Yang Shu cursed this incompetent cousin on the phone, and then rushed back in a hurry.

This bar was originally outside the amusement park, and there was nothing to do in the horror house. Du Mengqing was the only one who collected money and checked tickets. Moreover, she had done this a lot, and she was more than enough to deal with it alone.

Instead, Yang Shu lost his life.

In the horror house, they were also lost when they entered, and they would walk out inexplicably if they couldn't walk a few steps.

This kind of strange thing was very novel at first, but later I became accustomed to it.

The amusement park was renovated very quickly, and he began to wander around. Later, it was boring to wander around the amusement park, and some newly opened bars outside became his common places.

After all, he is a middle-class person worth 20,000 yuan a month.

In addition, he is not very old and is a complete success.

But all of this was given to him by Zhang Shuo.

And now, this incompetent cousin can't even cover him, which really makes him both annoyed and angry.

"What a waste!" He cursed angrily, ran away.

In less than ten minutes, Yang Shu came to the door of the Horror House and saw the tall and strong cousin. He was so angry that he couldn't even make a fuss.

"What else can you do when you say you?"

Wang Fugui pursed his lips.

"Cousin, you must tell me."

Yang Shu snorted coldly.

"Tell me? Who told me? It's not certain whether my job is guaranteed!"

Wang Fugui was a little stunned, not understanding why Yang Shu said that.

He wanted to ask again, but Yang Shu no longer cared about paying attention to him and hurried into the horror house to find Zhang Shuo.

After the familiar dark corridor, Yang Shu came to a grassland.

In front, Zhang Shuozheng and Du Mengqing were sitting on a big rock, as if chatting and laughing.

Yang Shu walked over with some anxiety.

"Mr. Zhang."

He lowered his head and whispered, looking like a child who had made a mistake.

Zhang Shuo glanced at him and smelled the smell of alcohol emitted from his body.

"Have you gone to drink?"

Yang Shu didn't dare to speak.

Zhang Shuo said: "There will be all in Du Mengqing's place in the future. If there is another time, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Yang Shu nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely perform well!"

Zhang Shuo waved his hand and told him to leave first. Yang Shu didn't dare to say anything else. Zhang Shuo didn't care, which made him very satisfied.

Yang Shu breathed a long sigh, took a step back, and arrived in the dark corridor, behind him was the gate of the terrifying house.

On the grass, Zhang Shuo and Du Mengqing sat side by side, looking at the under the cliff not far away. The fog dissipated, and scenes were placed side by side, like a city.

Hundreds of people were exploring inside, some were chased by ghosts and fled, while others seemed to have discovered hidden ways of playing, avoiding attacks through various blind spots, and gradually moving forward.

There are also some people with iron heads, and they choose frontal hard bars, but they are no match for them at all.

Because they signed an agreement before coming in, they may suffer some minor injuries, which means that ghosts can also hit these tourists.

This setting not only did not attract any plans, but instead made the Horror House even more popular.

Many people were beaten once and wanted to buy tickets for the second time without stopping.

That’s right, you have to get a lottery to buy tickets now because there is really a shortage of supply.

"The number of receptions per day is 150 to 200 people, and 300 places are open on weekends."

Du Mengqing said.

Zhang Shuo nodded.

Three hundred people, this is the upper limit given by Zhang Shuo before, and it cannot exceed this number, otherwise the operation of the horror house will be a bit overloaded.

"You did a good job." Zhang Shuo said.

"Du Mengqing." Zhang Shuo looked at her and said seriously: "Have you never doubted what's here?"

"here..."

Du Mengqing was stunned.

She knew what Zhang Shuo was talking about, but she shook her head.

"I think there are some things that are not yet when I know them."

Zhang Shuo couldn't help but rub the cute girl's hair and said:

"Indeed, now, it's not time for you to know, but one thing I can tell you is that there are many things in this world that we haven't seen but do exist, such as supernatural beings!"

"Supernatural?"

Du Mengqing had goose bumps on her body. She looked at Zhang Shuo and said in fear:

"Boss, don't scare me."

Zhang Shuo smiled.

"Actually, there is no need to be afraid. Even if it is an unknown thing, as long as you have contacted it, it will no longer be unknown. Similarly, if you can control that power, there is nothing scary. Instead, you can become powerful."

Du Mengqing shook her head like a rattle.

"Boss, I am an ordinary person. I just want to be an ordinary person. Maybe I have a strong power to be gained by others, but I think my life is already very good."

Zhang Shuo looked at her deeply.

From her eyes, Zhang Shuo knew that she had accepted the supernatural existence. However, whether to become a psychic is also her personal choice. Zhang Shuo can give her a chance, but she will not force her.

"Okay, if one day you need this strength, you can come to me."

Du Mengqing nodded.

Zhang Shuo asked her to go out, while he sat here, still watching under the cliff.

A woman in a light yellow dress appeared next to Zhang Shuo at some point.

"It disappeared for a while, Feng Ling."

Zhang Shuo spoke.

Feng Ling looked at Zhang Shuo and bowed.

"Owner."

Zhang Shuo looked at Feng Ling. Compared to before, Feng Ling's current aura became more solid and his strength was obviously recovering.

Zhang Shuo said:

"Feng Ling, you should know a lot of ways to practice, right?"

Feng Ling nodded,

"In ancient times, all warriors had to practice. I am a member of the Feng clan, and everyone was a cultivator."

Zhang Shuo pondered slightly and said:

"Now there are a group of people who have become psychics, but there is no systematic practice method, so I want to ask you to teach them some."

Feng Lingdao:

"The master told me that Feng Ling would do it naturally."

As soon as Feng Ling finished speaking, he waved his hand to the hillside.

In an instant, dozens of cushions and low tables appeared on a flat ground, and a yin and yang fish with black and white energy slowly rotating slowly, floating in the front, exuding an indescribable and wonderful Taoist rhyme.

"This is?"

Zhang Shuo looked at the Yin-Yang fish and was a little surprised.

Isn’t this the Taoist Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram?

Feng Ling also understands it?

Or, in fact, the Tai Chi diagram appeared earlier?

Feng Ling saw Zhang Shuo’s doubts and explained:

"The master, white qi is yang, represents human, and black qi is yin, representing ghosts. Yin and yang are originally one, which is the two sides of things. When the yang disappears, yin appears, and ghosts are born."

Zhang Shuo nodded slightly.

It sounds quite profound.

"But, aren't there very few ghosts? The vast majority of people disappear after death?"

Feng Lingdao:

"The world is also divided into two sides of yin and yang. There is naturally a underworld in the human world. Although it is one, there is a line that will never meet black and white. If there is a person on earth, there will be a ghost in the underworld."

Zhang Shuo understood.

He looked at Feng Ling.
Chapter completed!