How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 87

Blood spurted out, flowing on the black floor tiles, and a flower with double petals flowed out.

Song Zhiyuan took off his coat, knelt on the ground piously, dipped his hands in the still warm liquid, and painted around the living room.

If one ignores the weird surroundings and just looks at the fanatical expression on Song Zhiyuan's face, one would think that he is a dedicated painter.

Qian Tongjia was so frightened that he was shaking into sieves. He clutched the computer bag with one hand, and wrote desperately on Su Che's arm with the other free hand.

"Cult, cult, cult, cult!"

"We've bumped into a cult sacrifice scene, boss!!!"

He was writing passionately, and suddenly his wrist tightened.

The Ghost King coldly squeezed Qian Tongjia's hand and placed it on Abbot Fakong's belly.

He stared at Qian Tongjia domineeringly, and threatened——

This, mine!

He pointed to the abbot again.

This, you can do whatever you want.

Abbot: "..."

"Amitabha." He shrugged his stomach in a good-tempered manner, signaling the benefactor to be casual.

Qian Tongjia withdrew his hand with a "whoosh".

He was so angry that he forgot his fear.

This flying vinegar is too much!Although I'm a single dog, I don't even let monks off!

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When a group of people were hiding in the curtains and making eye contact, Song Zhiyuan had already completed his work.

He glanced at the huge array on the ground and the wall with fiery eyes, and then carefully took out a handful of amulets of different sizes and shapes from the cardboard box he brought.

These amulets are obviously not made in the same batch. Some of the amulets are still shining, while others are covered with mottled old marks.The small portrait in the center of the amulet has its eyes closed, its head slightly drooping, and its hands clasped together, but its fingertips are all pointing downwards without exception.

"Great monk, what's the point?" Ghost King asked the professional from behind.

"Sin, sin." Abbot Fakong shook his head vigorously.

Before he could explain, Song Zhiyuan kept kneeling and placed the amulets in the center of each symbol one by one.He lifted the cardboard box, and the seven or eight columbariums inside rolled down "ping pong pong" and smashed on the ground, sending gray ashes flying.

Song Zhiyuan's expression became more and more frenzied, and he took out a lighter from his pocket.

With a sound of "click", the flames suddenly burst into flames, and a cluster of forest green phosphorous fires ignited in the air, which was particularly scary.

"I'm not afraid of causing a dust explosion..." Chu Ci muttered subconsciously.

Just as the thought flashed through my mind, I saw that in the amulet on the ground, the Buddha statue with downcast eyes suddenly opened its eyes. at a point in space.

The phosphorescent butterfly flew towards the center, flexibly flying around the intersection of sight lines, the blood on the ground seemed to be drained of vitality, and dried up in a second.

The air was filled with surging Yin energy that was invisible to the naked eye, and the impact made the door and window lattices rattle.

"Come on..." Song Zhiyuan muttered incomprehensible incantations, looking at the strange magic circle with extremely fascinated eyes, as if it contained the wealth, status and everything he had pursued all his life.

"Be careful."

Chu Ci held his breath, feeling that the yin energy around him had grown to a certain level, as if some unknown existence was brewing in the magic circle.

He raised his hand and took out a large handful of talismans from his pocket, clutching them tightly.

At this time, the chandelier above the head flickered.

The Yin Qi surging in the air stopped flowing, and a black hole seemed to open in the void in the center, and an eye slowly squeezed out from the unknown darkness, followed by the tip of the nose, forehead, and chin...

A middle-aged face loomed in midair.

"It's really him." The ghost king who hadn't said anything before sneered.

"Who?" Chu Ci asked.

"Old bastard." Before he finished speaking, the ghost king's figure passed through the curtain and appeared in front of Song Zhiyuan in an instant.

He removed the blindfold on his body, walked slowly from mid-air, then raised his hand, and greeted each of them easily and casually.

"Hi."

"Who are you?" Song Zhiyuan was furious.

He has been planning in the dark for many years, and has long since developed a personality of never saying anything. When he saw someone inserting a stick at an important juncture of his affairs, he immediately said: "Get out!"

After all, the Gumantong around him rushed forward to bite the ghost king according to his will, baring their teeth and claws, very ferocious.

"I don't care who you are, if you dare to make trouble at the moment when the lord accepts the call, you must have the consciousness that you will die without a place to die!"

"You should be thankful that the summoning has not been completed, otherwise, when the master personally takes action, you will surely be unable to survive or die, and even your soul will be suppressed underground forever and cannot be reborn forever!"

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man in front of him opened his eyes.

The moment he saw the ghost king, he screamed: "It's you?!"

"Stop him! Idiot! Stop him for me!"

Song Zhiyuan was caught off guard by the man he had summoned with a slap on his forehead, and rushed towards the ghost king, almost staggering and slapping his face on the ground.

The middle-aged man behind him no longer accepted his sacrifice in a leisurely manner, but struggled desperately, wanting to get out of the black hole as soon as possible.

For a moment, there seemed to be a crackling sound in the air, the space trembled, and the ground shook.

Song Zhiyuan was ashamed and angry, and he didn't dare to argue with his "master", so he put all his hatred on the ghost king.

He took out another amulet from his pocket and waved it vigorously: "Don't be lazy! Go! Give me all!"

Hundreds of arms emerged from the void and grabbed the ghost king. The air was filled with the "hee hee" sounds of the ghost boys, and Yin Qi condensed into a river and wrapped around his body.

Then he was held in the hands of the ghost king, twisted around twice, and swung violently in the air like a belt.

"Snapped!"

Shocked.

Dozens of Gumantongs were pulled out from their hiding places by a belt, clutching their buttocks in disbelief, and rushed towards the culprit again, with long nails protruding from their sharp claws, glowing black.

The ghost king didn't change his face, and once again——

"Snapped!"

Gumantong's buttocks were swollen with blood. They clutched their buttocks and looked at the ghost king's hands with fear in their eyes.

"Huh."

Finally, a thin Gumantong hid under the corner of the wall before the strong wind blew it down.

If there is one, there will be two. Gu Mantong ran faster than the other under the violent control. Seeing them squatting at the bottom of the wall and forming a row of potatoes, Song Zhiyuan became angry with embarrassment: "Trash!"

He took out a gun from his pocket and rushed towards the ghost king.

However, "Boom", a computer bag suddenly flew out diagonally from behind.

The heavy computer slammed into the back of Song Zhiyuan's head, knocking him to the ground with a "plop".

"It is everyone's responsibility to fight against cult members!"

Qian Tongjia folded his arms and huddled behind the curtain, took a peek and then closed his eyes suddenly, as if he hadn't thrown the computer bag just now.

Chuci patted the employee on the shoulder and encouraged: "Good job."

"That is, our programmers are also capable of fighting!"

Before he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of the chandelier shaking through the slits of his eyes, and the middle-aged man in mid-air seemed to struggle to get half of his body out of the black hole. Qian Tongjia finally couldn't hold back the crowing sound of a rooster.

"Hehehe!" He hugged Chu Ci's arm and said incoherently: "Boss! He came out! He and his chest are all exposed! What should I do? Is it too late to delete him as a bug?! "

Seeing his programmer strode to the kitchen and pulled out a sharp meat cleaver, Chu Ci: "..."

"Don't be so cruel." He held his forehead: "Although he is the leader of the cult, he is at his weakest before he comes out of the summoning circle."

"That's right." The ghost king threw away the yin belt in his hand, walked towards the middle-aged man condescendingly, and raised his head with a cat-and-mouse look: "I didn't expect...you also have today."

"Trash!" The middle-aged man glanced at Song Zhiyuan who was limp on the ground, and changed his face when he looked up.

"Azanyan, what do you want?"

He negotiated the conditions clearly: "You have already taken revenge, and almost all the people I sent to guard you were killed by you. There is only one left. If you want, I can give him to you."

"No need." The ghost king moved his hand down slowly.

"What about the soul of that day? Your heavenly soul is in Huaguo, don't you want to devour him? Only one of the two souls can be left. You were split by him and originally suppressed by him, but as long as you and I join forces, It may not be impossible to subdue him..."

"It's a good idea to fight." The ghost king continued to lower his hand: "It's a pity that I still know how to write the words 'seeking skin with a tiger', so stop talking nonsense."

"Continue," he lifted his chin: "Continue, if I can't tell the reason why my heart is moved, I will eat you."

"..."

The room was quiet, the atmosphere was tense, and the dark tide was surging.

Chu Ci hid behind the curtain, and said to Song Daochang in relief: "Listen, he actually knows how to write the words 'seek skin with a tiger'! It's amazing! It's shocking!"

His tone was like that of an old father who saw his mentally handicapped son learn to write his own name.

Daoist Song: "..."

Before he had time to complain about the double standards of the benefactor Chu, he heard the middle-aged man's neck being strangled, his head jumped upwards, and he screamed, "Let go! I get it! I get it!"

"Don't you want to grab a man from Tianhun? It's your fiancé! I heard you chanting his name every day in Southeast Asia."

"If you let me go, I'll help you snatch him back. You know, the Peach Blossom Jiang and Cowhide Jiang in the head drop technique are very powerful! He must be irresistible, and he will be used by you obediently!"

Chu Ci: "..."

People sit at home, and the pot comes from the sky.

He opened the curtain aggressively and pushed the Ghost King aside.

"let me!"

Chu Ci stuffed the ghost exorcising talisman, sky thunder talisman, and prohibition talisman into the middle-aged man's mouth in one breath, and then slapped his head in a circle with a "slap".

"This slap is for my fiance!"

"..."

The middle-aged man looked confused.

Before he could wake up, Chu Ci slapped the middle-aged man in the opposite direction, returning to the original point.

"This slap is for my other fiancé."

"What else do you want to ask now?" He raised an eyebrow.

"You..." The middle-aged man finally came to his senses, he was furious, and shouted, "Who are you?!"

Chu Ci: "Almost forgot."

He pulled the middle-aged man's head like a carrot, and lifted him three feet high from the spot.

"This is for me!"

A knee knocked the middle-aged man out of two tubes of nosebleeds, and Chu Ci broke his wrist with a friendly face.

"I'm that poor, obedient, irresistible little fiancé who is about to be robbed by you under the guise of Niu Pi Jiang and Tao Hua Jiang~"

Middle-aged man: "..."

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Middle-aged man: what look in your eyes? !