How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 63 Shura Field

Mobile haunted house.

The door of the small building on the second floor was open, and the inside was dark, like a beast with its mouth wide open.

The students at the gate have almost dispersed, only a few staff members are squatting at the gate, forming a circle to eat the crayfish in the box.

Just at this moment, a gust of wind blew past.

"Huh!"

The employees were taken aback and drifted away one after another. When they came back to their senses, the crayfish in the lunch box was still there, and the soup, peppers and lobster shells were all swept away by the wind.

"No taste!"

They looked aside vigilantly, seeing that no one was paying attention, they gathered around the lunch box again and divided the crayfish.

"Eat, eat, eat."

"It would be nice to have beer."

As for the ghost that rushed into the haunted house just now...

"What do we wage earners get involved in between the bosses?"

"Yes, the sky is falling and the ghost king is holding it up!"

"Long live Father Ghost King!"

"..."

The ghost king in the building didn't know that he suddenly had more than a dozen optimistic sons.

When the employees held up the red shrimp claws to call Ghost King's father, he glanced at the other end of the corridor.

At the entrance to the outside world, Xiao Yunlan flew over with billowing resentment.

Her fingernails were bulging, her hair was disheveled, her face was pale and her eyes were blood red, which was very scary.

The whistling of the dark wind could be heard from a long distance away, echoing in the corridor with a sharp, disturbing noise, and the rolled up debris pierced the wall, leaving behind cut marks.

Xiao Yunlan: "Go away!"

The ghost king's hand was still attached to the ground, and bloody aura flowed from the ground into his palm like a river.

He turned his head and looked at Xiao Yunlan who had been tormented mad by resentment, with a hint of disdain on his face.

"waste."

"what?!"

Turning his face away, avoiding a bloody blade that was shooting towards him, the man in black repeated his own words in an arrogant manner: "Dragged from a height by these dirty tricks, trapped in the In the mud, make yourself neither human nor ghost, look at yourself, what is it if it is not trash?"

"You!" Xiao Yunlan screamed, and his ten fingers were like sharp blades, attacking the ghost king.

She gritted her teeth: "What do you know?! Do you know what a ghost is? Do you understand what it feels like to be overwhelmed by evil spirit?"

"It was pain, resentment and despair day after day, every minute and every second was suffering, never ending..."

"How can you be sure that I don't know?" The black figure bent back, his long hair was scattered, a strand was cut off by Li Feng, and scattered in the air.

However, in the darkness, those eyes looking at Xiao Yunlan were extremely clear, cold, and penetrating, like a mirror, able to reveal all the weaknesses and loopholes in her heart.

Subconsciously, she stopped attacking for a moment, and even doubted whether the man in front of her was telling the truth.

However, the ghost king moved.

The evil spirit of blood in the ground suddenly rose, covering his whole body, and immediately turned into a red mole on the palm, like a drop of blood oozing from under the pale skin.

With a wave of the sleeve robe, it passed Xiao Yunlan's eyes like a dark cloud. In the next second, someone grabbed her neck and pressed it hard against the wall.

Ten fingers tightened, and the cinnabar mole on the palm was so red that it almost hurt Xiao Yunlan's eyes.

She felt that the ghost energy in her body was being absorbed by the man rapidly, and there was a "clack" sound in her throat.

A sense of weakness that she hadn't noticed for a long time invaded her body, and panic finally appeared in Xiao Yunlan's eyes. She tried her best to mobilize the bloody aura that had tortured her for many years, but found that the power that had been honed in countless times of suffering lost control and generally did not respond to herself.

"you……"

Eyeballs rolled slowly, meeting Ghost King's eyes, Xiao Yunlan wanted to ask him what he did.

The ghost king smiled, stretched out his hand and made a move in mid-air, a bracelet made of ebony and black hair gradually condensed in the air.

"It's you!"

Xiao Yunlan suddenly remembered the power that took away his control over the evil spirit in the auditorium.

"That's right." The ghost king smiled slightly.

"If it weren't for the fact that I haven't digested the grievances in the ground just now, why should I talk nonsense with you?"

After finishing speaking, the slender fingers holding Xiao Yunlan's throat exerted force again, pushing her into the concrete wall with such strength that two people's tendons could be broken.

The voice rang in my ears, like the whisper of a demon.

"Since you didn't hear it before, I'll say it again."

"What are you, you dare to touch my man?!"

Amidst the emotional turmoil, the black mist covering his face quietly dissipated.

Xiao Yunlan's eyes widened, and he saw the handsome and familiar face under the black mist.

She couldn't believe it: "You..."

……

At this moment, the sound of tapping footsteps sounded at the door.

Chu Ci: "Brother Tianqing, walk slowly, it's dark inside, be careful not to bump into it."

"Forget it, I'm familiar with this place, I'll go ahead, and you will follow in my footsteps."

"..."

Seeing that Chu Ci was about to appear in front of her, the hand on her neck was suddenly loosened, and Xiao Yunlan coughed lightly.

The grievances in her body have been sucked away. Although she is weak, her sanity is more than a little clearer than before.

The black mist once again covered the ghost king's face.

In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yunlan, relying on Li Gui's good eyesight, saw various emotions such as jealousy, anger, grievance, contempt, and murderous intent across his face in less than a second, as if he had overturned the palette. .

"……cough."

For some reason, she suddenly wanted to laugh.

The black robe ran across his wrist like running water, and the blood talisman held in his palm was suddenly snatched away.

The ghost king stared at her coldly: "You know what to say and what not to say."

"..."

Feeling that as long as he dared to say "no", he would strangle himself to death even if he was misunderstood by his sweetheart, Xiao Yunlan nodded knowingly.

Then--

"Hey, you're here too?" Chu Ci said pleasantly.

He caught sight of the familiar ghost standing in the mess, and then caught a glimpse of Xiao Yunlan by the wall.

"Mom!" Panting, Liang Hongzhen ran over from behind, staggered all the way, hit the wall and scratched his elbow.

Regardless of his injury, he stepped forward to support Xiao Yunlan.

"You, you, who did this?!"

Xiao Yunlan's hair was disheveled, and there were unhealed finger marks on his neck. Because of the lack of ghost energy, the bruises were difficult to disperse for a while.

At first glance, it looks like it has been ravaged.

"I didn't watch it for a while!" Liang Hongzhen was heartbroken, feeling that it was all his fault.

He turned his neck and pointed at the ghost king who was standing among the broken bricks and rubble, looking as if nothing had happened.

"Is it him?"

The ghost king cast a faint glance.

Xiao Yunlan: "..."

"No, no." The resentment subsided, and the love between mother and child returned. Although he was not very used to a son with crow's feet, he couldn't just let him be strangled to death by a ghost in the middle of the night on the first day they met.

Xiao Yunlan took a deep breath, smiled weakly but firmly and said, "I accidentally bumped into it myself."

"Is it possible to hit a wall like this?" Liang Hongzhen didn't believe it.

"Of course...no."

Spreading his ten fingers, he scratched at the wall, and his titanium-alloy-sharp nails cut off a large piece of wall skin in an instant.Xiao Yunlan said: "That's why I accidentally pinched myself, yes, who made me go crazy just now? Thanks to this gentleman who is willing to help others... no, help ghosts, stop me in time, so that I didn't succeed in self-mutilation."

Chu Ci: "..."

Shen Yan: "..."

Ghost King: "..."

But Liang Hongzhen believed it, he supported his mother, and bowed gratefully to the ghost king: "Thank you for your kindness. If there is anything you can do for me in the future, just ask."

The helpful ghost king: "..."

Against the strange gazes of his sweetheart and rival in love, he didn't want to accept this heartfelt thanks, and wanted to say MMP from the bottom of his heart. ...

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.

Until Shen Yan turned his gaze to Xiao Yunlan and asked, "Where's the blood talisman?"

"what?"

Shen Yan spread his hands, and Uncle Huang held the gloomy wooden urn in his palm.

"It's what was originally there."

"I don't know." Xiao Yunlan blinked, looking left and right but not at the ghost king.

However, the ghost king did not accept her kindness.

He snorted, stretched out his hand and beckoned to Chu Ci: "Come here."

The cuff slipped off, revealing a smear of blood red.

Chu Ci looked at the corner of the blood talisman in his hand, and said hesitantly, "You..."

"What am I?"

The ghost king smiled lowly: "Want to ask me what I am doing at Chuhua University?"

Chu Ci nodded.

The cuffs brushed softly over his cheeks, and Chu Ci felt something lightly brushed past his ear tips.

Immediately, "crash", the wrist was covered with a string of warm wooden beads, which fit perfectly.

The deep voice contained temptation, and said in the ear: "Of course I came to see you."

"It's really cute."

Before the words were finished, the provocative person suddenly withdrew and retreated more than ten meters.

A bunch of orange-red flames rose up suddenly, chasing and burning the hem of his clothes, it seemed that he would not stop until he was completely burned.

In the magnificent firelight, he stared at Shen Yan, there seemed to be a murderous look in his eyes, but it disappeared in a flash, the danger was so trembling.

"I don't want to kill you yet." A strong yin qi mixed with blood qi and baleful qi crazily gushed out from the black sleeve robe, as thick as dark clouds in the sky, confronting Yanghuo in midair.

Shen Yan's expression moved, as if he had discovered some clues, and there was a little doubt in his eyes.

Under the cover of his spiritual consciousness, Yanghuo pulled out a trace of spiritual power weaker than a spider's silk, tentatively touched the opposite Yin Qi, happily submerged into it, and merged into one.

"Heh." The Ghost King obviously sensed this connection, he cut off his Yin Qi in disgust, withdrew his hand, and swung it twice in mid-air.

He stared at Chu Ci quietly for two seconds, and said sympathetically under Chu Ci's puzzled eyes: "You are good in everything, but you are not very good at picking boyfriends."

Chu Ci: "???!!!"

He was baffled, and even wanted to suggest that his new friend go to the hospital to see his brain.

At this moment, "click!"

A yellow figure flitted across the air, vigorous and agile, like a bolt of lightning.

Uncle Huang changed back to his original shape, stretched out his sharp claws, and "crashed" the claws pierced the yin energy of the ghost king's bodyguard, and the weasel pulled out his heart.

Didn't get it.

He made a regretful "click" and didn't want to fight. He kicked on the wall and hid behind Liang Hongzhen.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Shen Yan's spiritual power surged up, widening the opening that Uncle Huang had torn open, and then he stretched out his hand.

"open!"

He took advantage of the ghost king's inattentiveness, one end of the blood talisman was pinched, he pulled his hand violently, subconsciously wanting to break Shen Yan's arm with the other hand, but hesitated for some reason.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Shen Yan's fingers were full of spiritual power, and quickly drew a symbol on the blood talisman.

Then, "click".

Under the action of spiritual power and ghost energy, the jade carving-like spell split open, and a strange red color flowed from the fracture, like bloodstains.

"you!"

The ghost king was furious. He knew that he was the same as Shen Yan who was opposite him, and he still had someone to help him. It would be useless for him to stay here, so he glared at Shen Yan and complained to Chu Ci.

"Look, I got it first, and he bullied me!"

Chu Ci: "..."

It is true to say so, but it is very untrue to say it from the mouth of the ghost king who is so imposing.

With a light cough, he said to Xi Ni: "Then, can you bear it?"

"what?!"

"Otherwise, what should I do? If you tell me this, I can't help it, or I'll buy you a pack of white rabbit toffee?"

"Okay."/"No!"

The two voices appeared almost at the same time, and the ghost king cast a displeased glance at Shen Yan, and seduced his sweetheart with a pleasant face: "He is so tyrannical, he doesn't give you any freedom, what kind of boyfriend is he? Are you sure you want to be with him?"

"..."

Chu Ci almost laughed out loud, but stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

From which book "The Domineering President Falls in Love with Me" did the Ghost King learn the same love skills as elementary school students?

He coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and replied melancholy: "No way, who made me have a marriage contract with him?"

Ghost King: "I..."

He almost blurted out, isn't it just a broken engagement? Who didn't?

But the remaining sliver of reason stopped him, and the ghost king stretched out his hand, and shook Chu Ci's wrist very quickly.

Chu Ci felt a chill on his wrist, and there seemed to be some power injected into the wooden bead string.

The black figure retreated quickly before Shen Yan could make a move, passed through the wall behind the small building, and disappeared without a trace.

The ghost king's voice echoed in the corridor.

"I heard that you went to No. 488 before. I have no use for keeping that house, so I gave it to you. As long as you wear this bracelet, everything under my name will recognize your existence."

"Remember not to take it off."

Chu Ci: "..."

He blinked, and the oath he had sworn in front of the auditorium echoed in his mind.

I don't know that bracelets are made of hair. If I knew that bracelets were made of hair, I wouldn't wear them at all!

But now...

To wear, or not to wear?

Thinking about the haunted house waiting to open, Chu Ci clenched the bracelet tightly.

Really fragrant.

"Ah!" He was about to glance at Brother Tianqing's reaction when he suddenly said.

"What's wrong?" Uncle Huang asked.

Chu Ci glanced at Uncle Huang, and said solemnly: "There is something I just forgot to tell the Ghost King."

"what?"

"It's rare to see elementary school students chasing literature. All the lingering love stories are all in Jinjiang Literature City."

Uncle Huang: "..."

The author has something to say:

Finally, it’s time for Shura. There’s an exam the day after tomorrow, and I’m going to ask for a day off tomorrow to hold my feet. Please note that I haven’t updated orz tomorrow. I’ll repay you next month, jiumi~

Send to the small theater:

Ghost King: He bullied me!

Chu Ci: Oh.

Ghost King: Did you hear clearly, he bullied me!

Chu Ci: ...

Chuci opened the sleeve of the ghost king and found a copy of "The Domineering President's Sweet Petite Wife"

Chuci: What about Jinjiang Literature City?

The next day, the Ghost King smiled charmingly.

He rolled up his sleeves.

wall dong.

Press against the wall to kiss.

ooxx

Chu Ci: No no no!This is not Jinjiang style, did you get in the wrong car for Haitang? !