No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The firefighters were all in a daze, and couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

"President, don't fool them. Besides the ghost asking for directions, there seems to be something else popping up in Majia Lane..." Kuang Cheng spoke with a sense of urgency.

Wang Wang Wang!

The big black dog with its tail tucked between its legs was also staring at Majiaxiang, which was completely engulfed in flames, with its green eyes, showing its sharp fangs, barking its teeth and barking in a low voice.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Three consecutive strange muffled sounds that seemed to be familiar came from the place where the houses and the alley meet in the depths of Majia Lane. Su Che followed the line of sight of Kuang Cheng and Da Heigou, and as the muffled sounds continued to reverberate, they became so intense The extremely earthy smell gushed out like a flood.

The ticking dark red blood flowed on the potholed road. At a glance, it almost blended with the soil on the ground. The gray hair full of wet soil came out from the ground, and a picture full of wrinkles and age spots gave people The old man with a strong sense of discomfort slowly twisted his rotten head, staring at Su Che outside the collapsed wall and the firefighters gathered together.

"This old man is a red-clothed ghost, and he really is a ghostly visitor." Looking at the dark red blood-soaked clothes on this old man with rotten facial features, Su Che immediately became interested.

It's not surprising that a red-clothed ghost appears in a supernatural event related to the Ghost Festival. However, even the coffin containing Nie Hailin's body appeared in Majia Lane, and now a group of ghosts appeared suddenly. A red-clothed ghost is not unacceptable either.

The dark red blood mixed with the mud flowed, and the Majia Lane that was caught in the flames was stained with a strange blood color. After only a few seconds, the fire ignited and spread by the one-time consecrated mahogany sword became dim.

At the same time, a cold breath unknowingly accompanied the erosion of the darkness of the night.

"Why is there no mobile phone signal, I still want to call the police!"

"It can't be because of the haunting, my mobile phone has no signal..."

"Quick, stop talking nonsense, Mr. Su of this funeral parlor can deal with ghosts, everyone, don't leave alone. Based on my decades of experience in watching horror movies, as long as we don't leave alone, the ghosts can't kill us!"

The fire spreading in Majia Lane was completely extinguished, and Su Che's eyes staring at the old man with rotten facial features suddenly went cold.

"That ghost, come here!"

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Next, a strange scene appeared.

The lights in the buildings built along both sides of the road in the main film were all extinguished, and deep darkness fell.

But the darkness only lasted for a blink of an eye. Immediately, the living room or main room of every household lit up with the glowing light of incense candles and paper money burning. The firefighters, who had been frightened half to death for a while, were frightened and rushed to Su Che's side .

"Is there anyone else in the house?" Su Che shouted loudly to the crowded firefighters.

The current situation is very clear. Every household lights up incense candles and the glowing light produced by burning paper money is undoubtedly a sign that the red-clothed ghost with rotten facial features is about to kill someone, and those who are still in the house at this time are very likely to be affected As a result, he became the target of that red-clothed ghost's attack.

"Most of the nearby residents ran out and caught fire. Even if the rest did not participate in the fire fighting, they were not in the house."

"There are dozens of families around here, who knows how many people still haven't escaped!"

"Sure enough, the ghost went to find those who are alone first, the big guys must not be scattered, and be careful not to be killed by the ghost."

"It's broken... There are still several people in my family who are still asleep, what should I do? What should I do now?"

"I've said long ago that this place is not clean. You guys refused to listen and insisted on moving here. It's good now. It's been haunted for a long time after moving here."

The emotions of the firefighting crowd became more and more flustered with all kinds of chattering voices. No one would have thought that a fire accident that should have been ordinary would turn into a supernatural event that killed people.

But accidents always come inadvertently.

Some people who were awakened from their sleep due to the noise caused by the fire, and those who stayed at home and did not have time to go out at first discovered that the lights in the house suddenly went out, thinking that it was a short circuit trip caused by the fire burning to the wires.

In this case, it is normal to stay at home and wait for the firefighters to put out the fire, then fix the tripped line and wait for the power supply to return to normal.

But when some people saw the fire lights flickering in the living room or main room of their homes, although it is not clear what happened for the time being, the folk tales related to the ghost festival that have been circulating in Wang County for a long time still make people Their hearts were subconsciously filled with unease, and they couldn't help trembling.

The people who went out to fight the fire earlier screamed and obviously encountered something!

"What happened? When I was sleeping in a daze just now, I seemed to hear someone shouting for firefighting. Now what..."

Yu Wenhai rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed. As a single dog who lived alone and ran with the engineering project team in a rented house for many years, he obviously didn't have the habit of going out in the middle of the night, so even if he heard someone shouting for fire just now, he didn't get up The idea of ​​going out and helping.

After all, it's none of your business. Young and frivolous boys must protect themselves when they go out, otherwise they will run around at night and get stabbed in the waist by gangsters without anesthetics, and there will be no place to cry when the time comes.

Yu Wenhai looked around in a daze in his mind, wanting to confirm what happened to the increasingly noisy and noisy downstairs.

However, when he looked through the bedroom window to the living room with a faint fire on the same floor of the opposite building, a strange scene caught his attention.

It was an old-fashioned shrine that looked gloomy under the faint light of the fire. It looked quite old, because the floors were adjacent and there was no shelter. The decoration in the living room of the family on the first floor is not what it looks like now.

If it was only like this, Yu Wenhai wouldn't have too many strange ideas, after all, the family on the opposite floor might be so idle that they would stay up all night and do renovations.

What really made him feel that something was wrong was that he could clearly see a lifeless portrait hanging on the old-fashioned shrine in the living room on the opposite floor, and beside the portrait stood a thin, skinny old man .

This elderly man was wearing the shroud worn by the dead when they were buried. His exposed palms and face were so pale that there was no trace of blood. They were covered with large black and blue spots, which looked very much like the spots on the corpse of a dead person.

But Yu Wenhai didn't think too much, just muttered strangely, "I remember that the old man in the building opposite is not like that..."

next second.

Yu Wenhai's dazed mind was awakened in an instant, his palms were soaked in cold sweat, his whole body seemed to be frozen, and he was stunned.

"The old man in the opposite building... looks exactly like the one on the portrait!"

"It's haunted, it's definitely haunted!"

As a person who spends his days on the construction site, Yu Wenhai is familiar with the ghost asking for directions incident that caused a lot of trouble at the expressway construction site some time ago.

Almost subconsciously, various horrifying rumors related to the ghost asking for directions emerged in Yu Wenhai's mind.

"I heard that the ghosts at the highway construction site drove several people crazy. Now the entire construction site has been shut down. I'm not so unlucky... Can you run into ghosts while sleeping in a rental house?"

The fear in his heart surged like a tide, Yu Wenhai seemed to be drained of all his strength, he stumbled to the bedroom door, and tried his best to open the doorknob with trembling hands.

A flickering and jumping flame passed through the crack of the door Yu Wenhai opened and shone on his sweaty face. At this time, a strong question appeared in his mind completely occupied by fear, "What is going on? There is a ghost in the opposite building, I There are also ghosts in the rented house, this is the rhythm that will kill me here!"

He couldn't bear to think about it any longer.

With stiff hands, Yu Wenhai wanted to slowly close the door he had unscrewed, pretending that nothing happened.

But the flickering firelight outside the bedroom suddenly dimmed, as if something blocked the light that penetrated through the crack of the door and shone on Yu Wenhai's face.

Slowly twisting his neck, the cold sweat dripping from his forehead blurred his vision, Yu Wenhai could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

No... other than the sound of a crazy heartbeat... there seems to be some sound...

click...click...click...

The slight sound of bones breaking was especially obvious in the dead silent bedroom.

Yu Wenhai immediately felt that his neck was being stretched by something, and it was spinning uncontrollably.

Yu Wenhai's eyes that originally wanted to look at the living room outside the bedroom through the crack of the door turned for a while, and he saw his back in pajamas, the lifeless portrait, and the lit joss paper money.

And an old man covered in corpses...

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"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah......"

One after another, screams came from the glowing buildings, and the faces of the firefighters who crowded towards Su Che were pale with fright. Some people who were planning to go back home to avoid the limelight also fought Back off.

"Ghosts are starting to kill people. It's not just the red-clothed ghost, there are ghosts wherever there is light!" Kuang Cheng's face turned blue, even though he followed Su Che to such a cursed place as Yuanjialing, but Don't say I've seen ghosts in every household like this one before, and I haven't even heard of it before.

The huddled firefighters looked at Su Che in unison. Apart from panic and fear in their eyes, they were more concerned about what happened to those who stayed at home alone to make such piercing screams. Strongly disturbed.

Su Che glanced at the crowd of firefighters crowded around him, roughly calculated the number of people in his heart, and immediately pointed to the No. 714 bus that was parked by the roadside, and shouted again, "There is no time to explain too much, get on the bus !"

Regarding Su Che's yelling, the firefighting crowd who saw him beat two ghosts to ashes with a stick dared not have the slightest opinion, and immediately crowded into the No. 714 bus.

Driven by flustered emotions, most people don't even bother to explore whether the driver of the 714 bus is a ghost or a human.

"President, now this place has become a mess, and almost every household has traces of ghosts. This is the real Majia Lane. Those who have stayed at home and haven't come out, I think it's probably a disaster. Kuang Cheng spoke out his horrific discovery in a low voice, lest other people who hadn't squeezed into the No. 714 bus would hear these words and break down emotionally.

Long Wenhua couldn't help but gasped when he heard the sound, "Hey... there are ghosts in every household, isn't it so exaggerated... It's so fierce before the Ghost Festival, and it's still going on when the Ghost Festival comes." Got it?"

While the two were talking, Su Che had already walked up to a haunted building with a mourning stick.

"Old K and Lao An, you two are watching the ghost bus, you go upstairs with me." Su Che's eyes swept over Long Wenhua.

Long Wenhua, who heard Su Che's shout, stopped talking immediately, and hurried forward to follow Su Che's steps into the building.

At this moment, in this building, you can't see your fingers. You can vaguely hear some messy sounds, and a certain cold atmosphere is constantly permeating in the darkness.

"Brother, didn't the red-clothed ghost that came out of Majia Lane come to us in the first place? Why did it just disappear in the blink of an eye?" Long Wenhua instinctively realized that what was fatal to him where the danger lies.

Su Che didn't reply, but just made a gesture of silencing him. Seeing this, Long Wenhua immediately stopped the urge to continue talking, and followed Su Che to continue striding upstairs.

The first floor...the second floor...the third floor...all the houses on both sides of the corridor are empty, only incense candles and paper money are burned, and the same muddy smoke is in the cramped area Floating in the corridor space.

Looking out of the line of sight to observe the living room in the house, all you can see is the weird shrine with the portrait hanging on it.

"There are no ghosts in an empty room. It seems that all the ghosts in Ma's Lane are looking for the living people who are still hiding at home. If you want to find them one by one, I am afraid that there will not be enough time in the whole night, let alone the ghosts." With the specter of the rule-like red-clothed ghost, once they inadvertently violate any chance, the end will definitely be worse than being entangled by these portrait ghosts in Majiaxiang."

As Su Che expected, before running from the third floor to the fourth floor, he and Long Wenhua smelled a strong smell of blood in the corridor.

A miserable victim crawled with his upper body lying outside the door on the fourth floor, but the entire back spine and lower body were twisted into twists, the skin and muscles were torn in large pieces, and the scalding blood ejected from the blood vessels almost wiped out the blood outside the door. The stairs are sprayed.

His eyes were wide open and bloodshot, and his face was frozen with the expression of despair left in the last second of his life. He didn't know what kind of horrible things he had experienced in this short period of time.

It was not the first time that Long Wenhua had seen the victim in a supernatural event, but he was still so stimulated by the scene before him that his stomach couldn't stop rolling.

"Dead... dead..."

He let out a low cry of surprise.

"Dangerous! Brother Long! Dangerous!"

"Damn, this place is too haunted by ghosts. If Wang Wang and the others leave from Majiaxiang and add up the time to put out the fire, it only takes a few minutes for people to be killed by ghosts."

"I called the police, everyone is free."

"Speaking of which, does anyone still think that Brother Long is acting in a script?"

"Don't make trouble, big guys. People are dead if you don't see it? Anyone who is close to Brother Long and the others in the live broadcast room should call the police!"

"I, Taoist Zhang, would like to say that a supernatural event in this situation is at least in the category of a disaster. If you can't solve it even if you force the king, don't you come up with bad ideas here on purpose to send people to your door to seek death?"

The audience who saw such a bloody and terrifying scene in the live broadcast room were also discussing.

Su Che glanced at the door where the corpse of the victim in a miserable state of death was lying on the ground, and saw that the glowing light of burning incense candles and paper money on the weird shrine in the living room had been extinguished at some point, and the dead man on the portrait had disappeared, and the portrait beside the shrine was just gone. Leaving a dull white paper.

Su Che frowned slightly, clenched the mourning stick in his hand, dragged Long Wenhua and rushed into the house.

The room where all the lights were extinguished was dark, the dark red blood of the deceased was still flowing on the ground, and the cold aura that Su Che and Long Wenhua felt almost filled every inch of the space when they went upstairs.