks covered by their collars.

She didn't know where the strength came from, she pushed the stool away, turned around and ran, and she was about to run to the door.

The three ghosts with stiff movements couldn't stop her, and collectively shouted: "Little Hu!"

Qian Anhui was quick-witted, she didn't know where the courage came from, and shouted: "I want to go back and report to the boss, if you lie to him with Ming coins, the boss will not let you go!"

It may be her illusion. After saying this, Xiao Hu at the door was about to reach out and grab the corner of her clothes, but his hand trembled suddenly, and he retreated a little.

In just this effort, Qian Anhui fumbled out the latch on the old-fashioned iron door, twisted it hard, and she closed the door with a "bang", panting quickly.

As soon as the door was closed, the light outside illuminated the face of Xiao Hu who had been sitting in the shadow behind the door, and Qian Anhui was taken aback for a moment.

"Why... so much like Hu Yong?"

"It's okay, it's okay, people are similar." Qian Anhui didn't see too clearly, she patted her chest and walked all the way to the end of the corridor, but when she looked back, she still hadn't received the money.Recalling the half-meter-long machete of the owner of the chicken chop shop, she hesitated a bit.

"How to do it?"

At this moment, the light from the opposite skylight illuminated the small space at the corner of the stairs.

Old newspapers pasted above the stairs are also illuminated at the same time.

Unlike other newspapers, this newspaper may have been below the ceiling, and the degree of wear and tear is lighter than other newspapers. At least the headlines on it can still be read.

In order to calm down, Qian Anhui glanced briefly.

Social news front page headlines——

"Fatal Game: Gas Leaked in the Mid-Autumn Festival, Residents Corrupted Playing Three-person Mahjong to Death at Home".

"Oh, so they died playing mahjong."

Qian Anhui leaned on the wall to think about it, walked down a few steps, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

and many more!

Since it was a three-player mahjong, how did the fourth ghost, who was dressed differently from them, come about and who was he?

Recalling that face, Qian Anhui only felt that the face in memory was more and more like Hu Yong's, they merged into one.

She couldn't help feeling horrified.

Is that Hu Yong who came out of the magic house really Hu Yong?

The footsteps became slower and slower, and at this moment, the iron door behind him opened with a bang.

"Hu Yong" wearing a T-shirt and jeans, carrying three bloody stomach bags, walked towards the end of the stairs step by step.

He staggered, with a strange expression on his face, his joints were stiff with death, but he was not slow.

"Don't, let's go." "Hu Yong" said.

Qian Anhui was startled, turned around and ran away.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she felt that all the blood had gathered near her ears, and there was a huge roar in her ears, and she couldn't hear what Hu Yong was saying clearly amidst the clamor.

Panting heavily, she ran to the side of the chicken chop stall, and glanced at the tricycle with the big iron pot on it. Qian Anhui found that the boss was not there.

She breathed out, and was about to push the car and run towards the exit, when suddenly there was a "crash".

A figure stretched out from the scalding hot oil as if folded.

In other words, people who suddenly appear in the car are like being melted by hot oil and reshaped.

His face was flushed, his hair was dry and curly, and drops of hot oil dripped from his body, clothes, and apron.

It was the chicken chop monster that Qian Anhui thought she had glimpsed when she was dazzled.

She screamed "Ah!", and saw the chicken chop monster landed on the ground, its limbs convulsed, and crawled forward. He stretched out two fingers, trying to grab Qian Anhui's ankle.

"No, yes, go..." The voice was hoarse and rough.

Amidst the screams, Qian Anhui couldn't hear what this strange person was saying at all. She flew out like a headless fly, and a ghost and a monster followed behind her at an extremely fast speed with strange postures.

As soon as he was about to rush to the corner, the chicken steak monster behind him was only a dozen centimeters away from Qian Anhui.

At this time, there was a "Zheng" sound of drawing a knife.

Seeing the familiar figure, Qian Anhui burst into tears.

"boss!"

"Didn't receive the money again? I'll clean you up later!" The chicken steak stall owner wearing an apron with curly hair on his head snorted and glanced at Qian Anhui with his white eyes.

At this moment, ghosts and monsters were everywhere, and he was the only one. Qian Anhui completely forgot what the boss had said to her before, let alone supercilious, even if he called her a pighead, Qian Anhui had no objection.

"Help, boss!"

Qian Anhui ran behind the boss, and the ghost behind her was chasing her even more closely, with a speed like flying.

"do not go!"

"don't want!"

Weird shouts kept ringing in her ears, but Qian Anhui ignored them, and she was about to run to the boss.

Just then, there was a "click".

In the corridor that had been shrouded in darkness all this time, someone pressed a switch, and suddenly the light came on, and the reflection was dazzling.

Several huge mirrors suddenly appeared at the end and side of the corridor.

Qian Anhui ran and looked up at the glasses, with extreme horror suddenly appearing in her eyes.

In the mirror, the boss, who should be a normal person, was soaked in blood. The machete in his hand was splashed with blood drop by drop. The corridor was already flooded with red, turning into a sea of ​​blood.

He picked up the machete and pointed at the ghost behind him, with a grin on his face.

"I'm worried about not having enough raw materials for chicken chops. It seems that you want to be chopped again."

The moment he passed by, Qian Anhui heard his words clearly.

"what!!!"

The blade fell, and blood spattered everywhere.

With a sound of "dong", a corpse suddenly landed on the ceiling of the corridor, as if it had been hiding not far above the head before.

Qian Anhui deeply hated why her eyesight was so good, she could see the face of the corpse clearly even when she was running.

It was the boss who was slashing people (ghost?) not far away. The collar of his clothes was open, and the skin and muscles on his chest were peeled off, revealing several bloody letters.

"P, A, S, S"

There was a clanging sound of dragging the knife behind him, and in the mirror, he could see that the boss had finished cleaning up the two monsters, and was walking towards him at a very fast speed.

Qian Anhui tried her best to run faster, but when she ran to the middle of the corridor, another corpse hung upside down from the ceiling. The corpse used Hu Yong's face, with only a slight gap.

The clothes on the chest were also open, with messy marks cut by a knife——

"O, U, T"

"Should I pass or OUT?" Qian Anhui's thoughts were already confused, she was thinking while running under the boss's pursuit.

The answer was revealed quickly, and the third corpse that fell from the ceiling directly tripped Qian Anhui.

She fell to the ground, looking down at her own face.

Perhaps considering the need for harmony, her neckline is pulled well.

But that's not something to be thankful for.

The boss finally caught up, picked up the knife, and gave a grinning grin at the desperate Qian Anhui only a few meters away from the door.

"You have passed the level!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Qian Anhui, who had endured all the way, finally couldn't hold it back. She had a nervous breakdown and sat slumped on the ground, covering her face and crying.

·

Outside.

Chu Ci listened to the screams that were still clearly discernible even though they were separated by a wall, and asked the haunted house system hesitantly.

"Is our script a little too scary?"

"Do you want to adjust the level to be more approachable?"

"The last few corpses should just be removed. I felt that the right to portrait was violated before, although I have already notified it on the 'Instructions for Tourists'."

Haunted house system: "Hey, 888 fear points have been collected, and 1 piece of soul fragment."

Chu Ci: "..."

He asked himself and answered: "Let's forget it."

After all, I am a socialist haunted house owner who has no feelings and only wants to see a doctor for brother Tianqing.

What is conscience?Can you eat?

The author has something to say:

Cast and Crew:

Fake Boss: Huang San'er

Fake Hu Yong: Huang San'er made it up with demon power

The disfigured real boss: Huang San'er used demon power to fix it

Hu Yong's body: Sister Congyun used skin wax to fix it, and Huang San'er fine-tuned it

Qian Anhui's corpse: Sister Congyun made it with skin wax, and Huang San'er fine-tuned it

The corpse of the real boss: Sister Congyun made it with skin wax, fine-tuned by Huang Saner

So, when Qian Xuejie was playing mahjong, delivering food, and escaping from the Jedi, Huang San'er: pinch, pinch, paint, paint, change, change, change, the claws almost cramp

The best Huang San'er in the audience: Owner of the spicy chicken haunted house, return my performance award!I have undertaken hardships that a weasel should not bear!

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