No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Speaking of this, Long Wenhua deliberately looked at Zhao Tailai who was boiling hot water with Hong Shan outside the bedroom and preparing to make tea to refresh himself. After seeing that Zhao Tailai had no objection to his behavior of starting a live broadcast.

Only then did he continue to show a mysterious smile towards the camera, "I'm sure everyone is familiar with the phenomenon of ghost presses. Today, I, Long, will go all out to show everyone in the live broadcast room that people encounter ghost presses. A true representation of the bed!"

While Long Wenhua was speaking, many viewers had already entered the live broadcast room, and scattered bullet screens began to increase.

"Hey, Brother Long healed his injury so quickly? I thought you would have to recover for at least half a month before you ran a marathon to escape Yuanjialing this time!"

"You guys are enough. If Brother Long doesn't do the live broadcast of Tanling, where can I go to have fun?"

"You may not believe me if I tell you, I was just crushed by a ghost last night, Brother Long is here to play this game today, quickly remove the camera that monitors me!!!"

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since Brother Long has appeared in the supernatural video about forcing the king. I think Brother Long will end sooner or later."

"You don't know about that. King Bi is in Shuangqing at this time, and Brother Long is also filming a program for the Ghost Festival around Shuangqing. It's coming, everyone, don't sleep!"

"Pull it down. Brother Long is here to bluff people. What kind of ghost presses the bed? Brother Long has been oppressed by ghosts less often? I think he just wants to broadcast live to sleep to perfuse us. Cancel it and go!"

Long Wenhua, who was accidentally discovered his true intentions, did not change his face, and ignored the content of the barrage that slid past from time to time on the phone screen with a thick skin. He lay on his side on the wooden board and yawned loudly.

"Let's not talk nonsense, let's get to the point right away. All the viewers in the live broadcast room must keep their eyes open. I promise to scare you so much that you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Long Wenhua didn't lie here, he stared at him live all night and fell asleep, could it be that he couldn't sleep tonight?

......

The night is deep, and everything is quiet.

The barking of the wild dogs that had been raging inside and outside Shenqiao Village also subconsciously quieted down. Five or six hours had passed since Long Wenhua lay down on the wooden board.

During this period, Long Wenhua snorted, grinded his teeth, and talked in his sleep all the time, and he was almost sleepwalking. The blood pressure of Zhao Tailai and Hong Shan outside the bedroom continued to rise.

It even filled the audience in Long Wenhua's live broadcast room with righteous indignation.

"A certain anchor earns one million a month while sleeping in a live broadcast, right? The brothers in the live broadcast room report it and let Brother Long taste what it feels like to be banned from the live broadcast room!"

"Don't go, there are people above Brother Long!"

"This buddy is right. You don't want to see how many moths Brother Long has made? The effect of the show during the live broadcast of the haunted house last time, in terms of bloody violence, is enough for Brother Long to drink a pot, but Did you see that Brother Long's live broadcast room has been blocked?"

"Hiss... this child is so terrifying, he must not stay!"

"It's a ghost crushing the bed. I see Brother Long sleeping like a dead pig. Let alone being crushed by a ghost, even if the sky falls, he won't be able to wake Brother Long."

The noisy atmosphere in the live broadcast room gradually dissipated, and even the barrage that flashed across the screen from time to time in the live broadcast room gradually became rare. After all, the audience in the live broadcast room came to watch Long Wenhua collide with ghosts, not to see him sleep.

Time passed quietly by at one o'clock in the morning, Hong Shan was sitting outside the bedroom drinking strong tea to refresh himself, and suddenly found that Long Wenhua's snoring had stopped silently all night, and Zhao Tailai had already stood up and stood outside the bedroom door .

In Zhao Tailai's sight, Long Wenhua, who was lying softly on the wooden board and sleeping soundly a second ago, suddenly tensed up all his muscles, showing a stiff posture like a corpse. Seeping out from the pores, Long Wenhua, who had fallen into a deep sleep on the wooden board, slowly straightened his upper body, put down his legs, and sat up straight sideways.

"Is he... sleepwalking?" Hong Shan subconsciously took out his gun, and asked Zhao Tailai in a low voice.

Zhao Tailai didn't speak, he shook his head lightly, signaling Hong Shan not to speak.

Seeing this situation, Hong Shan quickly shut up. He followed Zhao Tailai's line of sight to Long Wenhua, only to find that Long Wenhua's legs were only toes on the ground with the door panel down, and the heels were raised high, just like in folklore, he was killed by ghosts. The upper body is average.

"Ghost...ghost...upper body?"

Zhao Tailai disagreed with Hong Shan's opinion, "There is no sign of ghosts around Long Huawen. His strange posture is an instinctive response to stress. What kind of ghost is this ghost in Shenqiao Village? Somewhat abnormal!"

At this time, Long Wenhua's appearance was particularly frightening. If an unknown person saw him, they would almost [-]% think that he was a ghost.

"Old Comrade Zhao, do you want to..." Hong Shan looked at Zhao Tailai.

Zhao Tailai shook his head and said, "Observe again, he started to move."

After sitting stiffly for about ten minutes, Long Wenhua raised his arms forward, as if he was about to move.

His eyes were still closed, but there was a slight tremor from time to time, like someone who is trapped in a nightmare and trying to wake up.

But this struggle is undoubtedly futile.

The arms raised forward continued to lean forward, and Long Wenhua stood up obliquely in a movement that normal people could not do at all. His goal was quite clear, which was to stand on the chair and point the camera at his mobile phone.

Slowly moving his body, the direction of his face remained the same, and he grabbed the mobile phone used for live broadcast on the chair.

"The content on the screen of Long Wenhua's phone...has changed." Zhao Tailai rushed into the bedroom when he saw the opportunity, his sleeves were bursting with ferocious bloody hands, and he grabbed the phone that Long Wenhua had just grabbed .

He took a closer look, only to see that the mobile phone screen that was supposed to display Long Wenhua's live broadcast content had turned into a black web page at some point.

'Do you want to know what death is? '

Accompanied by Didi's message notification tone, a line of fonts composed of pictures of dead people in tragic death appeared in front of Zhao Tailai's eyes.

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"call......"

Letting out a long breath, Su Che couldn't help but smiled gratifiedly as he watched the strange stories of "Qi Lu Shi Lu: Yin Division" appearing little by little on the yellowed paper of the black book.

After he arrived at the Ghost Story Association in the unfinished building of Jiangdu Garden at noon, he briefly explained that everyone in the Ghost Story Association was about to enter the world of ghost stories again, and then he and Mr. H began to fiddle with making up fictional ghost stories of the underworld.

After countless failures, dozens of yellowed papers of the black book were wasted. Seeing that the paper of the black book is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, Su Che, who is sore, does not want to do this kind of endless futile again.

They finally succeeded once.

only......

This so-called underworld is completely different from Su Che's original idea.

Bull head horse noodles... gone...

Yama of the Ten Temples... is gone...

Underworld...also gone...

In other words, Su Che and Mr. H racked their brains to fabricate the ghost story, the whole story is based on Han Jinlin, and it tells that after the sudden death, Han Jinlin did not continue to linger in its residence, but entered into a strange place named after Han Jinlin. It is a strange place for the "Yin Division", and then staged a horrible journey of ghost stories.

Although this so-called "Yin Division" ghost story fabricated by Su Che and Mr. H seems to be full of slots, and has stitched a lot of strange settings into it, it has finally been approved by the black book and has become a fiction. world of ghost stories.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, although Li Li's original thoughts have changed greatly, but successfully fabricating the strange story of "Yin Division" is already a rare thing.

Looking at the lines of wet ink on the yellowed paper, Su Che said with emotion, "This black book has a lot of restrictions on fabricating fictional tales, no wonder Mr. H hasn't managed to come up with many after all these years. For ghost stories, members of the Ghost Story Association need to collect ghost stories from all over the world.”

"Now we have successfully built the framework of the ghost story of the Yin Division. In the future, we only need to continue to spread this ghost story through the radio, and then recruit new people to enter this ghost story world. Quickly complete the entire ghost story, and always make it real. Existent ghost stories."

"And...if you can solve the problem of Han Jinlin losing control at every turn, the purpose of fabricating this strange story has been achieved!"

Su Che rubbed his sore eyes, "The next step is to complete the transfer of ownership in Yuanjialing."

From his backpack, he took out the real estate title certificate of No. 148 Zijin Avenue and the key engraved with the number 148. Su Che directly put it all into the black book, and then opened it to Zijin Avenue through the strange talk of "Qi Lu Shi Lu: Yin Division" No. 148 and the door of Yuanjialing make this cursed place that has disappeared from the sight of the living for many years, like the real ghost stories collected by Su Che in the black book, blend into the world of ghost stories of "Qi Lu Shi Lu: Yin Division".

Yuan Jialing is no different from the other ghost stories that Su Che had included in the black book before. This thing is neither a ghost, nor a hearse like the 714 bus carrying ghosts and ghosts in red, but a real land that exists.

I saw that the light and yellowed paper that recorded the strange story of "Qi Lu Shi Lu: Yin Division" became heavier little by little, as if being weighed down by a thousand weights, and the lines of the strange talk conveyed the evil spirit that belonged exclusively to Yuan Jialing breath.

Su Che could even see those terrifying evil spirits in Yuanjialing struggling to crawl out of the cursed land of Yuanjialing, trying to tear up the black book in his hand, but it was a pity that this was obviously a futile thing. They couldn't get close to the collapsed ruins at No. 148 Zijin Avenue. This place where Yuan Yi had a foothold in Yuanjialing became a gap that they could never bridge.

"Yuan Jialing is much more difficult to deal with than the alcoholic that the dead man talked about. Fortunately, I have Yuan Yi's transfer of ownership to help me with my inheritance. Otherwise, with Han Jinlin's current ability, including Yuan Jialing in the black book is tantamount to being swallowed by a lack of people. elephant behavior."

At the same time as the voice fell, the cursed land of Yuanjialing had been completely integrated into the world of "Qilu Shilu: Yinsi", and the yellowed paper recording the strange stories of the Yinsi was instantly submerged in heavy khaki, making the bones stand cold. The paper gushed out like a wave, making the Guitan Association at this time really like the legendary underworld.

Not to mention the other members of the Ghost Story Association who still don't know what happened, even Mr. H, who together with Su Che made up the "Yin Division" ghost story, was shocked by this sudden change and his scalp went numb.

"President! President! This weird story we both made up...is just a lie! Why does it make me feel more terrifying than meeting that ghost takeaway red-clothed ghost head-on?"

"Of course the strange story I just made up is false, but when I connect the cursed land of Yuanjialing with this strange story, it already has a lot of truth!"

Su Che closed the black book, looked at Mr. H with an undiminished smile on his face and said, "This strange talk is the serious thing I'm looking for for Han Jinlin, even if it turns into a red-clothed ghost, this strange talk is still worth it." Enough to fit it in! Now you can finally feel at ease, right?"

Wiping the cold sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, Mr. H didn't dare to say a word, and he could only express his panicked inner world by nodding repeatedly.

"Settling Han Jinlin is certainly important, but the stance you made, President, is too big. I'm afraid that this strange talk will come true one day. At that time... you must have fabricated the underworld out of thin air? "

Mr. H swallowed hard, and said in a low voice, "What Jiangcheng ghosts are sad, I'm afraid you will have to live the king of Hades..."

To be reasonable, even if Mr. H wants to break his head, he can't figure out why the black book that only attracts the endless pursuit of the Tarot Club in his hands, but after it got into Su Che's hands, the world turned upside down in a short time The change.

"What can I do? In less than two months, Han Jinlin lost control three times in a row. If it were me, Han Jinlin would have already torn him to pieces. He is the only one who can suppress Han Jinlin. To begin with, sometimes the gap between people is even bigger than the gap between humans and dogs..."

At this point in his thoughts, Mr. H suddenly realized, "It turns out that I am not a living person at all, so it's okay! Thinking about it this way, I'm not completely a waste!"

At this moment, Mr. H's heart is full of gratitude that he is not human, at least not completely human.

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All night.

Until the next morning, with the sound of the alarm clock vibrating, Su Che got up from the bed in the rental house refreshed and took out his mobile phone to scan his eyes.

The remaining few couriers also arrived one after another and were sent to the guard room of the community.

To be reasonable, Su Che has silently complained about the fact that the system has been using inefficient couriers to distribute rewards more than once, but it is a pity that the system has been pretending to be dead recently. Stop popping up to answer.

So Su Che simply ignored it.

When Su Che turned off the express message, he also found out that Long Wenhua actually started the broadcast last night at [-]:[-] p.m., but he and Mr. H were completely absorbed in fabricating strange stories at the time, so they didn't notice it at all. thing.

"Emotional Long Wenhua really wants money and life. He just ran a marathon after being chased and killed by evil spirits in Yuanjialing, so he can't wait to start a live broadcast again. It's a waste of money!" Su Che sighed a little, not too much. care too much.

Get up and wash, and as usual, please go to the thug spoon killer to find trouble with the ghost called Reaper, and then go downstairs to have breakfast in one go. When he goes to the guard's room to bring the remaining deliveries back to the rental house, the clock just turns to ten o'clock in the morning. At one o'clock, the sun is shining outside, which is a good time to open the box of underworld items.

【Evil Divination Crystal Ball (Prediction? Prediction!)】

[Blood-stained ballpoint pen (Look, this is the struggle of the dying! This pen exudes an evil and terrifying aura, and seems to hide an unknown past.)]

[Military Dao Fist (it could be a gun or a pair of fists, which one do you like?)]

As the rewards issued by the system were taken out one by one, the question marks in front of Su Che's eyes were rapidly increasing.

The evil divination crystal ball is a low-quality crystal ball that is about the size of a fist. Su Che guesses that the cracks on it are covered with cracks. The blood stains are probably not the murder weapon seized by the police after a street fortune-telling peddler smashed the heads of customers with crystal balls because of business disputes.

As for the blood-stained ballpoint pen, it is even more outrageous... The plastic pen barrel is completely blocked by mud and dark blood scabs, and the ball on the pen tip has long since disappeared. No matter how you describe it, you can’t write a little bit Handwriting, but on the top of the pen body, there is a string of unknown numbers engraved with very conspicuous nicks.

"In the past, it was either robbing the arsenal or robbing the tomb. Now that even the murder weapon has been assembled, why don't other people be sent to the police station to pick up soap?"

Not long after the two items were taken out of the courier box, the small space in the living room of the rental house suddenly became haunted. Su Che left Jiangcheng with a group of ghosts in his backpack. These days, there is a vague tendency to return to the underworld. The living room was pulled back to the underworld again, with cracks in the corners, dark mildew spots appearing rapidly, and a strange smell of decay diffused instantly.

It wasn't until Su Che stuffed it into the backpack at the bottom of his mind that nothing more evil happened.

The last express package contained undoubtedly Su Che's long-awaited "Military Killing Fist". Since the special bullets of the Type 54 pistol in his hand were about to be exhausted, this gun actually has almost the same function as a fire stick. Now He urgently needs a powerful long-range weapon as a supplement.

However, when he opened the courier package, two fist guns, the size of an adult's head, showing a clenched fist posture, with the words "Military Dao Killing Fist" written with murderous aura appeared in his sight, Su Che expressed that his entire body People are bad.

"Absolutely, this thing could really be a gun, or a pair of fists..." At this time, Su Che's mood can be described as hidden murderous intent.