No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"It's almost exactly the same as the ice-like chill on the road-asking ghost." Su Che thought to himself.

At the same time, the moment he rushed into the house, Long Wenhua froze suddenly, and he felt something suddenly appear behind him.

Long Wenhua, who has rich experience in beating ghosts, knows that this is not an illusion. The ghost that just killed someone is definitely standing behind him.

Moving the camera on his head, he glanced down at the screen of the phone in his hand, a pair of dead hands with bruised purple and black covered with corpse spots protruded from behind him, sticking to Long Wenhua's body all the way down , as if to twist him into a twist from bottom to top like the victim who was prostrate outside the door.

"Brother, ghost, that ghost in the house is behind me!" Long Wenhua yelled repeatedly in fright.

Su Che ignored Long Wenhua's horrified cry, but strode forward and raised his foot, kicking towards the weird shrine standing in the living room.

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The moment Su Che raised his foot and kicked the weird shrine, the portrait of the deceased with only gray paper left on the shrine fell without warning.

From the pictures in Long Wenhua's live broadcast room, it can be clearly seen that the movement of the dead man's palms, which were sticking to Long Wenhua's back and covered with corpse spots, suddenly stagnated. Photo of old woman with wrinkled face and gloomy expression.

An ice-like cold aura invaded from the portrait, accompanied by the cold aura, and the dead man's palm that suddenly stagnated behind Long Wenhua.

The audience in the live broadcast room knew very well that once they came into contact with these dead hands, they would die tragically on the spot just like the victim outside the door just now.

It is even possible that the person is dead and has not yet realized what happened.

But at this critical moment.

All I saw was that Su Che kicked the shrine to pieces, and then waved the mourning stick tightly in his hand and smashed it at the portrait of the old woman.

boom!

The portrait immediately fell apart, and the frame was splashed with the strange shrine sawdust that was smashed by Su Che's kick.

However, at this moment, the dead man's palms almost climbed onto Su Che's shoulders, and the piercing chill spread from the place touched by the dead man's palms to every part of his body.

If it was an ordinary person who was attacked by the portrait ghost rashly, he would lose the ability to resist immediately, but instead of showing the slightest fear, Su Che sneered, "With your ability, you have the courage Run out to harm people before it arrives?"

Wang Wang Wang!

Before Su Che finished speaking, the big black dog, which had been acting like a dog with its tail between its sides, jumped up, opened its dog's mouth that kept dripping, and directly bit down on the dead man's hand that climbed up Su Che's shoulder.

Crackling...cracking...

The big black dog opened and closed its mouth, making a creepy biting sound.

"This is the end?"

Long Wenhua stared dumbfounded at the weird shrine and the torn pieces of the portrait in the living room, and then moved his eyes to look at the big black dog who was eating. In his eyes, the portrait ghost he bumped into as soon as he entered the living room can be said to be terrifying enough. But he didn't expect that Su Che would finish off this ghost with just one kick.

"Otherwise? Is it possible that we have to fight it for [-] rounds?" Su Che stared thoughtfully at the mourning stick in his hand. 'Ghost story's yellowed paper.

After he smashed the portrait into pieces with a mourning stick, the scarlet blood stained between the lines on the yellowed paper had a faint tendency to continue to spread, as if he could hear bursts of mournful screams echoing in his ears also became more apparent.

As the supernatural events that occurred under the influence of the Ghost Festival, the Phi Ma Sha and the ghost ghost in Majiaxiang that appeared in Baiping Town are basically related to the local folk tales, so Su Che was not too surprised by this situation.

"Judging from the behavior patterns shown by the portrait ghost, this is also a regular type of ghost. Those who ran out to fight the fire gathered together and were not attacked by the portrait ghost. It seems that they will only attack people who stayed at home and did not go out. , or a living person who broke into the house." Su Che pondered for a moment, and told Long Wenhua what he had discovered.

Long Wenhua nodded again and again, "We ran from the first floor to the fourth floor just now, and there were such weird shrines in the living rooms of almost every household, but there were no ghosts in those houses, only the ghosts appeared on the fourth floor to kill people. "

"Since this is the case, it is obviously unrealistic to look for every household in the past. For the present, it is best to find a way to get rid of all these portrait ghosts through the red-clothed ghost in Majia Lane." Su Che said. Picking up the portrait that had been smashed to pieces with a mourning stick, it felt very rough and aged, and it was obviously not young.

"Catch the thief first and capture the king first. It is true that the red-clothed ghost should be dealt with first, and then all these ghosts who ran out of Majia Lane..." Long Wenhua seemed to realize something as he spoke, with a look on his face. Immediately something went wrong, "Big... big brother... what you said, think of a way..."

"That's right, at such a critical juncture, you need someone like Xiaolong to shine!" Su Che's words made Long Wenhua's mood sink to the bottom like a sun-drenched dog.

Wang Wang Wang!

The big black dog seemed to feel Long Wenhua's not-so-subtle eyes, swallowed the dead man's palm, swallowed the torn pieces of the portrait, and stared at Long Wen with the dog's green eyes Hua kept barking, as if he was worried that Long Wenhua would snatch the food.

Although the portrait ghost in the house has been eliminated, the cold chill still hasn't dissipated. It seems that besides this portrait ghost, there are other more terrifying ghosts waiting for the living people in the room in a dark corner. Violate a more deadly taboo.

After simply opening the doors of several other rooms in the house and taking a glance, but finding no other useful information, Su Che and Long Wenhua walked out of the house.

The atmosphere in the dark corridor is still very depressing, and the smell of mud that accompanies the burning of joss sticks and paper money is even more pungent, and a strange smell of burning fire has been added to it at some point.

Walking down the building quickly, when Su Che and Long Wenhua walked out of the building with the big black dog, the eyes of everyone in the 714 bus immediately gathered.

"President, what's the situation up there?" Kuang Cheng jumped out of the car door and ran all the way to Su Che and asked.

Su Che said in a low voice, "Someone in the room on the fourth floor was killed by a ghost."

"Some people were killed by ghosts in just a few minutes, so except for those who came out to fight the fire, wouldn't everyone else..." Kuang Cheng hesitated to speak.

Su Che looked up at the whole street built on both sides of the road, where incense candles and paper money were burning brightly, "It's not that there is no room for maneuver, we only found ghosts on the fourth floor in the whole building, and as long as we don't offend the portrait ghosts According to the rules of killing, even if you stay in a haunted room, nothing will happen in a short period of time."

"Ghosts from Majiaxiang appear only in rooms with living people?" Kuang Cheng said with some surprise.

Su Che nodded, "Otherwise, what do you think? Before we came out of Majia Lane, the supernatural events in this place probably started to happen, although it is not clear yet why the coffin containing Nie Hailin's body was parked in Majia Lane Among them, but it must be inseparable from the early occurrence of the supernatural event that should be the Ghost Festival."

"It's...fortunately, we got his two coffins out of Majia Lane..." Kuang Cheng still didn't understand why he was killed by the death website Nie Hailin will make the supernatural events of Ghost Festival happen in advance.

Su Che patted him on the shoulder, "Now I don't have time to think about what's left. Hurry up and drive the ghost bus, and the time has come for the young and old in our village to go out for funerals to play a real role."

"Drive, let the ghost go!"

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"After coming out of that deserted village, what's the use of these ghosts who have no reaction at all?" Kuang Cheng glanced suspiciously at the unresponsive ghost villagers in the long funeral procession. He didn't quite believe that the group of ghosts could deal with them because of the horror shown by the ghosts.

Hearing the skepticism in Kuang Cheng's tone, Su Che smiled meaningfully, "Whether it is useful or not will be known immediately, after all, the Hundred Ghosts Night Walk bought with the Consecrated Taomu Sword is also a Hundred Ghosts Night Walk!"

Relying on Su Che's words, the uniformed ghost driving the No. 714 bus obviously gained confidence. Before Kuang Cheng got on the bus, he stepped on the gas pedal of the bus deeply. The roar of the engine made the ghost villagers in the funeral procession reflexively continue to move forward.

And stimulated by the muddy smell mixed in the smoke from burning joss sticks and paper money in the whole street, and the cold chill brought by the ghost, the ghost villagers in the funeral procession seemed to be awakened.

In the blink of an eye, coffins connected end to end appeared strangely in the open space on both sides of the road.

Seeing more and more coffins appearing on both sides of the road, Long Wenhua and Kuang Lima recognized that this was the coffin road they used to carry coffins for funeral outside the deserted village.

The smoke from incense sticks and paper money drifting from every household was blown away by the wind that swept across the coffin road, whistling and making a very penetrating sound of howling ghosts and wolves. Even the note on the mourning stick in Su Che's hand rattled, sending out a sharp sound of mourning.

"President, how did you get the coffin road outside the barren village here?" Kuang Cheng looked at the coffins that appeared on both sides of the road with a horrified expression on his face.

Su Che did not answer Kuang Cheng's question, but glanced at the No. 714 bus passing by slowly. At this time, the dense ghosts and coffins on the whole street had already made the firefighters squeezed into the No. 714 bus feel scalp-sickened. Ma, the current situation has far exceeded their imagination of the so-called haunted concept during the Ghost Festival.

Quickly retrieved the fire ax thrown earlier, when Su Che led the mourners on the 714 bus to force the mourners onto the coffin road, the living rooms of the houses on both sides of the road were covered with corpse spots. Ghosts of the dead with ice-like chills from inside to outside appeared behind the window one after another, staring blankly at the funeral procession mixed with people and ghosts on the road, as well as the firefighters crowded in the compartment of the No. 714 bus.

They stared at the firefighters hiding in the cabin of the No. 714 bus. These living people who were deeply in fear also saw clearly what the ghosts that appeared in their homes were.

"I've heard that this place used to be a mass grave. I don't know how many unnamed dead people were buried without a tombstone. I didn't believe these rumors...I didn't expect this rumor to be so it is true!"

"You said these ghosts are the dead who were buried in mass graves?"

"Isn't that right! Apart from mass graves, where would there be so many ghosts?"

"The outskirts of the city have always been unclean. When the highway construction site was under construction, there were ghosts who would ask the workers on the construction site for directions in the middle of the night."

"The highway construction site is not far from here..."

"And it will be the Ghost Festival in a few days. In the past, there will be more or less strange things happening on the Ghost Festival every year, but this year there are more and more troubles!"

For a while, the living people in the No. 714 bus chatted loudly, as if they wanted to vent their fears that emerged from the bottom of their hearts in this way.

Compared with the restless firefighters, Su Che confirmed his earlier guess when he saw scattered ghosts appearing behind the living room windows of the buildings on both sides of the road, "Sure enough, there are ghosts in the room. Ghosts will only appear when a living person looks like a ghost."

The current situation is developing in an unpredictable direction, and the portrait ghost that was supposed to attack the living people in the room seems to have shifted its target.

In the light of the glowing fire in front of the weird shrines, the smoke from the burning of joss sticks and paper money gathered again, and a giant weird shrine that was almost as high as the bus blocked the route of the No. 714 bus full of living people.

In an instant, all the lights on the entire street, including the dim yellow headlights of the No. 714 bus, were dyed a rich blood red.

A chilly and terrifying atmosphere then spread.

"It seems that someone in the ghost bus violated the killing rules of the red-clothed ghost by the appearance of the coffin road. This battle has become quite big."

The red-clothed ghost in Majia Lane didn't feel too scary to Su Che. He even suspected that this red-clothed ghost would not dare to take a shot at himself who was talking and laughing with the god of death, but when he stopped the 714 bus The moment the giant and strange shrine landed on the ground, Su Che couldn't help thinking of sending this red-clothed ghost and today's spoon killer to the ghost of Death as companions.

At this moment, the uniform ghost driving the No. 714 bus has been frightened out of his wits. If Su Che hadn't looked at it with a dangerous gleam, if it didn't dare to act rashly, it might have escaped without a trace.

"Don't worry about it, hit it directly!" Su Che shouted to the subdued ghost.

Hearing this, the ghost in uniform said that the whole ghost was bad, but there was no other way. After all, in its eyes, Su Che was much more terrifying than any red-clothed ghost, so he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, stepped on the gas pedal of the bus, Haunting ghost villagers from a funeral procession, they crash into a giant, eerie shrine that blocks their way.

Compared with the scariness of the red-clothed ghosts, the superiority in numbers does not bring about any change at all. At the beginning, Su Che, who was not a red-clothed ghost, could kill the entire 714 bus with the Butcher Deng knife. The ghost passengers in the car turned on their backs, and the ghost villagers in the funeral procession naturally had nothing to do with the huge and weird shrine blocking their way.

But coupled with the 714 bus that was once a part of the ghost, the threat of collision with the dump truck composed of ghost villagers and the 714 bus has greatly increased. The vertical deep darkness is eroded away by the dump truck of the bus towards the giant and strange shrine.

The giant weird shrine stood in front of it, like a big mouth that would eat people, waiting for the No. 714 bus to take its full load of living passengers to the door to send them to death.

Boom...boom...

Violent collisions ensued.

In a trance, the firefighters in the carriage seemed to see the dilapidated ghost bus and the ghost villagers in the long funeral procession crashing the huge and weird shrine in front of it into an endless road with no end in sight.

Chapter 35 No. [-] Jicheng Street

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard for ordinary people to believe that the 714 bus collided with the huge and weird shrine that looked like it was made up of several thin wooden boards, just like hitting a bridge pier made of reinforced concrete.

Only a loud bang was heard.

The moment the giant weird shrine was hit by the 714 bus and the ghost villagers in the funeral procession into the endless road ghosts, the portraits that were stained with rich blood and should have been in the living rooms of each household fell from the giant shrine. Accompanied by the impact with the 714 Road, it shook violently.

This scene is wicked to the extreme.

An Donglin, who was still in the carriage, subconsciously felt a strong uneasiness in his heart. Before he could react, the endless road with no end in sight was completely blocked by the giant weird shrine. Visible speed fades away.

Outside the car, countless ghosts covered in corpse spots appeared from the portraits hanging from the giant and weird shrine, and at the same time, there were also dark red blood gushing from the giant and weird shrine like a tide, which seemed to be going The No. 714 bus was completely submerged in blood, and the extremely strong muddy smell spread wildly into the compartment through the gaps in the bus doors and windows.

The mixture of the already stale air in the carriage and the stinking muddy smell made people breathless, almost suffocating.

When An Donglin saw the pool of blood under his feet, it spread silently in the car, trying to keep the dark red blood from the huge and strange shrine like a tide out of the car.

Only at this time did the firefighters in the carriage notice An Donglin's gloomy face, a large corpse spot that was no different from the portrait ghost outside the carriage, and his bleeding wound on his chest and abdomen.

"Is this a human or a ghost?" Someone in the carriage immediately shouted in horror.

"What are you yelling at at this hour? Didn't you see those ghosts outside the car trying to drag us out?"

"The front of the car is smashed! The front of the car is smashed! Get back, blood... blood everywhere!"

"Don't squeeze me, I told you not to squeeze this way, didn't you hear me?"

When it was found that the giant and weird shrine in the middle of the road was not smashed by the No. 714 bus, on the contrary, countless portrait ghosts appeared from the hanging portraits and climbed towards the bus, as if to drag the whole bus into it. After the surging dark red blood drowned all the living people in the car, the calm mood of the people in the car suddenly became extremely panicked.