No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Didn't Zhou Tong run into a ghost on Yulin Road a few days ago, and he's still lying half dead in the dormitory?" He shook his head, frowned and looked at Su Che's back pulling Kuang Cheng away, "He... Who is it?"

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Renmin South Road, which is not illuminated by street lights, can't be seen. The air is filled with the stench of rotting dead animals and the strong smell of formalin. The trees on both sides of the street are rustled by the cold wind, and the piercing cold air blows from all directions. Come.

The strange woman was completely panicked, she didn't know what the man who took away the Queen's Seat Tarot card from her hand, or what those strange people around him did to her, the two ghosts who left the money for their lives It seemed to have disappeared without any movement.

The same is true for the weird white shadow possessed by her who was forcibly fed by her. In addition to the stolen ghost doll Hanako, she is now a fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered.

Of course, there is also the blood-stained bone-chopping knife on her back.

To be honest, it's not that she hasn't thought about this, but whenever she wants to pull out the blood-stained bone-chopping knife behind her back, the throbbing brought by the ominous premonition deep in her heart will always make her stop what she is doing.

"Senior sister, do you know how to get to Anping Bridge?"

The man in blue cloth lifted his deathly stiff head from the corner of the road, his half-smile expression remained unchanged.

The strange woman knew very well that she couldn't talk to ghosts casually. Once the ghost's killing conditions were triggered, she would die tragically on the spot as a fish on the chopping board.

Ignoring the man in blue cloth, she walked in the dark along Renmin South Road.

Suddenly, a dry and old face emerged from the darkness. It squirmed on the ground with its hunched body, making the sound of some sharp objects scraping on the road.

"Grandma Meng?" The strange woman recognized the withered and old face emerging from the darkness with just one glance, "Aren't you dead? Why are you here?"

Granny Meng, who was squirming on the ground with her hunched body, did not answer her question. The noise of sharp objects scraping on the side of the road became louder, and a man in blue cloth was standing beside her at some point.

"Senior sister, do you know how to get to Anping Bridge?"

The man's face with a smile but not a smile appeared in her sight together with Granny Meng's withered and old face. When Granny Meng crawled out of the darkness completely, she suddenly saw the blood-stained bone-cutting knife on her back. The knife was carved out of the same mold. The blood-stained long knife pierced into Granny Meng's chest diagonally from behind, and the expression on Granny Meng's face was frozen with hatred and pain.

"How many people did he kill Tarot Club? Damn, this is another lunatic like a hermit!" The strange woman's horror experience obviously did not stop.

After being cut out of the heart by the female ghost in red, and almost split in half by the blood-stained bone-chopping knife, the hanged man limped out of the darkness with both hands, his upside-down feet fell weakly to the sides, and his ribs Blood was dripping from the stuck blood-stained long knife all over the floor.

Not only Granny Meng and the Hanged Man, but also the former nine-generation masters who were killed by the blood-stained bone-slicing knife stepped out of the darkness one after another, surrounding strange women.

The ominous aura emanating from the blood-stained bone-cutting knife behind her back has become extremely strong, and the uneasiness and throbbing in her heart make the expression on her face more ferocious, and the corner of her grinning mouth is almost torn. Sweet blood flowed into her mouth from the corner of her split mouth, staining her teeth and gums red.

The master-killing curse from the blood-stained bone-slashing knife was almost on the verge of triggering. Including the blood-stained bone-stained knife on her back, a total of twelve blood-stained bone-slashing knives buzzed in unison, even shaking the questioner in blue cloth. The road ghost turned around and left in fright.

The sharp blade pierced through the flesh, and twelve blood-stained bone-cutting knives nailed her to the ground, and the warm blood covered the ground bit by bit.

Her vision became blurred little by little, maybe it was her illusion, she seemed to see the young man who claimed to be the Hanged Man standing in front of her with the strange man covered in black hair, looking down at her condescendingly.

"I..." There was burning pain in the lungs pierced by the blood-stained bone-chopping knife, and every breath brought intense pain, and she sprayed blood-stained foam from the corner of her mouth.

After struggling for a long time, she said the following words in pain, "They will not let you go, you and the hermit must die!"

puff.

Blood spurted wildly like a flashback, and the strange woman fell headlong to the ground, moaning and whining for a long time, and gradually lost her voice.

Soon, a strange woman whose body was pierced with twelve bloody holes and dripping blood appeared strangely in the darkness. It stared at Su Che expressionlessly, and then followed the Hanged Man, Granny Meng and others. Behind the master of the nine-generation blood-stained bone-cutting knife, gradually walked into darkness.

bang.

The blood-stained bone-chopping knife on the strange woman's back suddenly fell to the ground, heavy and full of weight.

Kuang Cheng couldn't help but shuddered, he was terrified of this terrifying ominous blade, "This knife is too evil, if you touch it, you will die, it's terrible!"

"Who says it's not?" Su Che looked at the strange woman's bloody corpse, "This is also a revenge for Uncle Qu!"

The two ghosts who left the strange woman with money for her life were stripped from her body by the black book the moment Su Che took her into the black book, and merged into the world of strange stories about money for her life. And the weird white shadow under her control was easily torn apart by the blood-stained bone-chopping knife.

The strange story of buying life money was supplemented after the death of the strange woman, densely packed handwriting appeared on the yellowed paper, and Su Che learned that this strange woman was called Yang Yun, but it was a pity that only the city that bought life money was recorded on the yellowed paper Strange talk, there is no news about the Tarot Club at all.

After briefly reading the urban ghost stories about buying life money, Su Che couldn't help sighing, "Poor people must have something to hate. After being entangled in life-buying money, they use the lives of innocent people to prolong their own survival time. But the blood on her hands after she joined the Tarot Club is just like the Hanged Man, a murderous lunatic."

After the twelfth-generation master who was murdered by the blood-stained bone-slicing knife disappeared completely, Han Jinlin, who fell into madness, arrived belatedly. The corpse fluid oozed from the stripped flesh fell to the ground, and Su Che disappeared without a trace. Get out of the way and show Han Jinlin the bloody corpse on the ground.

"Little brother, you are a bit late, but it doesn't matter, you will become stronger if you kill it, go!"

Chapter 320 Three I Allow You to Run 39 Meters First!

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

If Han Jinlin had seen the bloody corpse that Su Che was pointing at and the blood-stained bone-slicing knife exuding a strong ominous aura beside the corpse before he fell into madness, he would definitely have hissed and shouted like this.

But now he has been completely rationalized by the evil thoughts and tyranny gushing from the depths of his heart. As the most terrifying ghost story in the black book, his instinct drives him to kill the living people who are deeply involved in each ghost story.

Su Che and Kuang Cheng, who appeared in his line of sight one after another, became his first choice without any surprise.

In the ghost talk about the old corpse in the mountain village, Su Che pierced his forehead with a chainsaw, and sprayed the mucus mixed with brain plasma and blood stains. The body became more and more decomposed, and the stench emitted even suppressed the rotting monster of animal corpses on Renmin South Road. Taste and formalin smell.

His figure gradually disappeared.

The man in blue cloth who was frightened by the blood-stained bone-cutting knife before turned around and walked away again appeared from the darkness, with traces of blood dripping from his shattered pupils, and a strange smile appeared on his stiff face, "Brother, do you know Anpingqiao?" how to go?"

"Junior brother, do you know where the dead end is going?" The blade of the pig-killing knife flickered a gleam of cold water on the dark Renmin South Road. Hearing this voice seemed to make the soul tremble, the man in the blue cloth immediately froze. Scared out of my wits.

If there is anything wrong with me, God will naturally punish me. You evil star comes to trouble me every day and every day. Is there any justice in the end?

Ghosts never live!

As if seeing something more terrifying than the blood-stained bone-cutting knife, the man in the blue cloth turned around and ran away, but it was too late, the pig-killing knife in Su Che's hand ruthlessly cut the man in the blue cloth into pieces. two paragraphs.

The man in the blue cloth clothes was lifeless, and his face with a strange smile changed suddenly, replaced by Han Jinlin's face, and the dense malice and undisguised tyranny swept towards Su Che and Kuang Cheng.

At this moment, the butcher's knife in Su Che's hand disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared in Han Jinlin's hand. The body of the man in blue cloth who was cut into two by Su Che with the butcher's knife was glued together again. The butcher's knife of the light red mist walked slowly towards Su Che and Kuang Cheng.

The offensive and defensive momentum was reversed instantly.

Kuang Cheng's black-haired face immediately turned pale. He had personally experienced the horror of the pig-killing knife in Su Che's hand. Under this terrifying pig-killing knife, how many corpse kings in Tenteng Town would hate him on the spot.

"President, this ghost is so evil, why did your butcher's knife get into its hands somehow?" Kuang Cheng asked in a trembling voice.

Su Che said in his heart, "This whole ghost story world is the product of Han Jinlin becoming a ghost after his death. Using the product of the ghost story world to attack Han Jinlin, isn't this a gift?"

But Su Che said something else, "Old K, I don't know if you've heard a word before?"

"What are you talking about?" Kuang Cheng felt a chill go down the back of his head, the situation had become so critical, he didn't expect Su Che to have the leisure to ask him questions.

Su Che took out the black book, and along with the thoughts floating in Su Che's mind, words quickly appeared on the yellowed paper of the black book.

'The 40th Eight: [-] Meter Long Knife'

The urban ghost story fabricated by Su Che was written on the yellowed paper. A black mist filled the air. Su Che reached into the yellowed paper filled with black mist and pulled it out.

A scalp-numbing 40-meter long knife was pulled out by Su Che from the yellowed paper of the black book. He smiled and looked at Han Jinlin who was walking slowly with the butcher's knife in his forehand, "I allow you to Run 39 meters!"

Han Jinlin: "..."

The evil thoughts and tyranny in his eyes disappeared at this moment, and the man in blue cloth turned around and walked away with Han Jinlin's face on his face.

"Hey, that's right, that's it. You have to run faster, my 40-meter long knife is almost out of control!" Su Che swung the light 40-meter long knife in his hand, and dropped it abruptly.

The man in the blue cloth dodges left and right, his movements are as vigorous as a dead man.

When it finally escaped a distance of 40 meters, before it had time to breathe a sigh of relief, the 40-meter long knife that came later pierced it directly.

A hoarse middle-aged male voice screamed in Su Che's ear, and the pitch-black Renmin South Road quickly disappeared from the sight of Su Che and Kuang Cheng, not even giving Kuang Cheng time to complain.

'Fifth Seven: Extremely Cold'

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This is a small town facing the river. The road paved with stone bricks is soaked in scarlet blood, the air is filled with a strong smell of blood, and stumps and arms can be seen everywhere.

The live pig-face masks on the heads of the two men, one tall and one short, showed fierce and cruel expressions. Countless souls of the dead lingered around them, screaming and screaming. They stepped on the blood of the stone brick road at the end. Go forward, start killing in the small town, wanton killing.

"It's almost there, that little female ghost can't hide anymore, so get her out." The shorter pig-headed masked man panted heavily.

The tall pig-headed masked man screamed frantically, "No, kill them all!"

"It's up to you." The short pig-head masked man withdrew and walked into the alley beside him. The giant ax that was almost completely stained red with blood was dragged to the ground, and the sparks and friction sound produced by the friction between metal and stones burst out.

"Quiet... my lovely Jingjing... where are you? Uncle, I... came to see you..." The pig's mouth opened wide , The black and yellow fangs full of tartar exude a strong breath, which is unsmelly stinky.

The little girl holding a tattered rabbit doll walked silently by the side of the road and entered a house. The short pig-headed masked man dragged his giant ax and followed the little girl's footsteps.

boom--

The old door was smashed by him with an axe, and the residents who were frightened by the little girl and the pig-headed masked man trembled in fear. The shorter pig-headed masked man smiled cruelly, spraying muddy saliva from his wide-open pig's mouth.

"My lovely Jing Jing, uncle found you!"

The huge ax that lingered in the screams of countless dead souls slammed down on the little girl holding the tattered rabbit doll.

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The bone-piercing cold air of the freezer rushed towards his face, and Su Che couldn't help shivering. The yellowed paper he used to write the 40-meter-long knife monster story in his hand was turning black and decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye. Rotten into a lump.

Removing the rotten and yellowed paper from the black book, Su Che sighed in his heart, "No wonder the codes of the strange stories recorded in the black book are scattered and missing a few pages. It seems that Mr. H used to make it up. A lot of paper is wasted."

"President, this freezer is a bit strange. There are many frozen bloody footprints on the ground!" Kuang Cheng was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. His bloody footprints were frozen on the ground of the freezer.

Chapter 320 Four pig-headed people will never be slaves!

"It seems that Chu Changrong is in trouble." Su Che looked at the huge bloody footprints on the ground extending deep into the freezer, and said silently in his heart.

Not long after seeing the huge bloody footprints frozen on the ground of the freezer, Su Che remembered the pig-faced masked men he had seen in the headless ghost talk. The bloody footprints on the ground matched.

"Old K, the two Tarot Society cultists on bus No. 714 are wearing pig face masks?" Su Che rubbed his hands and asked Kuang Cheng who was squatting on the ground.

The freezer in front of him was really cold, the white cold air blowing from the refrigerator hit his body, and in less than a minute, a thin layer of ice condensed on the security uniform on Su Che's body.

Kuang Cheng stood up and looked at Su Che in surprise, "President, how do you know, did you put surveillance on the 714 bus?"

The freezer in front of him is very large, and from time to time there is the sound of metal colliding and rubbing against each other. Even though Su Che has the skill of stamina, the thin summer security uniform on his body is completely unable to withstand the severe cold of the freezer. He breathes out the warmth He moved his stiff thighs and walked towards the interior of the freezer.

"Haven't you seen a monster with a pig's head and a human body, old K, in Tomb Village? There aren't many Tarots with this size!"

It's a pity that after Su Che threw the consecrated Taoist robe to Long Wenhua, he never took it back. If the consecrated Taoist robe was on his body, it might be able to withstand the severe cold of the freezer.

At this point in his thoughts, Su Che suddenly pulled out the paper mourning gown and put it on the security uniform. As expected, the freezing temperature in the freezer was instantly blocked by the paper mourning gown. He continued to put on Li Rusong's human skin mask, and the feeling of icy cold and suffocation disappeared. It radiated from Su Che.

After entering the cold storage, Kuang Cheng, who only felt the blood flow in his body slowed down, suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help but sneezed.

bang——

The sound of heavy objects hitting the metal wall of the cold storage came loudly.

Su Che stepped forward quickly, and after passing the first freezer gate, two men, one tall and one short, wearing live pig-head masks appeared in front of him.