No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Chapter 220 Probably, maybe, maybe...it's a ghost!

The bruised and purple scars on Long Wenhua's neck became more and more obvious, and the color became darker and darker, and he gradually had difficulty breathing.

The room suddenly became quiet, only the sound of Long Wenhua panting and inhaling was left, like a broken blower, and the tearing breathing made the audience in the live broadcast room shudder.

"Brother Long won't really overturn this time and die in the ghost port, right?"

"Is there any audience in Jiangcheng? Hurry up and call the police to save Brother Long!"

"Didn't you just hear Bi Wang say on the phone that the ghost port can only be entered after midnight, what time is it now, the sun is shining in the sky, and there is still half a day left! I think Brother Long, this time it is really going to be over. "

Long Wenhua, who was still chattering just now, has become miserable at this time. The feeling of hypoxia and suffocation fills his brain, and the sound of his heart beating echoes in his mind. A large amount of blood is supplied to the cerebral blood vessels, which makes him have a splitting headache. .

"I really believed your nonsense, save...help me!" Long Wenhu said with difficulty.

'I'm just a dead man, isn't your request a bit too embarrassing for me? '

The blood on the screen of the mobile phone made Long Wenhua's seven orifices smoke with anger. Fortunately, the next line of blood calmed down his cerebral blood vessels that were on the verge of bursting.

'Actually, all you have to do is climb up to the beam and untie the straw rope, and the hanged ghost can't hang the southeast branch by itself, and it will be useless. '

"Trust you one last time."

Long Wenhua was dizzy and jumped with the last ray of hope. He held back the fear in his heart and grabbed the rope of dripping grass hanging from the beam of the house, then turned over and climbed up the beam.

A series of movements are smooth and flowing, done in one go, it can be seen that Long Wenhua's strong and strong body is not what it looks like.

Gripping the blood-dripping grass rope tightly, the cold feeling soaked into the bone marrow, as if in a freezer, the palms that were in direct contact with the blood-dripping grass rope became extremely stiff, each pull was more than a thousand pounds, and it took Long Wenhua's whole body It takes a lot of strength to drag a small section of the blood-stained grass rope net.

The feeling of lack of oxygen in the brain became more and more intense, and hallucinations even appeared in front of his eyes. The hideous and distorted face of the hanged ghost seemed to be stuck in front of his eyes, and he smiled viciously. He's all over his face.

At the juncture of life and death, Long Wenhua's ruthlessness was forced out. Regardless of the horror of the hanged ghost, he pulled the blood dripping grass rope hanging around its neck, and Long Wenhua directly pulled it to the beam of the house.

At this moment, the strong sense of hypoxia dissipated completely in an instant, and the terrifying hanged ghost disappeared at some point. Long Wenhua shuddered.

The aftertaste of the intense hypoxia hadn't completely dissipated just now. Long Wenhua panted half-lying on the beam, the blood gathered in the cerebral vessels quickly dissipated, and the state of dizziness gradually eased.

It was only when Long Wenhua's muddy mind began to become clear. Touching the empty old grass rope stained with mottled blood, he was constantly intertwined with fear and excitement, "Where's the hanged ghost?"

Blood appeared on the phone screen again.

'It tried to kill you but failed, and was crushed by your backhand. '

"?" A doubt flashed in Long Wenhua's mind, "Shouldn't I just pull the grass rope it was hanging on to the beam, and it would just be killed by me? Nonsense!"

'When ghosts kill people, they often reveal fatal flaws. As the name suggests, a hanged ghost is a ghost that hangs to death. Its method of killing is nothing more than hanging people to death and repeating the pain you have suffered. The rope is untied, is this still a fart?It's gone naturally. '

A whole line of blood words appeared on the screen of the phone one after another, and then it added a few more words.

'Only for resentful souls. '

"Then if I connect the rope to hang it again, will it reappear?" Long Wenhua asked.

'You can try......'

Long Wenhua didn't know the origin of the ghost named Mr. Chen that appeared in his mobile phone. Although the ghost spoke half-truths and half-truths, he was alone in the ghost port. In order to save his life, he could only choose to believe in this ghost. only ghost.

After all...Su Che has no reason to harm him...

However, he became wary of the ghost in the phone. Even if Su Che had no intention of harming him, there was no guarantee that this ghost would play him half dead. He didn't want to have the experience of suffocation and near-death just now.

The picture of Long Wenhua escaping from the hanged ghost and realizing the anti-killing was fully displayed on the live broadcast screen, and the shuddering audience in the live broadcast room just now finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that Brother Long's half-month fishing career has not been in vain, and he has learned a lot from following the king."

"The hanged ghost on the beam just now wanted to strangle Brother Long, but Brother Long pulled the straw rope it was hanged on and strangled him to death with his backhand. He successfully reversed the killing. This operation is absolutely perfect!"

"So far, according to my own statistics, there are three ways to deal with the hanged ghost. 1. Find a good quality neck guard to protect the neck; 2. Learn from the absurd five dragons to exercise the neck muscles. 3. Are you going to hang me? I’ll remove all the ropes you use to hang yourself, and see what you do! If you love me, I will not be responsible for any accidents.”

"There are people counting this thing? Sand sculpture netizens are really outside of sand sculptures, and they can't do anything..."

Removed the old blood-stained straw rope from the beam. Long Wenhua, who had watched Su Che's video, knew something about supernatural events, especially when Su Che cut off Li Zhiwen's ghostly hand and held it in the Tengda Building. The heroic posture of killing Sifang made Long Wenhua yearn for it.

Although the hanging rope left by the hanged ghost is not as strong as Li Zhiwen's ghostly hands, it is still enough just in case. He has to stay in the ghost port until early in the morning to wait for the rescue, so every thing has to be used stand up.

Su Che, who was watching Long Wenhua's live broadcast, switched the memo, recorded his new discovery just now, and then said to Long Wenhua through the old-fashioned functional phone, "There is an old man surnamed Wei in a wooden house near the ghost port Linjiang, I'll tell you the route to get there, and if you play it by ear, go find it and say that someone from Su introduced you to it."

After telling Long Wenhua the route to the wooden house where Uncle Wei was hiding, Su Che continued, "Xiaolong, don't listen to the audience in the live broadcast room, you are not the opponent of the old woman who was chased by ghosts in the ghost port. Let her go, and trouble her after we enter the ghost port!"

Seeing the tragic situation of Granny Meng in the live broadcast, Su Che can be sure that when he left the port of ghosts, the person hit by the 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost was undoubtedly Granny Meng.

As the saying goes, when people are unlucky, they will get stuffed between their teeth when they drink cold water, and they will be cursed by the blood-stained bone-cutting knife with an unknown name. Granny Meng is so unlucky.

First hit by the subdued ghost driving the No. 714 bus and unable to take care of herself, and then chased and killed by Su Che's alarmed ghost port, Granny Meng's name has already been synonymous with the unlucky egg at this time.

Seeing Granny Meng's miserable appearance, Su Che couldn't help laughing, and at the same time felt troubled by the curse of the blood-stained bone-cutting knife.

This thing is a double-edged sword, and if you use it improperly, you will hurt yourself.

Su Che thought over and over again, how could Granny Meng enjoy this weird thing only?Everyone in the cult organization should take turns to come here. The whole family should be neat and tidy, and never fail!

"Brother..." Long Wenhua hesitated to speak, he thought for a while before making up his mind to ask, "This Uncle Wei you are talking about, is he a human or a ghost?"

"Maybe, maybe, maybe...it's a ghost!"

Chapter 220 Re-entering the Ghost Harbor

Long Wenhua managed to escape from the attack of the hanged ghost, but Granny Meng didn't have such good luck. On the contrary, Granny Meng's misfortune had just begun.

"What the hell did that brat do in Guigang?" Granny Meng's mind was full of doubts. It wasn't the first time she came in Guigang. Reduce the presence of Yangping Ghost Port.

On the surface, Yangping Ancient Town, a well-known tourist attraction in Jiangcheng, is still bustling with tourists. Even when Dongjiang Guoan settled in Yangping Ancient Town many years ago to investigate the disappearance of the Jianghai 422 cruise ship, the secrets of Yangping Ghost Harbor were not revealed.

She never expected that Guigang would undergo drastic changes because of Su Che on the 714 ghost bus. Isn't there a red-clothed ghost beside him?There are too many red clothes in Yangping ghost town, blood shadow in ghost port...Jianghai No. 422 cruise ship...no matter who is not an ordinary red dress, why let Su Che do it in ghost port Wind and rain?

This is not reasonable!

Granny Meng was very disdainful of the two female ghosts beside Su Che. The female ghost wearing the blood-stained high-heeled shoes was nothing more than an ordinary ghost, and the resentment on her body was so weak that it could barely be regarded as a ghost. The female ghost was wearing a black skirt and holding a long-handled umbrella. Granny Meng could smell the red clothes from her body. Although she didn't know why the clothes on her body were not red, Granny Meng had already treated it as a red dress.

Aside from the ghost in the traffic police uniform driving the No. 714 bus, the ghost beside Su Che who could pose a threat to him is the female ghost in the black dress with the umbrella.

At this point in her thoughts, Granny Meng suddenly had a terrible idea in her heart, "Could it be that that brat is comparable to the red-clothed boy?"

"Impossible! This is impossible. He is just an ordinary person. He neither controls ghosts nor entangles weird objects. Especially the blood-stained long knife of the evil sect has been used by him against me. Why should he Can it run unimpeded in Ghost Harbor?" Granny Meng hurriedly shook her head to dispel the terrifying thoughts in her mind.

It's not like she hasn't seen someone more terrifying than Su Che. Four years ago, a lunatic named Gaota in the Tarot Club attacked a transport vehicle transported by Dongjiang Guoan to escort ghosts in Dongjiang's Minqing City, and brutally killed Dongjiang who was accompanying him. National security members also took away the ghost doll named Hanako.

Just as they were about to evacuate Dongjiang to commit crimes in another place, the revenge was more intense than imagined. Dongjiang Guoan cooperated with the armed police special service team of the neighboring Handong Province to launch a retaliation operation, and confirmed that the attacker of the transport vehicle was the first man of the lunatic code-named Gaota. In two days, he was blocked in the mountainous area at the junction of Dongjiang Province and Handong Province, where he was beaten to death.

This was the first and last time that Granny Meng saw the young man surnamed Chu. The ghost on his body made Granny Meng sleepless. When she thought of what she saw back then, she felt horrified.

After crushing the lunatic code-named Gaota to ashes, Dongjiang Guoan's revenge did not stop. It almost uprooted the Tarot Society in Dongjiang. The core members died before stopping their crazy revenge.

Granny Meng, a peripheral member of the Tarot Society, had been hiding in Jiangcheng for many years. When she heard the news that the core member of the Tarot Society had died in Dongjiang, she almost had a heart attack and died of fright.

By mistake, she escaped Dongjiang Guoan's retaliatory attack, but Granny Meng never dared to show her face again. For several years, she came out day and night, relying on bribing thieves and ghosts to steal corpses from Jiangcheng funeral parlors, feeding them with bred ghost faces, and waiting to block the river. The day of the eerie revival of the horror under the bridge.

Until the hermit who was rumored to have been dead for four years came to the door, and then the grimaces I had cultivated so hard were all blown up with detonators by a fisherman who killed a thousand knives. Granny Meng, who had ruined the layout for many years, found that she had not only lost everything. , was also cursed by a strange long knife, and could be hacked to death by the blood-stained long knife at any time.

She had just left from Jiangcheng overnight and came to Yangping Ghost Harbor, where she was going to take the cruise ship Jianghai 422 to Nanhe County, the current stronghold of the Tarot Club in Dongjiang Province.

Trying to unravel the curse of this blood-stained long knife.

However, Granny Meng's plan has gradually deviated from the target from the very beginning. She drew the blood-stained bone-cutting knife from her back, and Granny Meng lifted the pale grimace covering the blade, "Damn brat, since I saw you From the very first side, old woman, I was going against my luck, not only the layout of many years was ruined, why did you drive over and hit me when I left Jiangcheng and fled to the ghost port of Yangping, hate, hate me!"

The floating human skin ghost is holding a dark green candle, and the cold candle shines on the hole in the shroud that was cut by a blood-stained bone cutter. The old and dry skin seems to be gouged out, and the bloody handprints are all over the street. , Climbing up to Granny Meng from all directions, strange and terrifying shouts kept ringing in Granny Meng's ears, whispering her name in a low voice, as if she wanted to keep her in Ghost Harbor forever.

A continuous black shadow has been following Granny Meng, staring at Granny Meng's flickering shadow from time to time with a chilly gaze, dreaming of doves occupying the magpie's nest, occupying this old body to escape from the ghost port.

The intermittent sound of footsteps at that time was a lingering nightmare for Granny Meng. Whenever the sound of footsteps pierced her eardrums, Granny Meng's already ugly face became even more distorted.

ghost......

There are ghosts everywhere...

All the ghosts in Yangping Ghost Harbor went out to chase and kill Granny Meng.

The instigator of all this, Su Che, is observing with great interest Granny Meng who is running for her life in a ghost port. As a party involved in a supernatural event, the ghost is often killed the moment the ghost appears, and it is difficult to observe what happened to the deceased before she died. what.

Since Long Wenhua was attacked by the hanged ghost just now, and then Granny Meng was hunted down indiscriminately by the ghosts, Su Che observed from the perspective of a third party and gradually discovered a lot.

In the memo, he recorded the phenomena and conclusions he observed, and Su Che was very satisfied with encrypting and saving these few memos.

Sitting around Long Wenhua's room, watching Long Wenhua's Yangping Ghost Harbor Adventure through the live broadcast room, the time passed quickly, and it was midnight in the blink of an eye.

In the early hours of the morning, Su Che took out the wet ticket from his backpack and distributed it to everyone in the Guild Talk Association, "Everyone, the wonderful nightlife has begun, and the three-day and two-night trip to Yangping Ghost Harbor is about to start. Everyone, get ready No?"

"I miss Qingshan Mental Hospital very much now, President, can I go back early?" Mr. J said to Su Che very seriously, and when the word "ghost port" was mentioned, he felt extremely uneasy and moved from the heart Mr. J, a severely mentally ill patient, thinks it is very dangerous to enter the ghost port.

After listening to Mr. J's speech, Su Che smiled, "Don't worry, there will be a chance. Next time I will go to Qingshan Mental Hospital with you. As for now...Ghost Harbor Ghost Harbor Ghost Harbor Ghost Harbor Ghost Hong Kong Ghost Harbor..."

As Su Che repeated the term "ghost port" several times, the doors and windows of Long Wenhua's room had already been closed, but there was a gust of wind blowing from nowhere.

Ghost Harbor has arrived.

Chapter 220 My Lord, Times Have Changed!

The room was very clean, and the only hanged ghost had already been killed by Long Wenhua during the day, otherwise it would have seen the Fantastic Sky Group of the Ghost Story Association appearing in the room at this time, and might have escaped from the ghost port overnight carrying the beams on its shoulders.

"You guys go meet Long Wenhua at the wooden house near the river, and I'll go meet Granny Meng." Su Che walked out of the room first with his backpack on his back, and disappeared down the dark stairway.

Everyone in the Guild of Ghost Story looked at each other in blank dismay. This was the second time they had been abandoned by Su Che in Yangping, so it would be embarrassing, okay?

"President, he is getting more and more outrageous, and he doesn't even look down on us! Could it be that we are all good-for-nothings?" Fatty Qian made another habit of breaking his mouth, muttering non-stop.

Mr. H sighed, "Don't you just realize the fact that you are a waste now? You eat more than anyone else. Keeping you alive will only make food more expensive!"

"Is it because you are uncomfortable fishing, or is it not comfortable enough for paddling? Can't you stop talking about the temptation to raise the salary of all the staff after returning from Yangping Ghost Port?" Kuang Cheng looked up at the place where the hanged ghost appeared, and there were still The obvious shoe prints and traces left by the shaking of the straw rope showed that the footage of them watching Long Wenhua's live broadcast during the day was not fake.

Hearing Kuang Cheng talking about the salary increase, Mr. H's face became ugly. Ever since Su Che became the president of the Ghost Story Association, the small treasury it secretly hid has become Su Che's property, including the one left by Han Jinlin before his death. The manuscript fee, as well as the sponsorship from the strange talk radio station in the past, have saved a lot, but now Su Che came to catch them all.

The money for the salary increase all came from Mr. H's small coffers, how could he look good.

"Mr. H, your complexion is a little off. Is it alright?" Kuang Cheng keenly noticed the change in Mr. H's face. To them, Mr. H was the most mysterious member of the Guild of Ghost Story. Before Su Che joined the Guild of Strange Story, It has been firmly controlling the trend of the Guitan Association, whether it is the creation of the Guitan Radio Station, or the Guitan World Quest on the third Sunday of each month, all come from it.

Kuang Chengcheng had suspected more than once that Mr. H, who claimed to be the vice president of the Guidan Association, might be the actual controller of the Guidan Association. This suspicion was not gradually dispelled until Su Che appeared and broke through the Guidan World to become the chairman.

Mr. H grinned awkwardly, showing a smile uglier than crying, "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, just listen to what the president says."

"Don't dawdle, let's go to the wooden house in Linjiang to find Brother Long!" Xiao Tiantian couldn't wait to speak, and retracted the camera Long Wenhua left earlier from the window sill. The enthusiasm of the audience in the live broadcast room.

"I'm sure that the tank that appeared in the camera just now is definitely Sweetie from the Ghost Story Association!"