No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

It's not that I'm not good enough to be a ghost, but that the other party is cheating.

When it comes to the ability to escape, Han Jinlin can proudly say that no one is lying. Han Jinlin ended in complete victory, and the pig-faced masked man and the headless ghost couldn't catch him at all.

But Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen who just joined the Guitan Association for a short time, had no intention of playing guerrilla warfare with him from the very beginning. Not only that, he even took out the dimensionality reduction strike that Germany blitzed Poland, and prepared an ambush in advance to attack him This ghost who has been dead for an unknown number of years.

"I have no grudges with you in the past, and I have no grudges in the present, you..."

Han Jinlin was interrupted by Su Che as soon as he spoke, "What are you? You've been wandering around all day long refusing to type. From the last time you were locked in a small black room until now, ask yourself, have you written anything during this time? Even one word?"

"You can delay the manuscript after death? I, Su, must represent the thousands of loyal readers of "Ghost Talk Association" to correct your crooked tendencies!"

Han Jinlin was completely dumbfounded.

There are such brazen people in this world?

Everyone else died and turned into a ghost, and he still refused to let him go. He came to the door again and again to deliver the blade face to face.

This is what people do?

Han Jinlin didn't dare to stop when he saw this, he continued to run faster, and in a short time he ran back to the community where he lived day after day, and rushed into the residential building along the road that he could find back with his eyes closed , Then fled back to his house in one go, slammed the door shut, and stuck behind the door anxiously, listening to the movement outside the door.

According to past experience, even if the pig-faced masked man and the headless ghost came to the door, they couldn't find Han Jinlin who was hiding in the house, so they had to return angrily.

However, things did not progress as Han Jinlin expected. He heard heavy footsteps continuing in the stairwell outside the door, and finally stopped slowly outside the door of his hiding room.

"Community visits to send warmth, kind care to warm ghosts' hearts, Han Jinlin, you have the ability to break the door for more than ten years, and you have the ability to open the door!"

The door, which Han Jinlin regarded as a life-saving straw, could not stop Su Che from moving forward. The butcher pierced through the lock cylinder, looking for a hiding place in the room like a frightened Han Jinlin headless fly.

Su Che's eyes swept across the entire room. The furnishings inside were very simple, or because Han Jinlin was discovered by neighbors and called the police a long time after Han Jinlin's death, many things were cleared out, leaving only a few chairs against the wall and a piece of paper. A small desk, and a brightly lit laptop on the desk.

After closing the door, Su Che turned his head to look at Xu Jing who had a loveless expression on his face, patted the other person on the shoulder and continued, "Come on, come on, now let me introduce you to my future roommate, Old Xu. The first is Han Jinlin, a terminal cancer patient."

"Sleeping roommate???"

Han Jinlin's expression changed suddenly when he heard Su Che's unclear words.

Su Che said righteously, "Old Xu is my assistant specially invited from Shuangping Institute of Technology to supervise you. Do you think you can still live as lazy as before? I, Su, tell you clearly, don't wishful thinking!"

Go to the brightly lit laptop, download Little Black Room, lock the number of words to 99999999, set the time to unlimited, click start, and the brightly glowing laptop screen goes dark instantly.

"Let me tell you, Han Jinlin, you're finished. I've put a curse on your laptop now. As long as you update less than 5000 words a day, you will be sanctioned by King Thunder and accept the baptism of [-] volts; It will trigger the curse of the Spoon Killer, and the Spoon Killer holding the consecrated stainless steel family eating spoon will hit you in an exponentially increasing manner; if you still refuse to repent at this time, the ominous blood-stained bone-cutting knife will appear on you on the top of my head, cut you in half..."

As Su Che continued, the expression on Han Jinlin's face changed from numbness to fear, from fear to suspicion of ghosts, and finally from suspicion of ghosts to despair. "You, a living person who is more ferocious than a ghost, are too insane. You are still a human being? Kill me! You kill me!"

The expression on Xu Jing's face also changed. As Su Che explained more and more details about the curse he had made up, Xu Jing's facial muscles twitched slightly in a bewildered state, and his bewildered eyes suddenly changed. became sharper.

Su Che clearly sensed the change in his temperament, and thought to himself, "Xu Jing, who died under the curse of the North Gate Evil in the ghost story world, has also turned into a ghost, a real ghost, how can he be able to live in the ghost story world?" To the extent that Chen Chen's uncle triggered the ghost town of Nanfeng Ghost Town. So, can I put other ghosts into the world of fictional ghost stories, so as to accelerate the speed and transform them into real ghost stories?"

"Maybe it is because of this that the ghosts ask the way and the ghost stories have turned into real ghost stories. Next, you can try to wholesale consecrated mahogany swords in the ghost story world of Yiwu Shangzhan. I think it will work!"

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"Picking up Qilu: Yiwu Commercial Storehouse"

"Whether to enter the ghost talk"

The strange and hoarse voice of a middle-aged man floated in his ears. To be honest, Jiang Gang didn’t really believe what the so-called Mr. H said, but the terrifying psychological pressure brought by Yuan Yi and the fear of dying were vivid in his mind. I could only bite the bullet and silently said the word 'yes' in my heart.

In the next second, the black mist covering the eyes suddenly dissipated.

Opening his eyes again, Jiang Gang found himself sitting on the floor in the lobby of a wholesale Mingbi paper money and funeral goods store, holding sliced ​​bamboo strips in his hand, and two white-haired people sitting in front of him. the old man.

At the same time, the weird and hoarse middle-aged man's voice sounded again.

'Mission has been updated: Ghost shop horror'

'Goal: Eliminate the resentful spirits in the Yiwu business store before dawn the next day'

'Reward: Consecrated mahogany sword with serious damage (remarks: produced in Yiwu, it must be a high-quality product, rough use has caused serious wear and tear on this mahogany sword, and its efficacy has been greatly reduced)'

Regardless of the full-slotted consecrated peach wood sword remarks, Jiang Gang asked himself, as a taxi driver who is haunted by ghosts, if he can eliminate the ghosts, he still needs to beg the people of the Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans Association to save him ?

"It's really costing my life, what should I do now..." Jiang Gang showed a bitter expression, "Why don't you just run away."

According to Mr. H's previous introduction, there will be no punishment even if the task cannot be completed anyway, but...

Jiang Gang suddenly saw Yuan Yi's terrifying face appearing on the black screen of his mobile phone, and his mood sank to the bottom of the valley, "If this drags on and waits for death, I will definitely die at the hands of Yuan Yi, a dead ghost. Now I don't know Jiangcheng Where are these people from the Late Night Ghost Stories Association, and when I contact them again and beg them to help, the day lily will be cold..."

"Just give it a try!"

After communicating for a while with two gray-haired old men, Jiang Gang discovered that he was in a place called Yiwu Shangzhan. Although it was the same as the place name of Yiwu in reality, there was no connection between the two.

According to the introduction of two old men with full temples and white hair, this Yiwu commercial storehouse is located in the deep mountains and old forests, surrounded by evil ghosts and resentful spirits, and only a few kilometers away from the Yiwu commercial storehouse, zombies are walking everywhere, and the living people are all alive. The dead Tenten Town.

As the night fell silently, the two gray-haired old men were not very enthusiastic about chatting. After talking about the town of Tengteng where zombies are everywhere, they didn't speak any more. They just silently weaved wreaths with the bamboo sticks in their hands. , When the wreaths were finished, the two old men got up almost at the same time.

Two pairs of cloudy old eyes looked at Jiang Gang together, such a strange change made his face change greatly.

"You keep vigil tonight. Be careful not to open the shelf compartment to look through the things inside. You can't just put those things out." The two old people said in unison.

After explaining these words, the two old men walked out of the Ming shop, and their figures slowly disappeared at the end of the road outside.

"Strange, there is only this street around. Where are they two old people who can't even walk steadily at night?"

Jiang Gang was full of doubts in his heart. He thought that he would watch the night with these two old people in the shop of the underworld tonight.

Who would have thought that the two old men would run away as soon as it got dark, leaving him alone to watch the night.

and......

Jiang Gang turned his head and looked at the container covered with wreaths and paper figurines woven with bamboo strips. In front of him there were several thick piles of paper money and baskets containing gold and silver treasures also woven with paper money. He thought to himself, "Those two old people specially reminded I don't want to open the shelf compartments casually, doesn't that mean I can open the shelf compartments as long as I'm not casual?"

"I have to see what's inside, if it can be used to deal with ghosts, then let me know!"

The night was as quiet as water, and the store door of Mingdian was wide open, and one could see the two rows of storefronts with few people outside and the twinkling stars in the night sky.

A bitterly cold wind blows from outside the gate of Mingdian, stirring the light bulbs hanging from the ceiling with long wires, light and shadow flickering, wreaths and paper money in Mingdian rustling, and the atmosphere is extremely deserted.

In the dull and deserted atmosphere, Jiang Gang made a guilty glance left and right, and quietly opened the shelf.

"Ah... what is this?" A smell of inferior glue permeated from the shelf, making Jiang Gang sneeze again and again.

The dim and yellow light of the light bulbs in the underworld shop shines on the shelves, and what Jiang Gang sees are neatly stacked rows, filled with ghost symbols on yellow paper with unknown red pigments, which seem to have just been glued together, appearing extremely rough and inferior peach wood sword.

"Good guy, the Yiwu Commercial Store is here to open the arsenal!" Jiang Gang was stunned by the mahogany swords that filled the entire shelf and painted with ghost symbols, so that after he opened the shelf, the road outside the Mingdian I don't know when all the doors of the two rows of shops are closed, and I don't know anything.

Looking at the mahogany swords that filled the entire shelf, Jiang Gang was very excited, "If the entire shelf is full of blessed mahogany swords, then I'm still afraid of a hammer! Come one and I'll kill one, come a pair and I'll kill a pair!"

The biting cold wind became more and more severe, making the already deserted store even colder. Jiang Gang, who found that the shelves were all consecrated mahogany swords, opened all the doors of the cabinets.

Suddenly, the noise caused by alcoholism resounded on the dead road outside the Mingdian, which was completely different from the biting cold wind whistling into the Mingdian, as well as the rustling of wreaths and paper money.

Jiang, who was counting how many consecrated mahogany swords were in the shelf and thinking about how much he could take away this time, just took out a consecrated mahogany sword from the shelf. The extremely excited mood dissipated without a trace, replaced by panic from the heart.

Ghosts...seem to be coming...and not a few.

In his sight, a mourning hall was erected at some time on the roadside outside the Mingdian. There was no coffin in the mourning hall, only a dead body placed on the bed with a white cloth covering its face. Outside the mourning hall, a group of people could not see People and ghosts are gathering together, making noisy noises and competing for wine, even Jiang Gang who is in the underworld shop can smell the mellow aroma of wine.

The glutton in his belly seemed to be hooked out, and a lot of saliva was secreted from his mouth, which aroused Jiang Gang's taste buds.

"It's so fragrant, this smell is too fragrant, it's hard to describe, I just want to join the wine bureau for a drink..."

Jiang Gang was like being electrocuted, and couldn't help wanting to get out of the ghost shop and walk towards the drunken crowd outside the mourning hall.

However, at this moment, the consecrated mahogany sword in his hand suddenly exuded scalding heat, which instantly awakened Jiang Gang, who was fascinated by the bitter cold wind and the mellow aroma of wine.

Looking back at the mourning hall, the dead body placed on the bed and covered with a white cloth has disappeared. Jiang Gang's hand holding the Kaiguang mahogany sword trembled slightly, gritted his teeth, and pulled out another sword from the container. Consecrated the mahogany sword and rushed towards the alcoholic figure outside the mourning hall.

Chapter six hundred and twentieth: three hundred yuan for one, one thousand yuan for three, tearful big sale

Looking at Jiang Gang rushing towards the alcoholic crowd and the alcoholic hiding among the alcoholic crowd from afar, Su Che sighed inaudibly, "Shuangqing's taxi driver is not as strong as Jiang Cheng's mentally after all, and he behaves in fear. It’s too impulsive, and it’s still difficult for Uncle Jiang to perform operations such as dancing in front of the grave, getting drunk in the mourning hall, and staying overnight in the cemetery.”

It has been a while since Su Che entered the Yiwu Commercial Store. He was even before Jiang Gang opened his eyes. Fragrant and drunk ghosts sewed into the world of strange stories in Yiwu Shangzhan.

After some manipulations, the difficulty of Yiwu Shangzhan's strange talk world has increased exponentially, and at the same time, the little authenticity brought by Su Che through the strange talk radio station has been improved to a higher level.

Jiang Gang stared at the drunken figures gathered outside the Lingtai, and was about to stab the consecrated mahogany sword in his hand when his brain, which had just regained consciousness, suddenly suffered a blow, and his consciousness fell into a strange stagnation state. Standing outside the mourning hall as if stunned by fright, he didn't move.

At the same time, the dead body that disappeared from the bed was standing upright in front of Jiang Gang at a strangely slow speed. The emaciated corpse of the old man Xun appeared in Jiang Gang's sight.

With a drunken demeanor, a ferocious face, and a smoky smell of alcohol, the corpse of this seventy-year-old man did not seem to be dead, but fell into a deep drunken state.

All of this happened in a blink of an eye, and the body of the seventy-year-old man did not make any movement during the whole process, so that Jiang Gang ran into it head-on before he even had time to let out a scream of fright.

This body, which was flushed as if drunk, seemed to be completely soaked in wine, exuding a mellow wine aroma that made people salivate.

The red eyes stared at Jiang Gang resentfully, the mouth full of rotten teeth opened, and the swollen rosacea exhaled a cold and sinister breath.

As if feeling Jiang Gang's breath of life, the corpse of the [-]-year-old man stretched out his hands, and handed Jiang Gang a wine glass filled with transparent liquid with a strange smell at a dizzying speed.

"Drink...drink..."

The throat of the corpse of the seventy-year-old man moved slightly, and the escaping mellow wine smell became more and more intense.

At this time, Jiang Gang's mind was muddled, and he was unable to drive his body to avoid the wine glasses handed over to him by the corpse of the seventy-year-old man. He could only watch desperately as the corpse of the seventy-year-old man handed the wine glass to his hand, and then the whole body was not affected. He poured the strange-smelling transparent liquid from the wine glass into his mouth in a controlled manner.

Hey!

Don't tell me, this wine is quite delicious...

Throwing down the two consecrated mahogany swords in his hands, as if possessed by a demon, he poured one glass after another uncontrollably, pouring the transparent liquid in the glass into his throat that seemed to last forever.

"Drink...drink...drink..."

Jiang Gang's mouth was filled with transparent liquid, and he walked uncontrollably with his feet, merging into the shadows outside the mourning hall for a long time, emitting a weird low moan that was as vague as the alcoholic shadow outside the mourning hall.

"Sorry to bother you." At some point, Su Che was already standing among the alcoholic figures outside the mourning hall, and continued in a very regretful tone, "Just now, the No. 18 Constitutional Amendment, the Yiwu Commercial Storehouse Prohibition of Alcohol Act It has come into force, and according to this bill, it is illegal to manufacture, sell, and even transport beverages with an alcohol content of more than 0.5 percent, and it is also prohibited to sell alcohol to living people."

"That is to say, you have broken the law, please come with Mr. Su, the public security officer and enthusiastic citizen of Yiwu Commercial Store!"

Bang.

The wine table in the alcoholic figure was directly overturned by Su Che, and the bottles and cans placed on it crashed to the ground, instantly reeking of alcohol.

The noisy figures suddenly fell into silence, and a pair of red, hazy eyes turned to Su Che, releasing a creepy and deep malice without any concealment.

Su Che pulled Jiang Gang out of the figure, pushed him aside, and said sharply, "Are you still ghosts? You dare to sell alcohol to living people, and you will be guilty of breaking the law if you know the law!"

Picking up the two consecrated mahogany swords that Jiang Gang had discarded on the ground, Su Che directly stabbed at the malevolent alcoholic figure in front of him one after another, astonishing heat poured out, and the consecrated mahogany swords were gleaming with the lines of blood-red ghosts drawn on yellow paper , almost turning the entire body of the sword red.

Puff...Puff...Puff...Puff...

With the muffled sound of sharp blades penetrating into the body one after another, the malicious alcoholic figures around were instantly killed on the spot. The amazing heat bursting from the blade of the Kaiguang peach wood sword ignited the flames. While burning the blade of the Kaiguang peach wood sword, the alcoholic figures The figure was burnt to a mass of charred black ashes.