No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Hey! What the hell kind of place is this?"

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By the time Su Che found the B&B where everyone from the Ghost Story Association stayed in the huge Yangping Ancient Town, it was already past eight o'clock in the morning. Cruise ship No. 422 recharges its batteries.

When I wake up, the sun is rising.

After a simple wash, Su Che pushed the door out and ran into Kuang Cheng who had been waiting outside the door for a while.

"President, Long Wenhua is gone." Seeing Su Che going out, Kuang Cheng hurried forward and said.

"When did it happen?" Su Che asked.

Kuang Cheng thought for a while and replied, "Before six o'clock in the morning, Sister Tian went to find Long Wenhua this morning. She knocked on the door for a long time but found nothing. After breaking in, she found that Long Wenhua and the live broadcast equipment were gone. "

Last night, Su Che took the big black dog to Yangping Ancient Town alone to investigate the news about the ghost port. It took a lot of effort from the members of the Guild Talk Association and Long Wenhua to find a [-]-hour B&B. After checking in, they waited for Su Che. After checking the news, Che came back to find them.

After returning to Su Che, Long Wenhua disappeared again.

Kuang Cheng brought Su Che to the room where Long Wenhua was staying. Britney and Fatty Qian were searching for clues. Mr. J showed a nervous smile and said in a malicious tone, "Brother, your brother Long ran away overnight. Unrequited love that ends without a cause is really tragic."

"Mr. J, if you don't talk, no one thinks you are dumb. I really don't understand why the president took you out of the Qingshan Mental Hospital. Ward No. [-] is too inferior for you. I think Ward No. [-] It suits you better." Xiao Tiantian's face was ugly.

The two confronted each other, and Fatty Qian hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Don't say a few words, I don't think this matter is that simple. I always feel that there is something wrong with the room Long Wenhua lives in. He may have run into a ghost!"

In the room, all the luggage brought by Long Wenhua was there, but all the people and the live broadcast equipment disappeared. Kuang Cheng suddenly said, "Is it possible that Long Wenhua went out to live broadcast early in the morning by himself, but it's unlikely. I have been upstairs all the time. The inferior president, if he goes out, I will definitely see him, unless he escapes over the wall with a full set of live broadcast equipment."

Su Che silently took out his mobile phone, opened a live broadcast software that he hadn't used a few times after downloading, and calmly found Long Wenhua's live broadcast room. A big, bearded and terrified face appeared on the screen of the live broadcast room.

"Big brothers, hurry up and call the police to save me, I've run into a ghost again!"

Long Wenhua squatted under the window, and through the screen in the live broadcast room, he could see that the environment Long Wenhua was in was almost the same as the room Su Che and others were in at this time, but the sky outside the window was extremely gloomy, and the very ordinary picture gave him A strong feeling of awkwardness.

It's like a living person lying in a rotten coffin, and the diametrically opposite things bring a strong contrast.

"Sure enough, Xiaolong entered the ghost port by mistake." Su Che sighed. Last night, he first asked old man Wei, the last body collector in Yangping, to ask about the ghost port, and then caught Li Si who was monitoring old man Wei. , It was only by accident that he found a way to enter the ghost port.

Unexpectedly, this guy Long Wenhua was sleeping in a bed and breakfast, and when he woke up, he found that he was already in the ghost port. I really don't know whether to call him lucky or unlucky.

"Look, everyone, there is a strange old woman outside. She seems to be more unlucky than Brother Long. Something that I can't see seems to be entangled with her. It's just that this old woman is really old and strong, and her skills almost caught up with me!"

Long Wenhua quietly pointed the camera at the street outside the window, and the invisible and weird scene of the blood-spitting old woman fighting was presented to the audience in the live broadcast room. However, the audience in the live broadcast room obviously saw more things than Long Wenhua.

Floating human-skinned ghosts held burning green candles, blood-soaked handprints all over the street mixed with the blood stains spilling from the walls, it was indistinguishable from each other, strange and terrifying cries penetrated into the ears, making the scalp numb and A black shadow occupies every corner of Ghost Harbor...

The scene that appeared in the live broadcast room was not only terrifying, it was probably not much worse than the legendary Night Walk of the Hundred Ghosts.

"Where is this old woman so sacred, she can still survive in the face of so many ghosts at the same time, is the clothes she is wearing the shroud of the dead?"

"Unlock a new character, shroud old woman!"

"Brother Long, where did you hire the actor? I think this old lady is at least [-] years old, and she even shows up to play action scenes with you. It's hard for her old man. After the live broadcast, I suggest adding two more chicken legs to the box lunch."

"This is really haunted... There are not many living people in the whole town, and those ghosts don't look like human beings at all, and how can Brother Long get so much money to hire the whole town to accompany him in acting? ?”

"Hey, I found the information of that old woman, her name is Granny Meng, she is 85 years old this year, a fugitive from Hongtong Province in Handong Province, a cult member, the number of direct or indirect murders and deaths cannot be counted, it is extremely dangerous, and the bounty is as high as [-] Ten thousand RMB! Brother Long, your chance to make a fortune has come, and if you catch this old woman, you can get rich overnight!"

"Do you want to kill Brother Long upstairs? This cruel old woman is not even afraid of ghosts. Didn't Brother Long rush up to deliver food?"

"At this time, it's time for Brother Long's nowhere to put charm to take effect. Although Granny Meng is seventy years old, she is still a woman. As a friend of the female ghost in Jiangcheng, Brother Long will definitely conquer Granny Meng successfully!"

Su Che was speechless looking at the bullet screens that flashed across the live broadcast room from time to time. This group of viewers was simply afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and they wished that Long Wenhua would go crazy and die.

Taking out the old feature phone, Su Che dialed Long Wenhua's number. Fortunately, when he was live broadcasting with Long Wenhua in Jiangcheng South High-tech Park, he found that Long Wenhua's live broadcast equipment was facing the problem of signal disappearance after entering the ghost. Tricks were made on his live broadcast equipment, otherwise Long Wenhua accidentally ran into the ghost port by mistake, and when they went to the ghost port after dark, Long Wenhua might have been completely cold.

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After a few rings, the sound of the mobile phone ringing came from the screen of the live broadcast room.

Long Wenhua was obviously taken aback by the sudden ringtone. He wanted to call for help a long time ago, but there was no signal on the phone, but his live broadcast equipment was miraculously able to connect to the Internet, so he thought about finding viewers in the live broadcast room through the live broadcast Help.

The mobile phone with no signal at the moment suddenly rang, and Long Wenhua's heart thumped, "It's endless? Running to this ghost place for no reason is already unlucky enough, there can't be more unlucky things, right?"

Fearfully, he took out his phone, and the phone number that came into view made Long Wenhua fall into ecstasy, "Brother, come and save me, there are ghosts everywhere, I'm about to die!"

"Ahem..." Su Che coughed twice, and said quietly, "Xiaolong, I have good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

The heart that had just been let go came to his throat again, and Long Wenhua cried, "Brother, tell the good news first, I really can't stand the excitement now."

"The good news is that we can still be in touch. Not only us, but besides us, there is also a ghost named Mr. Chen who will give you some life-saving reminders on your phone. You should check it carefully!" Su Che said seriously .

"A ghost named Mr. Chen? Why do I need a ghost to remind me to save my life?" Long Wenhua was full of puzzlement. Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, claimed that the ghosts in Jiangcheng were worried. Mr. Su did not save him by himself. thing?

At this point in his thoughts, Long Wenhua suddenly clicked in his heart, and a desperate expression suddenly appeared on his face, "Brother, the bad news you said must be that you can't come to save me now, right?"

"Unexpectedly, Xiaolong, you are quite self-aware." Su Che's voice came from the phone receiver, "Yes, you guessed it right, the ghost port can only be entered after midnight, and the current time is [-]:[-] in the morning. There are eleven and a half hours. So, Xiaolong, you can only rely on yourself now, come on, I am optimistic about you! If you want to become a man in charge of the spirit exploration world, go for it!"

Long Wenhua was already stunned. Without Su Che, the ghost of Jiangcheng, in the thigh hug of Jiangcheng ghost, and in the unknown and terrifying Yangping ghost port, he had to successfully persist until the early hours of tonight before he could wait for Su Che and everyone from the Ghost Story Association. Rescue, this is asking someone to die!

Thinking of how confident he was when he boarded the No. 714 bus, he believed that the danger of Yangping Ghost Harbor was limited, so he wanted to slap himself in the face.

"Heaven is going to kill me!" Long Wenhua shook his body.

There were many thoughts in his mind, and the extremely chaotic Long Wenhua didn't even notice that an old hemp rope fell from the beam above his curled up position, his eyes were slanted and his mouth was crooked, his face was ferocious, and his long tongue stuck out. The hanged ghost was staring at him with horrifying eyeballs that popped out of the sockets, and muddy and dark blood seeped from the bruised neck scar of the hanged ghost, flowing along the old hemp rope.

In the end, the drops fell on Long Wenhua's forehead dripping with cold sweat.

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"Brother Long, look at your head, there seems to be something there!"

"It looks like someone is hanging from the beams..."

"The picture was cut too fast just now and I didn't see it clearly, but there seems to be blood on that rope. Look at that dark red thing on Brother Long's forehead!"

Cut back to the camera from the perspective outside the window, the terrifying hanged ghost on the beam of the house suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, although most of the audience did not see clearly what it was that suddenly flashed across the screen, but just now Long Wenhua and Su Che Although the content of the call became intermittent due to the noise made by Granny Meng and many weird things, they still heard a lot of content.

After learning that Long Wenhua had lost Su Che's thigh, various barrages filled the screen of the live broadcast room.

"Brother Long, danger!"

"Is the script this time Brother Long single-handedly playing the ghost port copy? Old life is new, although it is inhumane to say this, but I want to see Brother Long struggling to death under the pressure of Granny Meng. Isn't it a bit perverted?"

"Upstairs has a really strong taste, and you also drive classic cars. Are you still a person?"

"Don't make trouble, guys, I think Brother Long may have really hit a ghost this time! As a medical student, I swear that the thing that flashed on the live broadcast just now is really a dead person! The pupils are dilated, and the blood on his body is congealed. The corpse spots, the eyeballs protruding from the eye sockets, and the black strangle marks on the thing's neck are exactly the same as the corpses I saw hanged to death in the book!"

"Hello everyone, I'm Brother Long. I'm trapped in a ghost port, but I don't panic at all, because a female ghost will come to rescue me soon. Now, as long as you give me 588 yuan, I will immediately catch a ghost from the ghost port." Only the female ghost sister will bring you home to warm the bed, the quantity is limited, if you want to buy it, hurry up."

Long Wenhua didn't pay attention to the audience's barrage in the live broadcast room at all. His sight was occupied by a line of blood words that suddenly appeared on the phone screen, 'There is a ghost on your head, run away! '

His calves were trembling, Long Wenhua looked up subconsciously, the camera on the top of his head was aimed directly at the hanged ghost hanging on the beam of the room, Long Wenhua only saw a grass rope dripping blood wrapped around it, But in the screen of the live broadcast room, the horrifying and weirdness of staring eyeballs bursting out of their sockets, and blood oozing from the black wound on the neck and falling down the straw rope was so clearly presented in their eyes.

The pot exploded in the live broadcast room.

"Damn, it's really a ghost. Now who dares to say that Brother Long is acting according to the script? Brother Long, run away!"

"Could this be the legendary hanged ghost? I suggest Brother Long to exercise his neck muscles quickly, and strive to be like the guy in "The Ridiculous Six Dragons", swinging on a straw rope and making the hanged ghost explode in anger!"

"Why can you post pictures in the barrage, it has a sense of picture."

Glancing at the mobile phone broadcasting the live broadcast, the ghost hanging from the beam was reflected in Long Wenhua's eyes. The face of suffocated death was twisted and twisted, the neck with black scars was raised high, and the not sticky blood was hanging from the hanged ghost. The straw rope passed by and dripped on his forehead. It was obvious that all this was happening, but Long Wenhua couldn't see it at all.

"I can't see ghosts, I'm just kidding around, I'm dead, I'm dead this time."

Unconsciously, Long Wenhua's thoughts of despair emerged in his heart. Now he dare not look up at the rope of dripping grass hanging from the beam of the house. He has never been so desperate as he is now at the Helong Hotel that night.

With a sullen face, he moved his feet and wanted to leave the room.Probably because of too much tension, the muscles in his calf were extremely stiff. When he moved his feet, a piercing pain suddenly appeared.

"Grass, cramp!"

Long Wenhua fell headfirst to the ground. Now he was completely panicked, rubbing his twitching calf desperately, and whispered into the phone, "There is a hanged ghost on top of my head, how should I deal with it?"

Another line of blood appeared on the phone screen.

' Of course, he rushed up to the hanged ghost and said: Are you uncomfortable being dropped on the beam by the straw rope?How about I put you down?People with good intentions will never be disappointed! '

Looking at the bloody characters on the screen of the phone, Long Wenhua thought about it carefully. It really seemed like this. At the Helong Hotel, Su Che and the uniformed ghost punched the red-robed ghost enthusiastically. They were so moved that they committed suicide on the spot, not counting suicide, even their heart was given to Su Che.

As a veteran who has been observing Su Che for a long time and has experienced many supernatural events, can't I, Long, move Li Gui's cold heart with my sincere enthusiasm?

After struggling in his heart for a moment, Long Wenhua stood up decisively and turned towards the beam where the dripping grass rope was hanging. He didn't see another line of words that slowly appeared on the phone because of the limited screen size.

'Of course, only Mr. Su can do this kind of operation. If you want to do this, you may be killed by the hanged ghost on the spot. I only suggest you run as fast as you can. '

However, Long Wenhua could no longer see the line of blood. He raised his head to look at the blood-dripping grass rope, and groaned and said a few words, "Big brother, is it uncomfortable for you to hang on it? Why don't I, Long Untie the rope for you to soothe your nerves?"

As soon as this remark came out, not only the audience in the live broadcast room booed in unison, but even the hanged ghost who was hanging from the beam and stared at Long Wenhua with incomparable resentment was stunned.

The blood-dripping grass rope floated back and forth.The hanged ghost with a ferocious face was driven to shake slightly, and a cold feeling enveloped Long Wenhua's whole body.

"Brother Long, is this completely freeing himself? You are not forcing the king, don't die, run!"

"Let's not talk about the big guys. Brother Long has been following Wang Moyu for half a month. He didn't learn anything else, but he learned fast by talking coquettishly. I would like to call him the second strongest in Jiangcheng!"

"The hanged ghost moved, it moved!"

Long Wenhua kept his eyes on the mobile phone that was broadcasting the live broadcast. When the audience in the live broadcast noticed that the hanged ghost had changed, he also noticed that the pair of eyeballs that popped out of their sockets were irrational, and the grass dripping blood The rope was tightened inch by inch, and the hanged ghost's head was slowly lowered, and its sagging body was also floating like seaweed.

crunch...

The heart-pounding movement came from the beams. At this time, there was no longer any need for live broadcast equipment to broadcast, and Long Wenhua could see the ghosts hanging from the beams.

"Hiss... Big brother, don't be impulsive, you can discuss everything, I don't understand, I don't understand the rope you hang yourself on, can't you?"

Ga...

bang......

Ga...

bang......

The swing of the dripping grass rope was getting bigger and bigger, and the hideous-looking hanged ghost made Long Wenhua feel more and more gloomy. The whistling cold wind blew on Long Wenhua's neck, like an invisible palm Hold, squeeze slowly, and gradually become difficult to breathe.

"Look quickly, there seems to be a bruise on Brother Long's neck, which is almost at the same position as the scar on the neck of the hanged ghost."

"I also saw that there was nothing on Brother Long's neck just now, and that bruise appeared suddenly!"

"Brother Long, tell me, why are you messing with this hanged ghost? It's not for you to swear. You'd better be oppressed by a female ghost. Of course, Granny Meng is also fine!"