No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

You say that Long Wenhua is unlucky, he has experienced more real supernatural events than all the members of the Guai Tan Association combined, but he is still alive; you say that Long Wenhua is lucky, every time he experiences a supernatural event, he will give Long Wenhua Bringing painful lessons that will never be forgotten.

What is this called?

Probably painful and happy.

"Will Brother Long refuse to leave the hospital in such a tragic situation? What a resolute man!" Xiao Tiantian looked at the ward in the hospital, her eyes shining with longing.

Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian suddenly had a chill, only Mr. J's pupils who concealed his madness showed some doubts, "President, the team building of the Guild Talking Association ran from Yangping to Nanhe, and it should be over!"

"No rush, today is the last day!" Su Che waved his hand, "The hot springs on the Nanhe side are good, let's take a dip in the hot springs before going back!"

After being reminded by Director Zhao, Su Che realized that he couldn't come to Nanhe for nothing. He brought back souvenirs from Fenzhai Village, and wanted to experience Nanhe's characteristic hot springs.

Mr. J couldn't help being silent when he heard what Su Che said. Reasonably, he followed Su Che to many places, and the rhythm of encountering ghosts and supernatural events couldn't stop at all. Even if he was a severely mentally ill patient, he couldn't bear such intense and frequent stimulation.

Going to the hot spring to relax is of course great, but when he looked at Su Che, he always felt that something was wrong. There was a bad feeling haunting his heart, and he couldn't help talking to himself.

"Well, if you're all right, can I go?" Qu Zhuo, who had a very low sense of presence, couldn't bear the feeling of being ignored by everyone, so he said miserably.

Looking at the group of ruthless people who burned down the graveyard village in front of him, Qu Zhuo dared to swear that tonight's encounter with the evil sect was definitely countless times more horrifying than the time he entered the graveyard village alone to invite Wutongshen back, luring him to invite him from the graveyard village. After the tragic death of Yang Xingfa, the god of Wutong, at the hands of the red-clothed female ghost, his resentment has completely disappeared.

In particular, Wutongshen was hacked to death by Su Che with a butcher's knife, and the vicious curse cast on him has dissipated, but his family has been destroyed long ago, and his relatives who have close relations with him have all died, leaving only ghosts to pay for their lives It seems that he has no meaning to continue living.

It was only at this time that everyone in the Ghost Story Association and Su Che noticed Qu Zhuo. Su Che frowned and looked at Qu Zhuo, "Strange, did you notice that something is wrong with Uncle Qu, his sense of existence suddenly became very weak!"

Speaking of the sense of existence, Su Che instantly remembered that when he first met Huang Xiaoying on the 714 bus, Huang Xiaoying had a very low sense of existence before the night of returning to the soul. Under the nose of the evil spirit, it was going in and out of the 714 bus without being noticed.

Now Qu Zhuo is in this state, if he hadn't opened his mouth to speak, Su Che and others would have ignored him for a while.

"Strange?" Qu Zhuo was puzzled, and after thinking for a long time, he said slowly, "It seems that all the life-buying money that appeared by my side these years has returned, and now I have a feeling that my life is passing by at a very fast speed. I... ...appears to be dying..."

"Brother Ye, come here!" Su Che shouted to Ye Bin, who was standing alone with a paper lantern, looking weak and helpless.

Seeing this, Ye Bin hurried over, and the shining brilliance of the paper lamp dispelled the last haze before dawn and shone on Qu Zhuo.

However, it didn't work. Qu Zhuo was still aging visibly to the naked eye. The crow's feet at the corners of his eyes gradually deepened, the wrinkles on his face appeared like ravines, his thick hair began to become bald and white, and his teeth fell out one by one.

In just a few seconds, Qu Zhuo was already terribly old, his clothes pockets and trousers pockets were slowly bulging, and all his pockets were filled with blood-stained money.

Ye Bin was stupefied by the scene happening in front of him, he looked at Su Che dumbly, "Brother Zhou Tan, what's going on?"

The glowing candles of the paper-tied lamps did not flicker or sway, nor did they undergo any abnormal changes. They were burning quietly as usual, exuding warmth and bright light.

Qu Zhuo's aging didn't stop there, but became faster and faster. The wrinkles as deep as ravines on his face began to appear large and large age spots, and a decadent old spirit emanated from Qu Zhuo's body.

Immediately afterwards, Qu Zhuo suddenly trembled all over, and then fell to the ground stiffly.

It was cold and dead silent, as if it had been dead for a long time.

His wrinkled and age-spotted face still had the last pained expression before his death. His mouth was wide open, and fear was frozen in his dilated pupils. His face was ashen, and his body began to emit a rotting corpse smell. .

Qu Zhuo died... just died in front of everyone without warning...

"How did this happen? What happened?" Ye Bin looked at Qu Zhuo's rotting corpse with a livid face.

Su Che slowly spit out three words, "Money for life."

Everyone in the Ghost Story Association looked very uncomfortable. Such a strange scene made them feel alarmed, while Su Che recalled the content of the conversation with Dongjiang Guoan's hoarse man's voice, "The real scary ghosts are just like this kind of ghosts." Something? Conventional exorcism items can't have an effective effect on it at all, as long as you get entangled with it, you will die!"

After contemplating for a moment, Su Che thought to himself, "It seems that the person under the River Barrier Bridge in Jiangcheng is probably also this kind of ghost!"

【档案编号：JC-2010-0101-01】（注：该档案已合并至主档案，编号为：SQ-2010-11-A）

[The supernatural event of the River Lane Bridge in Jiangcheng City, Dongjiang Province (Code Name: Death Pendulum Clock)]

[Hazard Level: A (Destruction Level)]

[Behavior pattern: regular ghosts]

【Whether it can be controlled: Yes】

【Whether it can be eliminated: No】

【Priority: Highest】

[Details: abbreviated (entry keywords, Jiangcheng, River Barrier Bridge, pendulum clock)]

【Control measures: ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇】

[47 members including Kong Yu and Wang Jie, members of Dongjiang Guoan Special Service Division [-] (Night Watch) were killed in the line of duty]

[Summary: The containment of the death pendulum clock failed, causing a level 3 supernatural event to go out of control. Call the code name: ▇▇ (file number: DJ-A-07), and carry out emergency control of the death pendulum clock event out of control disaster]

[File Appendix 3: List of Martyrs]

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life money...

Everyone in the Ghost Story Association and Ye Bin immediately remembered the few blood-stained paper money they saw in the small town outside the grave village. This kind of small thing is so terrifying, even under the light of the paper lamp, Qu Zhuo still died strangely in front of everyone.

It must be a lie to say that he was not panicked. Ye Bin was almost terrified. For this kind of ghost beyond his imagination, Ye Bin's hand holding the paper lantern tightened. The trace of blood was also unaware.

After all, everyone in the Guai Tan Association has rich experience, so they are relatively calm. The madness in Mr. J’s pupils is fleeting. Mieji, what do you think, President?"

"It's not necessary." Su Che sighed, and took out the black book. Under the black mist, Qu Zhuo's rotting corpse disappeared from the road out of thin air, and a line slowly appeared on the yellowed paper of the black book. Big characters dripping blood.

'Qi Si Si Si Si: buy life money'

Next to the bloody handwriting, blood-stained paper money appeared as if printed on a mold, and stories about Qu Zhuo appeared line by line from the yellowed paper.

"The book in the chairman's hand is really a good thing. It's really about murdering people, destroying corpses and destroying traces..." Su Che cast his dangerous eyes on Mr. J, and he immediately changed his words, "It's really about traveling at home, An artifact for moving and transporting goods.”

Two streams of cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and Mr. J cried out in his heart, "What do you tell me to do when I meet a normal person who is even crazier than mentally ill? I am also very desperate! I must not stay in Qingshan Mental Hospital any longer. Jiangcheng must move out immediately!"

Qu Zhuo was killed by a strange life-paying money under the eyes of everyone, and his aging and desperate appearance before his death made everyone shudder.

Ye Bin's expression was a little dazed, Su Che went up and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Brother Ye, don't panic, I'll get rid of that ghost on you as soon as the day breaks!"

"Then I would like to thank Brother Zhou Tan..." Ye Bin said with a strong smile.

Qu Zhuo's strange death was more direct and profound than the fear brought about by Yang Xingfa's death in front of Ye Bin's eyes. At least there were traces of Yang Xingfa's death.

But Qu Zhuo's death was more evil than others, and there was no trace of it.

You know, when Ye Bin ran into Qu Zhuo in a small town outside the grave village, Qu Zhuo was throwing money for his life. There is some faint admiration.

But he didn't expect that the life money thrown away by Qu Zhuo would come to him again and kill him so quickly.

There is no room for any reaction from them.

Not long after, the red sun slowly rising from the eastern sky radiated light and heat, completely dispelling the remaining haze of the night.

Su Che and the members of the Ghost Story Association waited for a long time outside the hospital, but the strange woman who attacked Long Wenhua with a ghost doll did not appear again, so Su Che and the others could only find an early breakfast shop near Nanhe People's Hospital to fill their stomachs , Waiting until the sun was rising three poles, nothing unusual happened.

In the end, it was Long Wenhua who spoke on the phone, "Why don't I transfer to Jiangcheng to recuperate, and I will go to Shuangqing City to discuss cooperation in a few days!"

Since that strange woman did not appear again, it was obvious that sitting on the sidelines and waiting for death would not work, so Su Che had no choice but to return to Nanhe People's Hospital to pick up Long Wenhua.

As for returning to Jiangcheng...

This!How!what!Can!can!

Su Che didn't plan to leave Nanhe County without killing all the members of the Tarot Society cult in Nanhe County and taking their ashes away.

What's more, Director Zhao also took a hot spring at the Yundingshan Hot Spring Hotel in Nanhe County, and the place name of the Yundingshan Hot Spring Hotel was mentioned more than once in the yellowed paper in the black book that recorded the strange story of "buy life money".

So Su Che plans to lead the members of the Ghost Story Association to investigate the situation near Yundingshan Hot Spring Hotel, but before that...

Bang!

The black lacquered coffin containing the corpse king slammed on the floor, and the cold corpse air spread wildly. The pale coffin bacteria even got into the gaps in the floor tiles, spreading and growing around.

This is Ye Bin's residence in Nanhe. Long Wenhua looked curiously at the black lacquered coffin exuding a cold corpse air. He had watched Sun Cheng's live video and knew that the coffin most likely lay in that coffin. Zombies appearing on the live screen.

Staring at Su Che deeply, Long Wenhua's mood was extremely complicated, "Mr. Su can even bring this thing out of the graveyard village. Is this the legend of bringing some local products home?"

Su Che wasn't in the mood to pay attention to Long Wenhua's petty thoughts, he turned to Ye Bin and said, "Be prepared without Brother Ye!"

"I'm fine!" Ye Bin nodded solemnly.

Afterwards, he took out all kinds of fish he bought from his shopping bag, and took out the fish he caught the night before from the refrigerator, and solemnly started cooking with a kitchen knife.

Heat the oil in a hot pot, and put the whole fish into the pot. Ye Bin, a seasoned fisherman, made the fish on hand into fragrant dishes in a short time.

The aroma of the fish meat became more and more intense, and the aroma became more and more attractive, but it only lasted for a short time. This attractive aroma was faintly mixed with the stench of dead fish.

Ye Bin smelled the increasingly strong stench of dead fish, his stomach twitched, and his throat throbbed from time to time, making him very uncomfortable as if he had a fishbone stuck.

The smell of fish in the air became weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely. The stench of dead fish and the smell of rancid food blended with each other, filling almost every corner of Ye Bin's residence.

quack......

Suddenly, a piercing strange cry echoed in the room. This strange cry came from the combination of the stench of dead fish and the smell of rancid food, and fell to everyone's ears.

"What...what's the sound?" Ye Bin, who was still cooking, was startled and asked tremblingly.

Su Che said with a smile, "What other sound could it be? That ghost is here, and everyone in the room can't wait for it to be seated. Wouldn't it be a pity that no one will eat this delicious dish?"

As soon as the voice fell, the strange scream of quack continued to echo in the room, and there was another voice at the same time.

Whoa... whoa...

Just like the cries of infants and young children mixed with the squawking, the stench of dead fish and rotten food became stronger and stronger, and those dishes that Ye Bin had just got out of the pot turned black and rotted into a ball very quickly.

Ye Bin suddenly felt a chilly air coming from behind him. This feeling...was exactly the same as when the corpse king suddenly attacked him...

In the next second, a shining paper lantern quietly appeared from the side, the warm candle flickered slightly, something invisible screamed loudly, the wind blew suddenly, Ye Bin There seems to be something extra in the house.

Su Che walked out of the kitchen where Ye Bin was cooking with a paper lamp, and observed the strange changes in the room. Dense droplets of water condensed on the tiles, and the stench of dead fish in the air was completely covered by the rotten food. The sound of trampling bare feet resounded in the silent room.

At this time, the expression on Ye Bin's face was uglier than crying, but Su Che's face was relaxed, and he smiled cheerfully, "It doesn't matter if you don't come out, open the coffin and feed the corpse king to eat fish, I want to see you and the corpse king Which one is more fierce!"

After speaking, Su Che led Ye Bin to the black lacquered coffin placed in the room in twos and threes, lifted the coffin boards, and poured plates of rotten and blackened dishes into the mouth of the corpse king with his fangs protruding .

At this time, the water droplets and strange movements on the floor tiles in the room brought a depressive cold and gloomy feeling, and suddenly stagnated.

Nailed by Su Che in the pitch-black coffin, the corpse king's fangs protruded out of the mouth, and black air was emitted from the mouth, and then it was slowly burned under the candlelight of the paper lamp.

Ye Bin hesitated for a while, but there was a strange desire to complain in his heart, "Isn't it, there is such an operation?"

When he was in Tomb Village, the image of everyone in the Ghost Story Association holding down the old village chief and feeding him fish has been etched into Ye Bin's mind. The dishes poured into the belly of the corpse king.

This is even more outrageous than using gasoline cans to blow up ghosts that night in Lanjiang Night Fishing!