How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 75

Chu Ci and Shen Yan finished listening to the ghost king's narration.

He frowned.

From just a few statements, one can already imagine the scene in the last ward full of embryos. This kind of behavior has touched the bottom line of human morality, and even challenged ethics and life itself.

"Didn't you take out a talisman paper from the ward? Show me." Chu Ci said.

The ghost king took out the talisman paper in a talkative manner and unfolded it.

There are twisted and twisted symbols drawn on it, most of Chuci have never seen it, but they can feel an uncomfortable evil from the handwriting.

The Ghost King and Shen Yan glanced at each other briefly.

"Are you familiar?"

"..."

"It wasn't drawn by that old man, and it has something to do with him, besides..."

Touching his chin, the ghost king said: "I also saw similar talisman papers around the room. Those who want to come to the hospital use the newborn's yang energy and talisman to suppress the secrets of heaven."

"To be able to create such a place in such a big city as Linjiang City, and to hide it for such a long time... is someone," he raised his lips and smiled, "If there is a chance, I really want to meet him."

Chu Ci: "What do you see? Are you going to PK with him in real life?"

Ghost King: "..."

He was speechless for a moment when Chu Ci looked at himself and Shen Yan suspiciously: "Speaking of which, why do I always feel that the two of you have secrets from me?"

Raising his vigilance in his heart, he heard himself and the annoying ghost next door answering at the same time: "No!"

The Heavenly Soul and the Earthly Soul looked at each other, one with a cold face and the other with disgust.

"Who wants to have a secret with him?"

"Emmmmm..." Hearing the two people's unanimous answer, Chuci Holmes touched his lips, "I'm even more skeptical...there is still such a tacit understanding."

"..."

Shen Yan looked at the ghost king as if he was looking at the air, and the ghost king's attitude was even worse. He fanned the wind with his hands, and simply expressed it with actions, standing behind Chuci, as if Shen Yan was PM2.5.

·

In this weird atmosphere, the three walked out of the hospital.

Uncle Huang crawled out of his schoolbag, found a secluded corner, turned into a human, and led them to the underground parking lot.

"Ah," the ghost king looked at him, and suddenly patted his forehead.

"how?"

"So there was a weasel, I almost forgot just now."

"..."

Uncle Huang's honest and honest face froze slightly, and then he said: "If you forget it, forget it."

"...Anyway, I'm used to it."

When we were two people in the past, the weasel was only suitable for the bottom of the car.Now with three people, the situation seems to be similar.

"Crack." Uncle Huang started the engine, thinking that he and Gu Mantong in the co-pilot should share the same illness.

In the Shura field of human beings, the weasel does not deserve a name.

……

In the car.

The ghost king is tall and has long legs, but he doesn't want to sit in the co-pilot, he just wants to squeeze in between Chu Ci and Shen Yan.

"Let it go." He stretched his legs.

Shen Yan glanced at him calmly, opened the door and got out of the car, and opened the door on the other side.

Chu Ci blinked, looked at his fiancé hesitantly, and said to the ghost king on his right: "Give it up?"

Ghost King: "..."

With full negative energy, he moved his butt and squeezed to the side, letting Chu Ci sit between himself and Shen Yan.

The car started, and Chu Ci, who was caught between the two, felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, so he coughed lightly and changed the subject.

"Things are almost clear. The reason why Jiang Xiaoying was framed may be inseparable from the scene seen in the hospital."

After going back that day, Jiang Xiaoying contacted Chu Ci several times through text messages and explained her current situation clearly.

Since more than a month ago, she has felt low energy, dreamy at night, and has become irritable and irritable.At first Jiang Xiaoying heard the assistant's words, thinking that she was under too much pressure from work, but then she began to see some horrible and bizarre scenes repeatedly in her dreams, and even gradually began to hallucinate during the day.

"...until the day I came to Chuhua University to do a program."

Before that day, the Gumantong in Jiang Xiaoying's hands lacked the necessary procedures, and his soul body was very fragile, and he could only appear briefly at night when the yin energy was very strong, but it happened that Xiao Yunlan was released from the underground formation and escaped. The yin and ghost qi emitted by Gumantong are absorbed by Gumantong, making it stronger.

"I have occasionally seen the baby at night over the years, and I am not afraid of it, and the baby just wanted me to play with it that day, but a moment of carelessness frightened the cameraman who has worked with me for several months, When I ran with him, I saw the medicine in the cameraman's pocket..."

The drug Jiang Xiaoying saw was a prescription drug for treating bipolar disorder. Overdose may lead to mental disorders, and even hallucinations in severe cases.

Because of her work, she had been exposed to this type of drug, and the moment she saw the pill box, she thought of her previous situation, and couldn't help but feel horrified.

"So I quietly asked the baby to scare the cameraman severely, and asked the source of the medicine when he was in a nervous breakdown, and unexpectedly learned that he was hired by Mr. Song to follow me, and the same hired He is not the only one..."

After returning to work, Jiang Xiaoying was more careful, carefully checking everything at the entrance, and at the same time asked Gu Mantong to monitor the surrounding staff.

In the end, she discovered that her assistant, A Tong, mixed the medicine in the capsule with the coffee he usually drank while recording the show.

"What else can I do?" In Jiang Xiaoying's last message, a wry smile can be seen on the corner of her lips: "I know they are secretly, and even my assistant who has been with me for three years has been bought by Song Zhiyuan, who else can I trust? ?”

"I can only pretend to be crazy as they wish, and see Song Zhiyuan's next move, but I don't trust the baby, and I can't let it fall into Song Zhiyuan's hands. I can only ask you, classmate Chu."

and so……

"Next, we will definitely continue to investigate along this clue, but what about it?"

"Huh?"

Seeing the hand pointing at him, Gumantong tilted his head.

Ghost King: "Tsk, it's troublesome, it's useless and a waste of Yin Qi, why don't you eat it."

Gumantong was so frightened that his eyes burst into tears.

Chu Ci patted his hand: "What nonsense?"

"No nonsense, I'll do it if you don't have the heart to do it." Licking his lips, the ghost king smiled maliciously: "I haven't eaten a child yet."

"Wow!" Gumantong was so frightened that he "swish" across the seat and hugged Shen Yan's arm.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yan lowered his head, looked at its little arms and legs with cold eyes, and said calmly: "I think it's okay."

"Wow wow wow!" The black tears were about to flood the carriage.

"..."

Chu Ci glanced at the people on the left and right who were desperately building steps for him, cleared his throat, and pretended to be nonchalant: "Forget it."

"Well, since you want to stay in the haunted house, you can't just eat and not work. I saw that you performed well in the school library last time. I will give you a chance to work as a temporary worker."

"The building behind 488 is almost finished. There are 17 different rooms in it. I plan to create them in a different horror style. The theme and setting of these 21 rooms will be left to you."

"Hey~" Gumantong was still young after all, and he didn't understand the sinister thoughts of adults. Seeing that only Chu Ci didn't eat him, he immediately regarded him as the savior, hugging Chu Ci's shoulder and nodding desperately.

"Well, don't be too grateful, hard work is the greatest reward for me." Chu Ci patted its head.

Looking at the child laborers he illegally hired, he couldn't help but smile from the evil capitalist.

"Okay, let's go home and work."

"..."

The system looked at the scene of moral decline in front of him with sighs, and couldn't help but said to Chu Ci in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Host, you are really a sugary rooster."

Not only does it not pull out any feathers, but it also sticks the feathers of other chickens.

Chu Ci: "I'm overwhelmed."

·

In the next few days, Shen Yan and the ghost king seemed to get busy. One used his relationship to investigate Tianxin Hospital, and the other sent his ghost to monitor Dr. Xu and Dr. Li 24 hours a day, even when they went to the toilet. let go.

After class, Chu Ci temporarily put aside this matter and began to focus on the expansion of the haunted house.

The last time I used the "Happy Challenge" and Jiang Xiaoying's Weibo to promote, the result was better than Chu Ci's imagination. After all, Jiang Xiaoying is a popular host with tens of millions of fans on Weibo. After the supernatural incident, a fan whose family was near Chuhua City wanted to check in at "Scared You Didn't Discuss", by the way, to confirm whether the handsome boss really had the blood of a great prophet as in the legend, and could both catch monsters and exorcise ghosts.

Here comes...

Handsome bosses may not be encountered by chance, but the fans who come out of the haunted house are all pale, knees weak, and legs trembling. When they walk out of the gate and see the sun, they are like prisoners in prison. wind.

"It's so realistic! The ghost inside is as real as it is!"

"Yes! When you are scared, the female ghost lady will suddenly appear from mid-air, lie on your shoulder and sing to coax you [laugh and cry]"

"Now I fully understand why Jiang Xiaoying looks bewitched. If I had to, I would pay a lot of money to find the owner of the haunted house and beat him up."

"It's too much upstairs. What's the point of beating people? It's not easy for my little brother to design such a haunted house. Let him go in and have a go."

"+1"

"Seconded!"

"If the boss is willing to broadcast the visit to the haunted house live, I will smash ten deep-water fish and mines, and post it as proof!"

"What are deep-water fish and thunder? The boss is broadcasting live. I will take a plane to Chuhua City immediately. I will bring ten friends with me and go to the No. 488 grave to dance together!"

……

"Boss, our haunted house has been highly discussed on the Internet recently, especially everyone wants to see you go to the haunted house in person." Zheng Lian dedicatedly reported the latest news on the Internet to Chu Ci.

Chu Ci: "What's the matter?"

So, at midnight the next day, on a well-known live broadcast platform, a live broadcast room met with the audience.

Chu Ci: "Hallo, hello everyone, I heard that you want to see me visit the haunted house?"

Zheng Lian had announced the live broadcast on this page as early as the day before. Although the time was late, the enthusiasm of the audience remained undiminished.

"Good school grass!"

"Hi boss!"

"We just want to see you scared."

"To be honest, Ma Ma, No. 488 after dark is so scary!"

Isn't that right, in order to create a terrifying atmosphere, the ghost king specially sent his elite ghosts to squat in the corner with their cheeks puffed up, blowing hard and fanning the air with their hands.

"Let them see what it means to be windy and spooky!"

The culprit sat on the banister, looking smug.

I have hundreds of younger brothers who can help Xiao Ci start a career at any time, can I hate Tianhun?

A dozen golden fireworks suddenly exploded on the homepage of the live broadcast room, and the full-screen announcement was very eye-catching.

"'Tianshi' threw ten deep-water fish and mines at the 'Socialist Haunted House'. 'Tianshi' said to the 'Socialist Haunted House': Roses bloom in September, and I only have you in my heart."

"Watch the local tyrants!" There was an uproar in the live broadcast room.

"Local father, bring me one!"

"The local tyrant and the boss are in true love."

Ghost King: Day Oh.

The ghost king, who was so poor that he only had hundreds of graves and trillions of coins, had a gloomy face.