No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

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In the middle of the night, Yang Biao tossed and turned under the quilt, listening to the increasingly loud crackling rain outside the window, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

To be honest, if he had a choice, he would never want to stay in this village overnight, escape here, and leave all his childhood shadows and fears behind, instead of following the driver and passengers of the pickup truck in this eerie place. In Xiemen's village, they tried their best to find a family of villagers who were willing to host them.

Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice.

Torrential rain poured down, thunder burst, roads collapsed, and the driver of the bus strayed into the village.

All kinds of factors came together to put him in a dilemma. If he knew that the bus driver and the conductor were greedy for the check-in kickback given by the owner of the Zhaizhong B&B, he might become violent on the spot and rush into the room of the bus driver and the conductor in the dark, making him They have no good fruit to eat.

"Have you heard? Someone died in the village again!"

The sound of someone talking came from outside the wall, followed by faint footsteps.

Yang Biao immediately tore off the quilt covering his body, got out of bed softly, and put his ears close to the wall.

"The person who died this time was Fu Jincai. He fell headlong into a puddle on the side of the road. It was not until the body was soaked white and swollen that the people who woke up at night discovered it. It was extremely scary."

"Isn't that thing coming to the village again to seek revenge?"

"I'm not sure about this. I heard from others that this is the retribution we have incurred for not offering a living sacrifice to the mountain god for a long time."

"Bah, bah, bah, talk about these unlucky things, and don't look at what time it is, a living sacrifice? Aren't you afraid of being shot?"

"I can't say that for sure. The last time I sacrificed to the master of the mountain god, the headman and those few..."

"Shh, haven't you seen what happened to the Zhao family in the east of the village? You can't talk nonsense."

Outside the wall, the chatter of rural intelligence agencies continued to exchange information.

Then the light of thunder flickered outside the window from time to time, and Yang Biao clearly saw that there was not even half a person behind the wall outside the window, but there were a few groups of hazy and dark ghosts hovering outside.

The voices of those hazy and dark ghosts were so real and vivid that even the tone and oral habit of the rural women when gossiping were almost imitated.

Yang Biao held his breath for a moment, the back of his head seemed to be hit by a sap, the pain was so unbearable that it was about to burst, every cell in the brain was trembling crazily, exuding extreme fear.

His body instinctively wanted to back up, hid on the bed, buried his head deeply between the quilts, pretending he hadn't noticed all this, he hid in the dark and shivered.

But at this moment, it was difficult for him to even move his feet, and he could only cover his mouth hysterically, lest he make a slight sound and attract the attention of the dirty things outside the wall.

The seemingly non-existent chatter outside the wall continued.

Yang Biao crouched halfway in the corner of the wall, covering his mouth with all his strength, showing a weakness that was completely different from his image of a bearded man.

Click.

In the pitch-black room drowned by the noise of the torrential rain, there was suddenly the sound of the door lock cylinder being turned.

A faint light shone through the crack of the door into the dark room.

There were bursts of thunder outside the window, and Yang Biao could clearly see through the flashes of lightning that appeared from time to time. It was a thick figure soaked in water and dripping water from his body. Emotionless eyes glanced over.

tick... tick...

The water dripping from the thick figure fell on the ground, but strangely, it did not seep into the wooden floor of the stilted building, but merged into a stream of water between the cracks in the floor and flowed into the dark room.

Yang Biao looked at the thick figure outside the door in horror, "You..."

"It's me, you're back in the village again?" In the faint light, the stout figure tilted his head and looked at Yang Biao.

"Old man... didn't you die thirty years ago?" Yang Biao exclaimed in astonishment, shrunk to the corner of the wall, his face was pale, and he couldn't stop shaking.

The neck of the thick figure kept pulling, as if it was broken, and kept going down, like plasticine that could shape the shape, aimed at Yang Biao's frightened eyes, "Huh? It's already passed since you came to the village last time." Thirty years..."

As if he didn't hear the fact that Yang Biao said that it had been dead for thirty years, the hand with only bones and some rotting flesh opened the door, like a living person facing a nephew he hadn't seen for many years, wanting to get closer Look at Yang Biao's changes from a distance.

Time passed slowly, ghosts chatted outside the wall, and the old uncle who had been dead for many years, faced with these Yang Biao's days were like years of suffering.

Just when Yang Biao felt that he was about to be scared to death by the horrific scene in front of him, the umbrella he casually hung behind the door opened with a bang, and immediately a faint strange smell permeated from the umbrella.

"It's okay to be attacked by dirty things at noon. At night, there are three ghosts who don't sleep and come to trouble me. What crime did I do in my previous life?" Stare your eyeballs out of their sockets.

Bloodstains slipped from the umbrella handle of the opened umbrella; rotten flesh fell from the old uncle who pushed open the door, looking like a bone corpse; ghosts chatting outside the wall stood silently outside the window.

Yang Biao felt that his psychological defense was about to collapse completely, and he shouted in a terrified voice, "Get out, get out of here, I'm not afraid of you, I'm not afraid of you at all!"

I don't know when the body started to become cold. It was more like something was blowing on the back of the neck. Goosebumps were covered with chills, and the wind was blowing. Yang Biao turned his head in horror. There was nothing behind him. A piece of wood splicing wall, but it seems to be far more than that...

What happened tonight had already exceeded Yang Biao's tolerance, he waved his arms in a panic like boldness, even though his arm broke his skin on the wall and oozes blood, he didn't know it.

His highly tense nerves were on the verge of collapse.

But at this moment, I don't know if it was Yang Biao's illusion. He seemed to hear a very strong sound of a car engine speeding past outside the stilted building of the villagers in the village where he was staying. Even the torrential rain could not stop the attack. There were waves of noise coming.

"Help, there are ghosts, there are ghosts here!!!"

Instantly, Yang Biao's heavy roar of strong will to survive was heard in the room.

It was precisely because of Yang Biao's hysterical roar that the chattering of ghosts outside the window stopped abruptly, the open umbrella behind the door returned to its original position, and the bone corpse that had pushed most of the door open quietly brought the door behind it.

It lingered outside the door for a while, and its figure slowly disappeared.

After a long time, a strange and vague sentence reached Yang Biao's ears:

"The mountain god enters the village, the gate of ghosts is half open, go as far as you can, don't stay in this village, there will be no good results."

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It was already past eleven o'clock at night.

It stands to reason that the nights in the village where strange things happen one after another will never be too peaceful.

But when Su Che took the No. 714 bus and ran all the way in the village, after arresting the other two accomplices of Ma Laosan, he interrogated them hastily. not big.

In the end, let alone ghosts, there were not even a few people who got up at night.

The four of them were detained in the compartment of the No. 714 bus, and they would be dealt with after dawn the next day. Su Che then returned to the homestay where he stayed with a small piece of mountain god's slough snatched from the big black dog's mouth.

The stilted buildings used as homestays are lit all night long, and there are still reports of foreign tourists staying up late from time to time. It seems that the panic and fear brought about by Fu Jincai's bizarre death has not completely disappeared.

Back in the room, Su Che studied the small piece of mountain god's slough in his hand in front of the other people.

I don't know if it was because of being eaten and wiped clean by the big black dog, but this small piece of mountain god's slough has completely lost the strange fragrance that it originally emitted. Putting it in your hand is like holding an ordinary stone.

After fiddling with it for a long time, Su Che couldn't find too many strange things from this small piece of mountain god's remains. In addition, he was exhausted from running around for several days. After a simple wash, he quickly fell asleep and rested.

Su Che dreamed again after a long absence.

In his sleep he heard the sound of gongs and drums in the distance.

This should be considered a relatively festive voice, but it made him hear a strange feeling of bleakness and desolation.

In addition to the bleak and desolate sound of beating gongs and drums, what is more dangerous and clear is the sweet and fishy fragrance that permeates the nostrils, like the smell produced by burning some kind of oil mixed with various spices.

It can't be said to smell good, nor can it be said to smell bad. If Su Che were forced to describe it in words, he could only say this smell, which is tantamount to the smell that can only be released when the waste oil with various ingredients is fully burned.

It smells so bad!

Consciousness circulated in the haze, and the scene in front of him suddenly became clear. The mountain peaks and scattered buildings on stilts, the scene in front of Su Che's eyes was undoubtedly the village he was in, but it was not the same as the village he was in. The village is different.

The villagers in the village walking on the gravel road, the children playing and laughing, the local dogs fighting for the territory in groups, the fish swimming in the paddy field covered with rice flowers, and the people walking along the mud ridge swaggeringly chicken duck...

Full of life breath, a quiet and peaceful picture.

The dismal and mournful beating of gongs and drums seemed to grow louder.

The quiet and peaceful rural scene in the village has disappeared unconsciously, replaced by animal carcasses exposed to the wild, a deserted and dilapidated village, and villagers in the village scrambling to flee.

A long streamer for sacrifices was raised from the mountain peaks in the distance, with stinky blood splashed on it, and the heads of pigs, cattle and sheep that had been chopped off and were still steaming and bleeding...

Then...the person in front of the banner, no...it is more appropriate to say it is a statue made of corpses than a person.

What first appeared before Su Che's eyes was not the head of the corpse, but half of the mutilated cheek, cut across from left to right, everything above the cheek disappeared, and the incision was smooth, and further down was A mouth full of sharp teeth and skin covered with green fur.

The dismal and desolate sound of beating gongs and drums seemed to ring in my ears, and the sound of thumping was deafening.

This sound came from the bronze gong and the waist drum hung on the left and right sides of the corpse in front of the banner. As long as it moved, this deafening sound would sound.

With a bang, the green-haired corpse with only half a cheek stood up, and the bleak and desolate beating of gongs and drums continued. The corpse walked forward and stepped into the moss-covered path in the mountains.

The angle of view Su Che dreamed was very high, even taller than ordinary strong men, looking from top to bottom, at least over two meters high, trembling, as if being carried on his shoulders by something.

The green-haired corpse with only half of the cheek walked in front, the bleak and mournful beating of gongs and drums continued, and the perspective that Su Che dreamed of followed behind.

The moss-covered mountain path is not easy to walk, but the green-haired corpse with only half a cheek is walking on the ground, leaving Su Che's dreaming perspective far behind him in a short while.

The vibrating frequency of the angle of view is getting faster and faster, and the sound of hasty and flustered footsteps can be faintly heard.

Su Che watched everything that happened with cold eyes.

The weeds on both sides of the mountain path changed from sparse to impenetrable, and the clear vision gradually became dim. After walking for a long time, the green-haired corpse with only half a cheek turned around and suddenly disappeared from Su Che's vision. disappeared.

The thing that was carrying Su Che forward was a little dazed, but he quickened his pace immediately. In the blink of an eye, Su Che saw a cave covered with yellow paper and red symbols, submerged in weeds and vines.

Gao Gao's field of vision suddenly decreased, and the sound of footsteps behind him became farther and farther away.

Su Che could feel the fear and anxiety of the owner of the perspective, his heart was beating violently, his hands and feet were cold, and he began to walk uncontrollably towards the cave submerged in the weeds and vines.

The vines hanging from the cliff trembled violently, and a gloomy aura emanated from the cave. His slender, white hands poked forward and appeared in the perspective of Su Che's dream. The cave covered by vines and weeds was covered by these slender, white hands. The hands were gradually pulled away, and the perspective of Su Che's dream had already squeezed most of his face into the cave.

Suddenly, the cold air instantly became sticky.

Goosebumps popped out, the skin was cut by the thorns of the vines, and a few bloodstains and blue and black handprints appeared out of nowhere on Su Che's arm from the perspective of Su Che.

After walking about ten meters away, the uncontrollable perspective slowly stopped, and he stood on a raised stone. In front of him was a bottomless black hole.

Gudong.

The dismal and desolate beating of gongs and drums also stopped.

In the next second, dense and malicious gazes from all directions fell on the owner of the perspective that Su Che dreamed of.

In this dark and closed cave, it seemed that at the moment when the bleak and desolate beating of gongs and drums stopped, many invisible things appeared.

The owner of the angle of view stood there in a daze, the feeling of being stared at by dense malicious eyes, like a light on his back, was extremely strong.

Ding dong.

There is liquid falling.

The owner of the perspective looked down, and a scarlet color appeared in the center of the perspective.

Then, a strong sense of powerlessness struck, and the scarlet color was spreading rapidly. This was undoubtedly blood, the blood flowing from the owner of the perspective.

In the rapidly gathering pool of blood, Su Che could see the reflection of the green-haired corpse with only half of the cheek, and besides that, there were a few white bleeding petals that bloomed silently.