No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

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A gust of dark wind approached Su Che from behind.

The crowded backpack exploded in an instant, and Su Che's blood-stained high-heeled shoes wrapped in plastic wrap, Qiu Lan's diary, and even the tombstone struck by lightning all shook.

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The oncoming wind peeled off the plastic wrap on the blood-stained high-heeled shoes, and Huang Xiaoying, who had a gloomy face and an expressionless face, stood upright behind Su Che, and the blood-colored bow inlaid on the blood-stained high-heeled shoes swayed in the wind.

In the empty mountain, there are a few plainly dressed villagers of Gujing Village with malicious faces. Their heels are high off the ground, and only a little bit of their toes are touching the ground. If you don't look carefully, you may even feel that they are is suspended in the air.

With a sinister smile on their faces, they stared at the living people who broke into the ditch of the dead with malicious eyes, but in the next second, they were stunned.

The tombstone engraved with "Tomb of the Unknown Man" radiated astonishing heat, and the billowing heat waves gushed out from the tombstone. The faces of the ghostly villagers of Gujing Village changed drastically in an instant, as if they saw a rising sun.

In the humid and cold dead man's ditch, it was as warm as spring in an instant.

Huang Xiaoying, who stood upright behind Su Che, couldn't bear the heat released by the tombstone, and disappeared in an instant. The blood-stained high-heeled shoes took the initiative to wrap the plastic wrap stripped by the wind, and silently moved away from the lightning-struck wooden tombstone inserted obliquely in the backpack. In the corner, trembling slightly with Qiu Lan's diary.

And that gust of wind that hit, didn't even have a trace of struggle, the heat wave that was simply struck by the wooden tombstone that was struck by lightning evaporated instantly.

Su Che pulled out the lightning strike wood tombstone, felt the surging heat emanating from it, and took the lead to rush into the ditch of the dead.

"Why are you running? I, Su, are very talkative. If you have any opinions, please talk face to face. I promise not to take the initiative!"

Inserting the 'Tomb of the Nameless Man' in the center of the dead man's ditch, Su Che looked around and saw that the fleeing villagers of Gujing Village desperately dug out the mud pit with their hands, trying to bury themselves in the mud.

Su Che rushed straight over, grabbed a villager from Gujing Village by the collar, and dragged him towards the lightning-strike wooden tombstone. The closer he got to the lightning-strike wooden tombstone, the more intense his struggle was.

Su Che pressed his whole body on the lightning wooden tombstone, with pillars of cold sweat visible to the naked eye, and green smoke curling up. He glanced around the small tomb that could not be seen, "With all due respect, everyone here is rubbish. Stand up and talk to me!"

No ghost dared to look at Su Che. He stepped on the upper body of the villagers of Gujing Village, held the lightning strike wooden tombstone inserted into the soil, and stared at him, "Who else? I'll ask who else!"

After struggling for a while, the villager of Gujing Village, who was drenched in cold sweat as if he had been fished out of water, gasped weakly, "Ghost! The ghost is coming, everyone run away!"

With a blurred vision, he saw Su Che holding his collar, his eyes turned black, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Before he finished speaking, a strong sense of dizziness hit him, swallowing his consciousness.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come over and help the people in your village?" Su Che looked at the people who were still in a state of stupidity, and shouted loudly.

"Come here, come right away!"

They had never seen such a vigorous young man like Su Che. Before entering the ditch of the dead, these terrifying ghosts scattered like birds and beasts. They didn't even have the courage to look directly at Su Che, and rushed to escape.

Are you the ghost in the legend?

The villagers of Gujing Village who were possessed by ghosts seemed to be crazy, digging the soil with their hands desperately, even if the blood was dripping, they didn't stop, they just wanted to escape the roiling heat wave emitted by the lightning strike on the wooden tombstone.

There are also a few crazy herb pickers who want to rush out of the dead man's ditch, but when they step out of the boundary marker with wooden stakes, an invisible force acts on them, and their feet seem to be nailed to the ground. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn't move forward even half a step.

"Earth binding spirit?" Su Che looked at the herbal pickers who were struggling wildly. He turned around and dragged two ghostly villagers from Gujing Village, one by one, and pressed them against the thunderbolt wooden tombstone. One of them bared his teeth. Biting towards Su Che, the big black dog following Su Che was the first to attack, biting viciously towards his buttocks.

"Oh shit, who the hell bit me!" The face of the villager in Gujing Village was blood red, and his shrill screams spread throughout the Dead Man's Ditch. A hazy ghost appeared behind him, and slid into a small dirt bag not far away. .

Everyone gasped, and Chen Da muttered to himself, "Is this because you have a lot of experience in exterminating ghosts?"

Su Che's behavior like catching chickens made the other people who followed him into the mountains to find people no longer fearful. A villager from Gujing Village who was possessed and a herb picker from a neighboring village fainted to the ground.

After working for more than half an hour, everyone was so tired that they couldn't straighten their backs. Su Che was also sweating profusely, and finally rescued all the people he could find.

When the sun was three poles high, Su Che wiped off the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, looked at the faint sunlight outside the canopy of the dead man ditch, "Have you found anyone?"

"They're all here, the herbal pickers from the neighboring villages and the young men from our village who went to the mountains to find people are all here!" Chen Da answered Su Che, gasping for breath.

Not long after, the villagers of Gujing Village, who had been possessed by ghosts before, woke up leisurely. Su Che looked at the sun hanging high in the sky, "Big guy, try harder. Let's cut down all the trees that shade the sun and let the sun shine into the ditch of the dead." , and then dig the graves and bones, and burn all these bandits and ghosts!"

Everyone nodded, and after resting for a while, they started to clear the dense trees that blocked the sunlight over the dead man's ditch with their long knives for chopping wood.

boom!

boom!

boom!

As the trees fell one by one, the small graves in the ditch of the dead vibrated uncomfortably, the soil of the graves cracked, revealing the terrifying white skeletons, and the heat wave from the lightning-struck wooden tombstones continued to spread, and those small graves vibrated uneasy Bao gradually became silent.

The scorching and dazzling sunlight slowly shone into the Dead Man's Ditch, and the dark soil of the Dead Man's Ditch, which was illuminated by the sun for the first time in decades, made a scorching sound. The environment is swept away.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the noon sun is getting hotter, and there are endless howls of ghosts and wolves in the dead man's ditch.

Su Che looked coldly at the small graves that were howling like ghosts and wolves, and said seriously, "Get ready to dig the grave!"

Digging graves, especially in the dead man's ditch, which is seriously haunted, can only be done in the middle of the day, because sooner or later something will happen.

The villagers living in the villages near the Dead Man's Ditch are deeply afraid of the Dead Man's Ditch. When this fear is replaced by anger, there is almost no need for Su Che to actively urge those villagers who are waking up to join the grave-digging army.

A total of fifty-one corpses with bullet holes were excavated in the entire Dead Man's Valley. The villagers piled them up and exposed them in the sun.

Ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and the wind was blowing. Those bandits and ghosts with distorted and hideous faces let out an unwilling roar, but they had nothing to do under the scorching sun, so they could only be helpless and furious.

The dry firewood that had been prepared was ignited, and the blazing flames rose up, engulfing the corpses of the fifty-one bandits, adding more firewood until all the corpses were burned to ashes on the ground.

The terrifying atmosphere that enveloped the ditch of the dead slowly dissipated.

Su Che kicked the big black dog, "Still in a daze? Go eat barbecue!"

The big black dog looked at Su Che in a ignorant manner, and the big dog's eyes flashed with ignorance, as if to say, "Is this thing edible?"

After kicking it again, the big black dog ran over reluctantly, gnawing ashes all over the ground, with tears in its eyes.

Don't ask why, but the ashes are too hot and burn your tongue.

[Ordinary-level task: Overnight in the lonely grave, complete! 】

[Reward Distribution: Endurance Specialization (It’s not just as simple as allowing you to eat two more bowls of rice than others)]

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Li Cheng opened the Lingyi forum after nightfall as usual, and very skillfully found the 'Nobody knows Lingyi No. 2 better than me' user he was following, and clicked to view the user's recent posting history.

The pop-up window of 'there is no information about this user' appeared in his eyes.

Good guy, the third vest of King Bi was blocked again, and the disappointed expression on Li Chen's face was palpable, "If I don't watch King Bi abuse ghosts for a day, I feel like ants crawling all over my body, it's so uncomfortable!"

Since the last update of the three videos was harmonized, it has been three whole days since the king had not updated the video, which made Li Chenghao very disappointed.

In desperation, he continued to browse the forum to find some interesting supernatural stories as spiritual food for tonight. Soon, a highly praised post caught his attention.

Click in.

"You may not believe me when I say it, but I may have met a ghost. The old buddies on the forum can give me detailed information on whether I should run away with a bucket or not.

My name is Zhao Yue, and I am currently working with the project department to build a bridge pier for a highway in Wang County, [-] kilometers west of Shuangqing City, the capital of Dongjiang Province.

But what happened last night made me still have lingering fears, and I dare not go to sleep after turning off the lights.

I still remember that it was around one o'clock the night before yesterday, and it was raining lightly and the weather was very cold. The construction team rushed to work overnight, and I was in charge of supervision. A lonely wild dog.

The surroundings of the construction site were deserted, and there was no one there.

I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to find something to burn. There were rumors on the construction site that this area was a cemetery for the surrounding residents before the construction of the expressway, and many dead people were buried.

Just when my mind was full of wild thoughts, a very old-fashioned old man who looked like he was dressed in the [-]s and [-]s came from outside the construction site. He asked me for directions dryly.

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

The voice was very hoarse, I don't know why, I felt that the old man was colder than the rainy weather, approaching him was like standing next to ice.

Just as I was about to answer, the foreman of the construction team came over and offered me cigarettes and hot water to warm me up. I was about to ask the foreman where Majia Lane was and then show him the way, but when I turned my head, The old man disappeared.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it. After all, there are people coming and going near the construction site, and it is common for people to come to ask for directions occasionally.

But last night, when I was sleeping in the dormitory of the plank room, the old man suddenly appeared by the window outside my dormitory. He knocked on the window and continued to ask me, "How do I get to Majiaxiang?"

I fell into a drowsy sleep, "How do I know how to get to Majia Lane? What are you going to do in Majia Lane, can't you ask other people?"

As a result, what he said next directly woke me up, "Hungry Ghost Festival is coming soon, and the neighbors who live nearby have all moved out. I want to go to Majiaxiang to find my daughter and ask her when she will leave me. Also move to live in a lively place, the neighborhood is too deserted..."

After saying this, he disappeared again. I thought about it carefully, because the highway was going to be built, and the cemetery near the construction site had already started to relocate the graves. The old man said he lived here, so he must be a ghost!

Nine out of ten times I was entangled by him, and everyone asked if I should just run away with a bucket from the construction site today? "

At the end of the post, there is a blurry photo, taken from the dormitory, there is an old man in simple clothes by the window, he is looking inside blankly, without any expression on his face, and there is a dead silence.

Li Cheng was amazed, "It's true that it's not long before the Ghost Festival, but I didn't expect ghosts to be afraid of loneliness!"

He continued to scroll down, most of which were comments from sand sculpture netizens.

"Brother Civil Engineering? Is the reason why Brother Civil Engineering runs away with a bucket these days so fresh and refined?"

"Run with a bucket.jpg"

"Don't be afraid, the host, maybe it's just chatting with you. It's not easy to be a ghost these days, and you often suffer from unknown persecution. @己王, I'm talking about you!"

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen Brother Long and King Bi for several days. I miss them. I don't know if they ate or not, if they slept well, and where they are madly persecuting female ghosts."

There is too much useless information, Li Cheng frowned subconsciously, clicked to see only the poster, the page was refreshed immediately, the posting of the poster seemed to become extremely flustered, uploading a piece of content every [-] to [-] minutes, and there were a lot of typos .

"Damn it, he found me again!"

"It's over, it's over, it's over, I reported it to the leader of the construction site, they adjusted the surveillance, and they didn't see the old man I mentioned at all. I've encountered a ghost [-]%, brothers, what should I do?"

"I, I showed him the way to Majiaxiang..."

"My chest is so uncomfortable. I seem to have a cold. My head is very hot and I have difficulty breathing. Brother, should I go to the hospital?"

The content came to an abrupt end. The last post was two hours ago. Li Cheng pressed F5 to refresh the page, and this post disappeared from the forum abruptly.

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Jiangcheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital, Anorectal Ward.

Long Wenhua woke up leisurely. After leaving Anzhen Hospital, he was admitted overnight to the Anorectal Department of Jiangcheng Medical University Affiliated Hospital. full.

Long Wenhua could only squeeze into the bed in the aisle, covering his bleeding buttocks with tears in his eyes. Fortunately, after a few days of recuperation, the sick part recovered well, and the second-degree wound in Anzhen Hospital healed .

That night, he was lying on the hospital bed, looking at the bright ceiling in a trance.

Suddenly, the bright lights on the ceiling flickered a few times.

A graceful girl in a hospital gown passed by him on crutches. Her long hair covered her shoulders and covered her face, so she couldn't see her face clearly. However, Long Wenhua could vaguely smell a faint scent of perfume, but this perfume There is also a vague smell in the smell, which seems to be formalin.

Long Wenhua tilted his head and looked at this graceful girl from the corner of his eye, feeling a burst of emotion in his heart, "Having hemorrhoids at such a young age is so pitiful."

Stopping abruptly, her long hair in the shawl moved slowly, a bloodless face was covered by the long hair, and Long Wenhua's face was reflected in the dark pupils that occupied the entire eye sockets.