No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

A drop of cold sweat.

It fell from the head of the Hanged Man.

At this moment, in this situation, if the Hanged Man hasn't discovered what's going on, then he is really a stick.

"Hey, is this crazy Mr. Su still a person? No wonder, no wonder this guy let go so decisively, it turns out that this knife will bring strong bad luck to the user!" The Bloody Bone Slicing Knife is an ominous knife that will devour the Lord.

Thoughts flashed wildly in his mind, "What to do... what to do? How about I return this knife to that crazy Mr. Su? No, since he has managed to let go of it, he will definitely not take it back easily. See I can only randomly find an unlucky guy and give him this knife!"

"As for the insane Mr. Su... and the weirdos it brought..." Gently rubbing the blood-soaked Wutong statue in his hand, the Hanged Man gritted his teeth, "Don't take your blood Let it dry and use it to sacrifice to the Wutong God, I will never give up."

The broken pot picked up the blood-stained bone-cutting knife that had been pierced into the blue bricks of the ancestral hall. The hanged man held the knife in one hand and the statue of Wutong God in the other and pushed open the gate of the ancestral hall, walking into the thick white that had spread to the entire tomb village. inside the fog.

at the same time.

The fire set by Su Che and the members of the Guild Talk Association has completely engulfed the entire grave village. The thick white fog intertwined with the flames soaring into the sky, and the crackling sound of burning wooden houses can be heard endlessly.

The No. 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost knocked over one zombie village after another, and ran over one Huang surnamed villager after another who was neither human nor ghost. burnt to charcoal in the fire.

A rusty bus covered with water and weeds rushed out of the raging flames soaring into the sky.

Holding a chainsaw and wearing a Taoist robe, Su Che pulled the handrail in the carriage, swung the chainsaw with blazing blue arcs, and chopped a monster with a pig head and a human body swinging a giant ax at the No. 714 bus into two pieces.

The dead pig's head soared into the sky and hit the window glass of the car, and the chaotic and crazy eyeballs were still rolling, staring maliciously at Old Mrs. Yang and Xiaoling in front of it.

The pale skin that was already as pale as a dead person was even more bloodless. Old Mrs. Yang sighed and said, "Later, take it easy. Now the whole graveyard village is in chaos, or we might as well run out while it's in chaos."

"You released Wutongshen and that girl, and the graveyard village is completely hopeless..." Mr. Yang's will became more and more depressed.

He and other living villagers living in Fenzhai Village did everything possible to fight against the villagers surnamed Huang who had become neither human nor ghost, risking their lives to stop foreigners who wanted to enter the village, in order to delay as much as possible the two terrifying ghosts in the village. recovery time.

But he never expected that Su Che's group of people slipped into the graveyard village inadvertently, and only a few hours passed...

Grave Village, burned.

Let the two ghosts go.

The village chief is dead.

My good fellow, Mrs. Yang has lived for more than a hundred years, and the stimulation he has experienced in this life is only the day when the Huang family sacrificed blood to that woman, and Yuanzhai Village became a grave village, so it can barely be compared with tonight.

However, Su Che resolutely rejected Old Master Yang's proposal of escaping from the graveyard village in the chaos. Looking at the corpse king's stiff figure jumping in the sky-high flames, he said slowly, "Everyone is here, don't catch the corpse king." Take it away as a souvenir, isn't this trip to Grave Village in vain?"

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Su Che didn't have the coffin to imprison the corpse king, and he didn't plan to use the coffin to seal the corpse king either.

He took out the blood-colored steel wire obtained from the Jianghai No. 422 cruise ship from his backpack. This thing is full of toughness and can be used as a container to bind the corpse king.

The No. 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost rampaged through the grave village, and quickly shortened the distance from the corpse king.

Su Che and others are chasing after the corpse king on the No. 714 bus, while Sun Cheng on the other side has stumbled down the mountain.

From far away, he could see the raging fire covering the entire Grave Village and burning the night sky into red. He immediately thought that some ruthless people must have broken into the Grave Village, and they were attacked by the monster villagers of the Grave Village that night. Raid, then set fire to the village.

Faced with such a ruthless person, Sun Cheng's mind was occupied by the idea of ​​"I can be saved".

When he escaped from the grave village and entered the deep mountains and old forests, he had already lost all the communication items on his body, but when he went down the mountain, he found a backpack hanging on the top of a tree.

Sun Cheng vaguely remembered that this backpack seemed to be the backpack of the studio photographer. After taking off the backpack, he quickly found in the backpack the live camera that the studio photographer had lost because of getting in the way.

When flipping through the backpack, Sun Cheng saw the portable WiFi flashing green light again, and the signal light that had disappeared since they entered the village of the grave village returned to the full state.

"I'm really saved this time!" Sun Cheng was instantly overjoyed.

The black screen of the live broadcast room lost the signal and appeared again. Sun Cheng's entire face was almost in front of the live broadcast camera. He didn't know if there were any viewers in his live broadcast room, so he said directly, "There are still Is there anyone alive? Brother Cheng, something happened to me, and my current location is Fenzhai Village, Nanhe County, Dongjiang Province..."

After a short pause, nothing but fear remained in Sun Cheng's eyes, "Believe it or not, Grave Village is really haunted... my studio partner... prop master Li You , photographer Gao Tianjue, planner Qi Lian...they are all dead...I am the only one who is still alive...Is there anyone alive in the live broadcast room? If you have any, please call the police, my current location is Fenzhai Village, Nanhe County, Dongjiang Province!"

Looking at the live broadcast camera and telling all about his recent encounters and location, Sun Cheng's complexion became worse and worse, the temperature on his forehead became hot, his body began to feel cold inexplicably, and his expression was in a trance under the dizziness.

The screen of Sun Cheng's live broadcast room suddenly recovered, but it was still deserted. Unlike Long Wenhua, who became popular in the red-robed female ghost explosion incident in the Helong Hotel, Sun Cheng was just a low-level spiritual detective live broadcast, especially in Long Wenhua Under the impact of the real and thrilling Tanling, his helplessness in acting was forced to change. As a result, the first time he came to Tombzhai Village, Tanling overturned his car.

After a long time, a lonely barrage drifted across the screen of Sun Cheng's live broadcast room.

"The missing persons have returned. It has been a whole week since Brother Cheng's night visit to the graveyard village was suddenly cut off for a whole week. I didn't expect Brother Cheng to be alive!"

After a while, the second bullet screen floated out.

"You laugh at Brother Cheng for dying early, and Brother Cheng for laughing at how young you are!"

After hiding outside the village and watching for a long time, the thick white fog that covered the entire village was burned red by the raging fire. Sun Cheng didn't know if anyone was watching him in the live broadcast room, let alone if any viewers listened to him and called the police.

With wet clothes sticking to his body, the icy night wind from the mountains howled past, taking away the remaining heat from Sun Cheng's body.

He has already begun to be unable to hold on anymore, the surrounding environment is extremely humid, and the miasma pervading in the mountains and forests makes him dizzy, his forehead is getting hotter and hotter, Sun Cheng knows that he will definitely suffer from high fever and hypothermia if he continues like this Died on the mountain.

Can no longer sit still!

Even if the audience in the live broadcast room called the police, and the Nanhe County police who responded to the police were already on their way to Fenzhai Village, he couldn't hold on until then.

Holding the last glimmer of hope, Sun Cheng stumbled out of his hiding place and headed for the graveyard village shrouded in raging flames.

The camera in my hand shakes violently, the muddy road with water, the wet leaves, the sound of extremely weak walking, and the billowing flames that illuminate the dark night sky in the distance.

There are various indications that Sun Cheng's physical condition and his environment are not optimistic.

Some viewers in the live broadcast room noticed that something was wrong with Sun Cheng's state and started to remind him.

"Brother Cheng, what's wrong with you, Brother Cheng? If you are kidnapped, just blink, and we will call the police to save you!"

"The whole sky is burning red. Did Brother Cheng set the fire? I advise you to take care of yourself, Brother Cheng!"

"What's going on? Didn't Brother Cheng lose signal when he went to some village to conduct a live broadcast of Tanling a few days ago? He couldn't get lost in the mountains. He's been doing survival in the wilderness these days, right?"

"I don't know either. Brother Cheng seems to be in a very bad state. You can see that the clothes he leaked are scraped everywhere and completely soaked in water. Although it is still August, the temperature at night in the mountain I guess is only [-]%. Three or four degrees, Brother Cheng seems to have not realized how bad his physical condition is at all, just waiting for the hypothermia to attack, if he can't warm up in time, he will definitely die!"

"The whole sky is burning red. Brother Cheng would rather die from hypothermia than go to the fire in such a big mountain fire! Is it really haunted over there?"

"Who knows? Brother Long's one-day trip to the ghost port yesterday and after forcing the king to torture ghosts on the Jianghai No. As for the ballroom, it was suddenly cut off for me..."

"Wait a minute, everyone, just now, when Brother Cheng's camera shakes just now, I seem to see a car in the fire over there!"

"Is there a car in the deep mountains and old forests? Is there a hearse? I don't know...there is a car! What is that thing in the sky? It looks like a person... Gan! It's not a person, it's a zombie! "

There was an uproar in the live broadcast room, but Sun Cheng didn't know it at all. He stumbled and ran out of the mountain, only to meet a stiff black shadow jumping out of the tomb village under the sky full of flames.

What followed was a foul wind, mixed with an indescribable smell of putrid corpses.

Bang.

The stiff black shadow that jumped out of the grave village fell in front of him, and only then did Sun Cheng see clearly what the black shadow was.

Withered and thin cheeks, high cheekbones, dead gray skin, and dead eyes full of bloodthirsty and frenzied emotions, the two sharp fangs that pierced the lips even have blood that has not yet solidified.

Zombies!

Sun Cheng, who was influenced by zombie movies in his childhood, immediately realized what was in front of him.

What made him even more dumbfounded was not the zombie in front of him. Behind the zombie, a rusty bus covered with weeds rushed out of the grave village, and a young man stood at the front door of the bus.

Bright yellow Taoist robes, low humming, crackling blue arcs.

Sun Cheng didn't even care about the zombies that appeared in front of him, and he lost his voice in surprise, "Are all Taoist priests so good at playing these days? Driving a bus and using a chainsaw to chop zombies!"

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As soon as the two obvious features of the 714 bus and the blazing blue arc saw in hand appeared, someone soon recognized Su Che in Sun Cheng's live broadcast room.

"My mother asked me why I was kneeling and watching the live broadcast."

"Brother Cheng, run quickly, and the king will appear, be careful to be hacked to death by him as a ghost!"

"Didn't King Bi still persecute ghosts with Brother Long on the ghost ship Jianghai No. 422 last night? Why did he appear in this village out of nowhere? Could it be that he still can't do a clone?"

"Have you noticed that the bright yellow clothes on this king's body seem to be Taoist robes. Could it be that he is the brother of Jiangcheng Guijianchou?"

"It's over, Brother Long is gone, he must have been crushed to death by a female ghost, it's miserable! Brother Long is miserable!"

Sun Cheng, who ran down the mountain, blocked the way of the corpse king. The smell of putrid corpses had wrapped his whole body. The cold and gloomy feeling made Sun Cheng feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

When a living person like Sun Cheng whose blood was not polluted appeared in front of him, the corpse king suddenly became fierce, stretched out his fishy fangs and bit Sun Cheng.

But Su Che's movements were even faster. He jumped off the front door of the bus and slashed straight at the corpse king with a chainsaw wrapped in blazing blue arcs.

Sun Cheng was already stupefied with fright. He had just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den. He had already exhausted all his physical strength after stumbling from the mountain to the graveyard village. He couldn't make any effective response to the corpse king's extremely fast speed.

There was a sharp pain in both arms, and blood spurted out, and Sun Cheng's arms were smashed to pieces with the corpse king's long claws that were more than a foot long.

The two foul-smelling fangs were already approaching the main artery of the neck, and Sun Cheng could even see the ashen pupils of the corpse king clearly. The cold feeling went straight into his arms. In a short time, he felt that these arms no longer belonged to him.

In a blink of an eye, a blazing blue light erupted at close range, and the pungent smell of gasoline appeared in Sun Cheng's nasal cavity instead of the corpse king's putrid corpse.

Grasping Sun Cheng's hands, the corpse king, whose fangs had already begun to bite the bleeding hole at the aorta of Sun Cheng's neck, trembled abruptly, and then his whole body twitched like an electric shock.

Taking a closer look, Sun Cheng realized that the young man who was standing at the front door of the bus wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe and holding a blazing blue electric arc saw had appeared in front of him at some point. palate.

The crackling, blazing blue arcs actually blasted the face of the zombie in front of him into a scorched black mass. Sun Cheng, who was pulled back from the gate of hell by Su Che, did not know where the strength came from, so he stepped back and escaped from the attacking range of the corpse king.

"Is the thick and long chainsaw with special lighting effects delicious?" Su Che asked with a smile on the corpse king who was bitten on the chainsaw and twitched from the electric shock.

da da da da...

The corpse king's stinky fangs trembled with the twitching corpse, not much different from the southerners who could only shiver to keep warm in the cold winter months.

While the corpse king was biting the chainsaw, the blazing blue electric arc wrapped around the chainsaw was conducted along the mouth and entered the body, and he was so shocked that he couldn't take care of himself.

Su Che took out the bloody steel wire, directly tied the corpse king into rice dumplings, and kicked him to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the audience in Sun Cheng's live broadcast room immediately turned pale.

"It's still a familiar taste, it's still a familiar formula, you really are Jiangcheng ghosts!"

"Wild, Bound, Multiplayer.avi"

"Bi Wang is really dedicated to his work. Either he is torturing ghosts, or he is on the way to tormenting ghosts. I would like to call you the strongest in the world of spirit exploration!"

"By the way, no one pays attention to Brother Cheng? Based on my experience in watching zombie movies for many years, Brother Cheng was attacked by a zombie just now, and his hands and neck were injured. The corpse poison must have entered his body. I'll look at the pills."

"Don't worry, the king will definitely kill Brother Cheng before he turns into a zombie, and maybe all the ashes will be given to you!"

"Bi Wang: I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense, I'm just an ordinary enthusiastic citizen, how can you say it so scary?"

When the No. 714 bus came to a stop, Kuang Cheng hurriedly got off the bus, glanced at the corpse king who was tied into a rice dumpling by Su Che, and then looked at Sun Cheng, who was lying on the ground and dying.