No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Taking out the mobile phone and looking at it, only the old functional phone has a signal, Su Che called out to Fan Xiangrong, "Don't panic, two fists can't beat four hands, that murderer is no match for the two of us!"

"only hope......"

As soon as Fan Xiangrong said the words, he suddenly felt his shoulders sink, and he seemed to see something on his shoulders in a trance, and it was getting heavier and heavier, making him unable to breathe.

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Su Che narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw something on Fan Xiangrong's shoulders in his line of sight, which were clearly a pair of dead and rotten severed hands.

"As soon as you talk about ghosts, ghosts will come to your door. This cemetery is really weird." When chasing the ghost just now, Su Che wondered why it escaped into this cemetery. The encounter with a ghost at noon undoubtedly proved that it was not accidental that the ghost escaped here just now.

Slowly approaching Fan Xiangrong, who was not far ahead, at the moment when those severed hands were about to grab Fan Xiangrong's neck, Su Che, who had prepared a long time ago, took out the black book, took out the backpack in the black mist, and yanked open the zipper , pulled out two one-time consecrated mahogany swords and threw them forward with a billowing heat wave.

call out!

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and two one-time consecrated mahogany swords rubbed Fan Xiangrong's cheeks and pierced through the pair of severed hands that were pressing on his shoulders. Suddenly, black smoke swirled around and a pungent stench filled the air. The billowing heat wave carried by the consecrated mahogany sword burned to ashes.

Instead, he was knocked down from Fan Xiangrong's shoulder by the undiminished one-time consecrated mahogany sword, unfolded the one-time mahogany sword in mid-air, and then disappeared into the hazy mountain fog in the cemetery, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

"Master Fan, are you alright?" Su Che asked Fan Xiangrong who had escaped from death while zipping up his backpack.

Fan Xiangrong bent his head and was out of breath. Although the pair of severed hands just now did not cause any substantial harm to him, the strange feeling on his shoulders that almost crushed him still made him unable to get over it. Come on.

"It's...it's okay, just...what was pressing on my shoulders just now?" Struggling to raise my head, my shoulders were sore and painful. I opened my collar and saw that my shoulders were There were black bruises on the upper body where the contours of the five fingers could barely be seen, and Xiang Rong's eyes suddenly seemed to have seen a ghost.

Su Che looked around, "I didn't see it very clearly, I only heard you scream, and when I came over, I saw a vague figure running up, Master Fan, you won't be attacked by that murderer right?"

"I don't think it's some kind of murderer, but we hit a ghost!" Fan Xiangrong showed Su Che two black bruises on his shoulders, and continued with a wry smile, "Dude, you see, these are injuries that humans can inflict. ?"

"and many more......"

Fan Xiangrong seemed to have discovered something new. He pointed to the backpack behind Su Che and said with a vigilant expression, "Dude, when you went up the mountain with me, did you bring a backpack?"

"Master Fan, I have been dusting on the construction site for ten years, and my heart has long been as cold as a steel bar poured with cement. Therefore, as a duster on the construction site, I carry a backpack with all my belongings ready to run anytime, anywhere. Is there any problem with the road?" Su Che asked seriously.

You're right, I'm speechless...

Fan Xiangrong shook his dizzy head, stepped forward to touch Su Che, and after feeling Su Che's body temperature that belonged to a living person, he carefully looked at Su Che's shadow for a few more times before he kept muttering, "It's good to be human, it's good to be human..."

"Dude, don't blame me for talking about it. I really saw a ghost just now. Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise I don't know what that ghost will do to me."

After hitting the ghost, Fan Xiangrong was in a particularly conflicted mood. He wanted to retreat and leave the graveyard of the cemetery, but because his wife was still alive and dead on the graveyard, and because his mobile phone had no signal and could not call the police, he had no choice but to bite the bullet. Move forward.

Buttoning up his collar tremblingly, Fan Xiangrong looked back only to find that the white mist behind him had already been shrouded completely, and his tone of voice was very worried, "We ran into a ghost just when we went to the cemetery, I hope my wife and the others don't have any accidents. So that the ghost can find the murderer!"

"Master Fan, don't scare me. The ghosts asking for directions on the construction site made a lot of noise and immediately stopped the construction. Now you say that this cemetery is haunted. Listening to your words, it seems that ghosts are haunted everywhere in your Wang County?" Su Che didn't follow Fan Xiangrong's words directly, but pretended to be terrified.

Fan Xiangrong looked towards the distance of the grave with anxiety, "It's still the same sentence, buddy, you are a foreigner who doesn't understand, and I would definitely not say that in normal times, but now there are only a few days before the Ghost Festival, and all kinds of ghosts and ghosts are coming out coming."

"Anything else?"

"Every sentence is true. Will I be talking nonsense at this time? The two of us have to hurry up. It's okay for my wife and the others to meet a murderer. After all, there are so many people. If you run into a ghost, you will be killed!"

Continue to step on the yellow mud of the cemetery, white mist constantly emerges from the mountains and forests. The visibility is extremely poor. After walking two or three hundred meters, no one else is seen. The only thing that can make Su Che and Fan Xiangrong feel There are only more and more graves as the terrain becomes steeper.

"Lan Ying, Master Zhuang, can you hear me?" Fan Xiangrong kept shouting towards the hazy mountain fog ahead, but only faint echoes responded to him.

"Obviously they are near here, why are they all gone?"

"No, if you go up any further, you will almost walk out of the cemetery. Where are my wife and the others? We haven't run into a ghost hitting the wall..."

After following Fan Xiangrong for a long time in the mountain mist like headless flies, Su Che found that the surrounding steep terrain suddenly became much gentler. He and Fan Xiangrong seemed to have walked into a ravine between two mountains. The mountain fog seems to be surrounded by mountains in all directions. Even the sun at noon can hardly penetrate the thick mountain fog and the increasingly dense forests, and the surrounding environment gradually looks gloomy.

At the same time, the wet mud beneath his feet turned into an irregular stone road.

"Master Fan, we should have walked out of the scope of the cemetery by now?" Su Che pulled Fan Xiangrong who was swaying around.

At this moment, Fan Xiangrong was already drenched in sweat. He was very unfamiliar with the irregular stone road under his feet and the dense woods above his head, "I... I don't know what this place is, but This seems to be a man-made path, could it be that my wife and the others lost their way in the mountain fog and found this path?"

After the two exchanged briefly for a while, they decided to continue walking along the stone road under their feet.

After walking forward for another ten minutes, Fan Xiangrong, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped as if he saw something.

"Master Fan, what did you find?" Su Che asked.

Fan Xiangrong's tone was full of surprise, "House, a lot of houses, this is probably a mountain village outside the cemetery, we came out by accident!"

"Oh...really? We ran into a ghost just as we were walking up the graveyard of the cemetery. Maybe this place is a ghost..."

Su Che was still talking when Fan Xiangrong hurriedly interrupted him, "Brother, buddy, don't say such things again... I'll hit a ghost when you mentioned that murderer before, if you do it again , I, Lao Fan, have to confess my life here!"

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Unfortunately, Fan Xiangrong's inner anxiety is gradually turning into reality.

Just turning his head to speak, a gloomy cold wind blew from the large houses vaguely discernible in the mountain mist ahead, and the temperature in the air dropped suddenly.

There was a din of people in front of the originally empty stone road, and the shadows of people in the mountain mist seemed to appear in an instant.

"Brother, have you opened your crow's mouth before, what are you talking about!" Fan Xiangrong's eyes widened, his heart was half cold, and he began to mutter again, "Lan Ying, you must not go this way. ... must not..."

Su Che passed Fan Xiangrong who was hesitant, and took the lead to walk towards the strange mountain village full of people in front of the stone road, and signaled Fan Xiangrong to follow him with his eyes.

Regarding Su Che's death-defying behavior towards the ghost village, knowing that there were ghosts in the village, Fan Xiangrong had to follow up after a fierce psychological struggle.

There is no way, according to the normal horror movie routine, if they turn around and run, they might completely alarm the ghosts in the weird mountain village ahead, and then it will be the real sense of nowhere.

For the present plan, it is much better for two living people to be together than to have conflicts like in horror movies and be broken down one by one by ghosts, and all of them will be killed by ghosts.

What's more, in Fan Xiangrong's eyes, Su Che who dared to chase the vicious murderer into the cemetery by himself is undoubtedly daring, and the fact that he was still alive and kicking after experiencing the horror incident of ghost asking for directions at the highway construction site proves that Su Che might be a ruthless person who would avoid even ghosts, so Fan Xiangrong obediently followed Su Che and broke into the weird mountain village ahead together.

Su Che carefully looked at this weird mountain village in front of him. The small mountain village was shrouded in hazy mountain mist from inside to outside, with shadowy ghosts on both sides, and all kinds of horrible and frightening scenes in front of and behind the houses. s things.

A human head full of maggots, protruding eyeballs and constantly dripping out foul-smelling corpse water, a black dead man's shroud still stained with yellow mud, a paper sacrifice with only broken bamboo strips and rotten paper left, Row after row of spiritual tablets mixed with coagulated blood... came into the sight of Su Che and Fan Xiangrong one by one.

"Master Fan, you can't just pretend to be innocent. What kind of ghost village is this place? It's obviously a small mountain village with simple folk customs. You can see how enthusiastic the villagers are here. When they saw us two outsiders coming in, they all took out the bottom of the box. Souvenirs are here to entertain us!" Su Che said calmly.

Fan Xiangrong has regretted it since he first entered this strange mountain village. He glanced at all kinds of horrible and frightening things around him suspiciously, and his eyes seemed to say, "Call these horrible things local products, are you kidding me?" !"

Su Che, on the other hand, was still looking at this weird mountain village with great interest, and even in Fan Xiangrong's eyes, he could almost be described as crazy and pulled him to a door with a lantern covered with pale human skin. Inside was a pitch-black coffin.

It was only then that Fan Xiangrong noticed that there was no house in this weird village where the living lived, but it was clearly the yin house where the dead were buried.

"Brother, take it easy, this place is really haunted!" Fan Xiangrong's calves were shaking.

He originally thought that this sentence would scare Su Che, or at least make Su Che correct his attitude and be more careful.

However, Fan Xiangrong never expected that when Su Che heard his words, not only did he not show the slightest fear, but he tore open his backpack and took out a crystal ball dripping with blood and full of cracks, staring tremblingly at Fan Xiangrong. He rushed down into this shady house-like house.

Immediately after, he kicked over the pitch-black coffin parked inside the door, and immediately pulled out the thing inside the coffin, he raised the crystal ball in his hand and slammed it, shouting, "Fuck you are a ghost!" Ah? Now I will give you three seconds to tell the truth whether you are a human or a ghost?"

The scene was really full of flesh and blood, and the cracking sound of bones shattered endlessly. Fan Xiangrong turned pale when he saw it, and once suspected that the vicious murderer Su Che was talking about was himself.

a long time.

The coffin that was kicked over and the things in the coffin that were not known to be people or ghosts were smashed into a pile of debris, Su Che got up and stretched his shoulders, and said in a regretful tone, "Master Fan, you come to judge, I, Su, are just Asking such a simple question as whether it is a human or a ghost, I never thought that it would attack me brazenly, smashing the bricks in my hand with its head, the villagers in this village are too dishonest!"

Judgment?

Do I have the guts to judge you?

But please don't smash my head with a brick, just be lucky...

Fan Xiangrong looked at Su Che with eyes as if he had seen a ghost, and kept slandering in his heart, "This buddy on the construction site is not just a ruthless person, he is clearly a evil star that ghosts will walk around!"

"Brother...Brother, are you sure you encountered a ghost on the construction site and asked you for directions, instead of digging the ghost out of the grave and forcing it to guide it?" According to Su Che's current situation, It shows that Fan Xiangrong boldly guessed the truth about the ghost asking for directions.

Just as Su Che took down the lantern covered with pale skin at the door, he shook his head after hearing Fan Xiangrong's bold guess, "Master Fan, you have wronged me, Mr. Su, but as for that, I have a piece of good news and Bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

Fan Xiangrong's heart skipped a beat.

"No, no, no... Could something happen to my wife or the others?" Now not only his calves were shaking, but his entire body was shaking.

"The situation is not so bad. The good news is that your wife, Master Fan, and that Fengshui master, Master Zhuang, have indeed walked the same path with us." Su Che thoughtfully holding the pale human skin lantern in his hand.

Upon hearing the news about his wife and that Feng Shui master, Fan Xiangrong's panicked expression immediately calmed down a lot, "What about the bad news?"

"The simple and enthusiastic villagers in this village have all been provoked by the noise we made, and can't wait to take care of us, your wife, and other outsiders..."

"What? What happened between the two of us? I didn't dare to say a word from the beginning to the end!"

At this moment, the hustle and bustle of people in the weird mountain village shrouded in mountain mist suddenly stopped, and the doors and windows of the houses that looked like yin houses shook crazily, and the sharp and piercing creaking sounds made people flustered.

After this infiltrating movement appeared, even the shadowy ghosts in the mountain mist began to flee in all directions, as if they felt something particularly terrifying appeared in this weird mountain village.

The white mountain fog was dyed black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the human skin lantern held by Su Che crackled and ignited the glowing fire, and the whole weird mountain village turned from noon to night in an instant.

"It's...it's dark?" Fan Xiangrong's expression froze for a moment, his hands desperately grabbed the clothes in front of him, and he stared at the lit lanterns in front of the ghost houses in the strange mountain village in the dark.

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Looking out from the haunted house in this weird mountain village, the sudden blackening of the sky did not change its infiltrating environment at all, making all kinds of terrifying things look even more terrifying against the backdrop of the night.

In addition, the traces of ghosts in the mountain mist disappeared completely, not only did not ease the fear deep in the heart, but instead, there was an extra sense of panic in the face of sudden changes.

"Yeah, it's getting dark." Su Che carried the human skin lantern in his hand and walked out of the yin house. In just a moment of trance, the feeling of this strange mountain village changed drastically.

The knuckles of Fan Xiangrong's hands clutching his clothes turned white, and he didn't dare to think of falling behind Su Che. He would follow Su Che wherever he went. It seemed that only in this way could he have a weak sense of security.

"Dude, are you finally willing to believe this place is haunted this time?"

He lowered his head, not daring to look at the shady houses with human skin lanterns and candles in front of the doors.

"I have to reiterate that the villagers in the village are so enthusiastic." Su Che stuffed the human skin lantern into Fan Xiangrong's hand, then took out the bright flashlight from his backpack and opened it with a bang.

The blazing light shines from the strong flashlight, and the whole strange mountain village, which is particularly terrifying under the heavy night, is instantly illuminated clearly from the inside and outside, making the human skin lanterns in front of the yin houses The faint candlelight seemed to be extinguished.

The horror of the weird mountain village was unreservedly displayed in front of Fan Xiangrong's eyes, so that his brain froze for a while after hearing Su Che's voice, "The villagers in the village are so enthusiastic? Big brother, can I call you big brother? Could it be that you still haven't realized that this is a ghost village?"

The biting chill in his hand made Fan Xiangrong shiver uncontrollably. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the thing that Su Che had thrust into his hand... seemed to come from the door of the yin house just now. The peeled off human skin lantern.

There was a chill in his heart, Fan Xiangrong let go subconsciously, wanting to throw away the human skin lantern that Su Che stuffed into his hand.

"Master Fan, you don't have to be afraid, there are ghosts in this place!" Su Che said silently after grabbing Fan Xiangrong's shoulder, picking up the human skin lantern he had thrown away.

You clearly know that there are ghosts in this place.

And tell me not to be afraid?

What are you talking about?

Just as Fan Xiangrong's down-time brain was running fast, intending to respond to Su Che's words that made his blood pressure soar, suddenly there was a dull sound of coffin boards falling to the ground from all the shady houses in the strange mountain village.