No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The sole of her left foot, cut off by the blood-stained bone-chopping knife, sent out bursts of piercing pain, but she couldn't care too much, and walked forward with weak steps like a doll on a string, the more uneasy in her heart, The arc of the corner of her mouth opened wider, and she smiled extremely ferociously.

Suddenly, an ominous feeling emerged in her heart, and she subconsciously turned her head to look back. She suddenly found that the blood-stained bone-cutting knife that cut off most of the sole of her left foot had appeared on her back at some time, in Nanhe. The heavy blood-stained bone-cutting knife in the county is now carried on her back like cotton, so light that she can't feel any weight.

"Where is this place?" To be honest, she was a little panicked now.

Zila...Zila...

The street lights beside the sidewalk went out without warning, and a cold breath passed by. She saw a man in blue cloth pushing an old bicycle standing by the side of the road with a gloomy face Showing her a half-smile expression, "Senior Sister, do you know how to get to Anping Bridge?"

This man in blue cloth is a ghost!

"Senior sister, do you know how to get to Anping Bridge?"

The man in the blue cloth clothes was still standing there, looking at her with a gloomy smile, smeared blood from his broken eyes, and a strange smile on his deathly stiff face.

......

The rusty No. 714 bus passed slowly by the side of the road, and two men, one tall and one short, got out of the bus. Their heads were covered with bloody pig-head masks that looked like they had just been cut off.

"What is this place?" The tall man with a pig's head mask asked.

The short pig-head masked man looked up at the neon lights in the night sky, "This is Jingcheng, that ghost has attacked us."

The taller pig-headed masked man let out a dull and strange smile, "Send it to your door to seek death, and this time we can't let it run away."

Tap... Tap... Tap...

The two pig-headed masked men, one tall and one short, didn't finish their conversation, but they didn't expect that when they turned their heads, they saw a thin little girl standing beside them holding a tattered rabbit doll.

There was a faint black air all over its body, its head was hanging on the tattered rabbit doll, its long hair covered its face, and only a fierce expression could be seen on its face, through the gap exposed by the long hair, one could see Seeing the whites of the eyes without pupils popping out of the eye sockets, crawling with writhing maggots.

"Uncle, would you like to play hide-and-seek with Jingjing?"

The little girl holding the tattered rabbit doll was pitifully on the spot, and said malicious words in a childlike voice, "If you can't find Jing Jing, you must stay here forever with Jing Jing!"

The little girl lowered her head, and the writhing maggots on the whites of her eyes popped out of her eye sockets and fell to the ground along her dead gray skin. A strange black air emanated from the little girl, enveloping two pig-headed masked men, one tall and one short. in.

'Part [-]: Hunting Ghosts'

A hoarse middle-aged male voice sounded in the ears of two pig-head masked men, one tall and one short.

At the same time, Han Jinlin stopped typing on the keyboard, looked at the completely dark sky outside the window, and repeated the actions he had done countless times.

An inexplicable impulse drove him to open the door and step into the dark stairwell.

With a rustling sound, the neighbor upstairs came to Han Jinlin's door on time, and as Han Jinlin closed the door, the words repeated countless times made his ears callous, "Isn't this... ...Is that the house where the dead people are? How did the door open..."

An inexplicable irritability emerged in his heart. This time, he approached the upstairs neighbor's back full of malice, and whispered in the upstairs neighbor's ear with a gloomy voice, "Because it's haunted!"

An evil thought that came from nowhere rose from my heart, and the voice-activated light turned on and off, and turned off and on again.

When the lights finally went out and did not turn on, a headless corpse fell down in front of Han Jinlin's gate, bleeding profusely.

"What's wrong with me?" Han Jinlin walked downstairs, the tyrannical emotions brought about by the evil thoughts in his heart were eroding every trace of his reason.

"What's the matter with me?" I reached out to dig into my clothes, but found nothing. A very familiar thing suddenly disappeared, but I couldn't remember what it was anyway, so that Han Jinlin felt a surge in his heart. more malicious and tyrannical.

A few minutes passed, and Han Jinlin stood uncontrollably on the side of the road. According to his experience that he had repeated countless times in the past, a taxi would pass by him in front of him in ten seconds.

But he stood there and waited for a long time, one minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The taxi that passed by him countless times never came.

"What's wrong with me?" He continued to whisper.

The body then walked forward uncontrollably, surrounded by the same scenery, "Turning the intersection, a young man in a fur coat will appear, and he will sneeze three times when he meets me. Will he appear again? ?”

Turning the intersection, he bumped into a young man in a fur coat. Neither side gave way. Han Jinlin should have passed directly through the young man as usual, but the sudden chill would make the young man Sneezes three times in a row.

But the sudden malice and tyranny in his heart made him choose another path. Five seconds later, a headless corpse fell on the side of the road. The blood spattered from the neck flowed on the ground, and finally flowed into the dirty sewer ditch.

Passers-by who discovered the tragic death screamed in terror.

For some reason, Han Jinlin even felt that these passers-by who were screaming in fear gave him a strange sense of pleasure.

"What's wrong with me?" he asked himself.

"You suffer from multiple personality disorder. I'm a professional psychiatrist. You're right!" Han Jinlin heard a familiar voice not far away. He subconsciously looked up and found that it was a A young man in a security uniform is looking at himself.

"Can you see me?" Han Jinlin murmured to himself, he seemed to have completely forgotten the experience of meeting Su Che last time.

Su Che shook his head and sighed, "Big brother, listen to my advice, you can't give up treatment for this disease!"

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"Sick? I'm not sick!" Han Jinlin's murmured voice suddenly amplified, and the malice and tyranny in his heart grew wildly, swallowing his last rationality.

Han Jinlin's face, which looked exactly like Mr. H's, became crazy, and a faint stench wafted from his body, which was the smell of rotting corpses.

Su Che took out Professor Yang's pointer, and the blazing blue arcs jumped and flickered in his hand, "It's a bad idea to avoid medical treatment."

However, at this time, Han Jinlin was completely unable to communicate. As the creator of the Ghost Story Association, Mr. H called Han Jinlin the scariest ghost story in the black book.

There is nothing wrong with this sentence.

When Han Jinlin fell into madness, the calm Jingcheng suddenly changed, and misty mist filled from all directions.

Su Che's vision in front of him was completely shrouded in misty mist. Han Jinlin looked at Su Che blankly, pieces of rotten flesh peeled off from his body, and foul-smelling corpse fluid gushed out.

Under the influence of Han Jinlin who fell into madness, the ghost story world at this time has become an existence that is not a ghost, but is better than a ghost.

"Fortunately, Han Jinlin is not a red-clothed ghost. If we want to turn the world of strange stories into ghosts, maybe we can make him play infinite horror!" Su Che watched Han Jinlin turn around and walk into the mist, but he didn't go forward to stop Han Jinlin.

Taking out the black book and flipping through it, a clear smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "So you are here, and here I am!"

Taking a step forward, the hoarse middle-aged male voice echoed in Su Che's ears.

'Take Eight: The Old Corpse in the Mountain Village'

The fog cleared, and what appeared in front of Su Che was a small village at the foot of the mountain. The white paper for the funeral extended from the road under Su Che's feet to the village in the distance. It was obviously a busy time for farming, but there was not a single person in the field outside the village. None of them were seen.

In the distant villages, there are suona, gongs and drums playing dirge and music, and the sound of men and women crying and mourning.

Su Che strode forward, walked on the small road in the country, and went straight to the mourning hall in the village.

As Su Che broke into the village, the dignified and ashen-faced villagers were full of vigilance towards Su Che, an outsider, and even stood in front of Su Che with a pole and a hoe.

"Who are you?" A burly man in sackcloth and filial piety rushed out of the mourning hall, stood in front of Su Che, and stopped him.

Su Che smiled warmly at him, "I'm your mother's mourner!"

The ready-to-go blazing blue electric arc fell from Su Che's hand, causing the thick and thick man in mourning to twitch and foam at the mouth.

Seeing that Su Che didn't agree with each other, he made a move. The villagers standing in front of Su Che seemed to have run into a ghost, and fled from the mourning hall with expressions of fear on their faces. Jue's wailing also disappeared.

Su Che walked directly into the mourning hall, and knocked on the coffin with two white candles burning, where the faces of the people could not be seen clearly.

"Did you come out by yourself, or should I kick the coffin over and let you out?" Su Che said.

There was a commotion inside the coffin, but it soon fell silent again. Su Che didn't talk nonsense, kicked the coffin over, and the rotten coffin fell apart in an instant.

Kuang Cheng, who was covered in black hair, fell out of the coffin, and his long and sharp pitch-black claws whizzed towards him. Su Che silently stretched out Professor Yang's whip, and the turbulent electric current swam between the pitch-black claws, and Kuang Cheng stopped. Can't help screaming.

After a while, he finally regained his composure, "President, why is it you? Have you already sent me a dungeon copy?"

"There is a ghost wandering around the world of ghost stories, attacking people who enter the world of ghost stories. Every time it kills a living person, it will become more terrifying, so we have to find the people from the ghost story association as soon as possible." Su Che repeatedly said.

Kuang Cheng's slightly puzzled face suddenly realized, "No wonder, I also said why the villagers of this village suddenly put me in a coffin like crazy, locked me up, and almost sent me away !"

At this time, the villagers who were scared away by Su Che hid in the dark outside the mourning hall, looking at Su Che and Kuang Cheng who were talking in the mourning hall with complex and fearful eyes.

Tick.

A drop of foul-smelling mucus fell on the coffin that was kicked to pieces by Su Che in the mourning hall.

Kuang Cheng seemed to have noticed something was wrong, he slowly raised his head, and there was a thunder in his mind, "President, there is something on... above... the beam!"

Su Che raised his head upwards, and a crouched, blackened old lady was prostrate on the beam of the ceiling, staring blankly at Su Che and Kuang Cheng standing in the mourning hall with a pair of dry and empty eye sockets.

click...

With a slight sound, the blackened old lady on the beam was getting up at a strangely slow speed.

It fluttered down from the beams of the house, jumped over the coffin that was kicked to pieces by Su Che, and walked silently towards Su Che and Kuang Cheng who were looking up at it.

The faces of the villagers who were watching Su Che and Kuang Cheng from outside the mourning hall changed drastically. They screamed in fear and ran away in a panic. The thick and thick man in sackcloth and filial piety who was electrocuted by Su Che with Professor Yang's whip unconsciously beat him. Shivering, his closed eyes opened a crack, and seeing the old lady covered in black, he got up from the ground in horror, trembling and not daring to move.

The blackened old lady turned her head, staring at the direction of the thick and thick man in sackcloth and mourning with her dry and empty eyes, but suddenly changed her target abruptly.

Kuang Cheng stretched out his hands, and the long and sharp pitch-black claws easily grabbed a large piece of stiff flesh and blood from the blackened old lady, but the blackened old lady didn't realize it, and opened and closed most of her teeth, All that remains is the mouth with blackened gums.

Han Jinlin's crazy face emerged from the mouth of the blackened old lady, and his hands that peeled off flesh and blood went straight to Kuang Cheng's beating heart.

"You're here, brother!" Su Che walked out from behind Kuang Cheng, yanked the power lever of the chainsaw in his hand, and quickly stuffed the chainsaw, which was spinning the cutting chain, into the blackened old lady's mouth.

"I don't have anything to entertain you, just treat you to your favorite big chainsaw!"

"Come on, ah, open your mouth!"

The old lady's withered and empty eye sockets and Han Jinlin's crazy face were instantly twisted into a puddle of flesh by the fast-rotating chainsaw cutting chain, and blood flew everywhere.

In the next second, the mourning hall with the coffins torn apart, the villagers fleeing in fear, and the small village at the foot of the mountain all disappeared, and the misty mist hit us head-on.

Su Che was still standing on the streets of Jingcheng, he was just a step forward compared to before.

"What is this place?" Kuang Cheng was full of doubts.

Su Che continued flipping through the black book in his hand, and explained without raising his head, "This is the world of ghost stories about headless ghosts, but some changes have taken place. All the ghost stories appear here, even the old man you experienced just now. The small village where the corpses talk about is also near Jingcheng!"

"Hehe, let me find you again, Old Han!" Su Che stopped turning over the black book, and Su Che continued to take a step forward while pulling Kuang Cheng.

The misty mist hit, followed by a hoarse middle-aged male voice.

'The Last Five: The Ominous Blade'

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What appeared in the eyes of Su Che and Kuang Cheng was not the world of any generation of blood-stained bone-slicing knife masters in the records of the Ominous Blade Ghost Story, but the Shuangping Gongyuan that Su Che was somewhat familiar with.

Recalling the wayfinder in blue cloth, Su Che had the urge to be a repeater again.

"Renmin South Road, Renmin South Road..." Su Che identified the way, and dragged Kuang Cheng to the Renmin South Road quickly.

At this time, Xu Jing, who had met Su Che last time, passed by on his bicycle, and a feeling of deja vu lingered in his heart, "It's strange, the person who ran past just now feels very familiar to me, like ...Zhou Tong?"