No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The yellowed pages of the black book were opened, and a faint black mist spread out, one after another, money for life gushed out of the black book, and swept towards the two ghosts standing in the groove of the front door of the bus.

At this moment, the living people in the carriage could no longer use words to describe what was happening before them.

In their line of sight, huge waves made of blood-stained money to buy their lives rolled up like a tsunami in the carriage that was already full of ghosts, mercilessly submerging the entire carriage.

Fortunately, the windshield of bus No. 714 was shattered by a huge pig-headed ghost, and the huge waves made of blood-soaked money rolled out of the gap in the windshield one after another, and ran wantonly along the entire dark endless road. Throw money for life.

Is this the power of banknotes?

It is terrible!

Right now, the black book in Su Che's hand is like a reservoir that has been placed in a gate to release the flood, spewing out a lot of life money to drown the two ghosts standing in the depression in the front door of the bus.

Compared with the life-buying money piled up under their feet, the life-buying money gushing out of the black book in Su Che's hand can be said to be endless, and the two ghosts suddenly fell into a situation where they were overwhelmed by money and at a loss.

What happened in the end?

Why can this living person drown us with money for his life?

In addition, the ghosts that filled the bus compartment were staring at them. If the two ghosts were conscious, they would definitely be in a broken mood, but it's a pity that they didn't.

Under such circumstances, they still attacked Su Che exuding viciousness.

The quiet death that belongs to the death pendulum clock emerged again, making all the living people in the carriage feel a creepy panic, and the life money that filled the carriage like a wave was first contaminated by the quiet death, and rotted like mud smell.

Then it was quickly passed to Su Che.

Seeing the life money in front of the two ghosts turning black as if infected by the plague, and spreading towards him, Su Che unconsciously felt a strange pressure.

But he is now well prepared.

The black book in his hand was aimed at the encroaching lonesome death, approaching, and the life-paying money gushing out of it intensified the gushing force. The life-saving money delayed the spread of the disease for a while.

"It's now!"

Su Che immediately showed the butcher's knife, and the butcher in red let out a deafening scream. The quiet death intent faintly collapsed under the scream of the butcher in red.

"Catch them both back to me!"

Su Che shouted to the ghost beside him who was also overwhelmed by the life money, and at the same time, the butcher's knife came out, cutting off the life money one by one and slashing at the two ghosts.

Zhang Yi and Huang Xiaoying, who heard Su Che's call, were moved when they heard the sound, and the three ghost dolls with the fangs and Huang Xiaoying followed the butcher's knife thrown by Su Che and rushed towards the two ghosts.

The money for life piled up under the feet of the two ghosts scattered freely, as if they were making a final fight. At this time, the pig-killing knife had come in front of them, and the blade that reflected the cold light was chopping on them, and the crimson luster seemed to be splashed. The bloody flowers chopped off their illusory figures and the life money under their feet.

"what!"

It was the first time they made a sound in front of Su Che, and the wounds on the distorted body were ripped apart and bloody, as if they had been hit by a violent car accident again, tearing out bloody and terrifying scars.

The huge fangs that followed the butcher's knife bit down directly, tearing the horrific wounds on their bodies even more horribly.

And the three ghost dolls controlled by Huang Xiaoying are not inferior in the slightest. The filthy little boy tore the illusory figures of the two ghosts, gnawed bloody and terrifying scars on their bodies, bloody and dripping. The blood stained the dirty little boy's clothes with spots of blood.

The bloodshot branches that sprouted from the bruised wound of the little girl in the white dress pierced the bodies of the two ghosts, and were also absorbing the blood stains on the money they bought for their lives. The dead body full of mouths almost occupied the only vacant space in the bus compartment, and brought the two ghosts who were in the recess of the front door of the bus to the center of the compartment.

The ear-piercing screams continued for a long time together with the money for life gushing out from the front of the bus, their figures dimmed a little bit, and the quiet death that belonged to the pendulum clock of death slowly dissipated on them.

Mingyun watched the horrific scene in the carriage dumbfoundedly. She had to admit that the horrific scene in the carriage did have the taste of gang fights in the underworld... It's just that the members of the underworld gang are all ghosts. That's all...

She saw Su Che quietly walk to the groove of the front door of the bus to pick up the butcher's knife thrown just now, and then quickly walked to the two ghosts who were drowned by other ghosts and life-buying money and squatted down , and then wielded the back of the saber and slapped the split heads of the two ghosts.

For a moment, there was an even more miserable cry.

"You have the guts to come back and challenge me even with your little financial resources? Isn't it a bit too self-defeating?"

Su Che pressed the yellowed paper of the black book "Qi Si Si Si Si Si: Money for Life" on their heads, and the black mist filled the air. Su Che noticed that there was a slight change in their dull faces condensed with pained expressions. Their staring blankly With the butcher's knife in Su Che's hand, a look of fear quickly flashed across his malicious eyes, and his figure slowly dissipated in the diffuse black mist.

'Qi Si Si Si Si: buy life money'

The yellowed paper of the black book fell down, and another strange story constructed with blood-colored fonts between the lines in the strange story of buying money for life did not dissipate, but intertwined with each other, and a few lines of black, red, black and red appeared under the two completely different strange stories. handwriting.

Black like ink, red like blood.

The beating ticking of the clock hands, the quiet and deep death and the horror of paying for life are intertwined to create a more terrifying horror story.

[Life-buying money: It is entrusted with the obsession of horrible ghosts. When you take this blood-stained ghost coin from them, your life no longer belongs to you. 】

['Buy life money' favorability task: pain, tearing!Who took our lives?In the early hours of the morning, he drove through the Shanglinshan Tunnel of Gyeongnam Expressway and survived until dawn the next day. 】

【Reward: Broken Portrait (Who...painted for you in the middle of the night...)】

Chapter 460 Make money...... Don't shudder!

Even in the middle of the night, the flashing neon lights on the roadside of the city are always on all night. Pedestrians who have finished the nightlife walk by the roadside in twos and threes, full of the breath of life.

A commercial vehicle painted with the Dragon Media logo sped past the road. Long Wenhua was sitting in the co-pilot. The cold night wind and street lamps fell on his bearded and weathered face together.

After negotiating a cooperation with Yuan He, the owner of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs yesterday, and getting a satisfactory quotation, preparations for the live broadcast of the murder case of the Daliuwan Haunted House in the southern suburbs were intensively prepared.

Since the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs was about to be demolished and rebuilt, Yuan He didn't give Long Wenhua enough time to prepare, it could even be said to be quite urgent.

But what can Long Wenhua do?

He was already dizzy by Yuan He's money offensive. After the cooperation and negotiation between the two parties, he immediately rushed back to the hotel where he stayed in Shuangqing to retrieve the live broadcast equipment, and then urgently contacted the headquarters of Xuanlong Media in Shuangqing to call the studio. Several anchors of Tanling acted as assistants and rushed to the haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs overnight to prepare for the next live broadcast.

"I didn't expect that I, Long, had experienced so many real supernatural events in Jiangcheng. In the end, in Shuangqing, I actually went back to the old business of pretending to be gods and tricking ghosts. To make money... don't shudder!"

"Boss Yuan gave too much..."

Looking out of the window with sad eyes, the commercial vehicle drove out of the urban area to the outskirts of the city. The buildings on both sides of the road were still lined up with bright lights, which made Long Wenhua feel a little relieved.

It’s better to pretend to be a ghost than to meet a real ghost, “I just hope that the actors in the haunted house arranged by Boss Yuan will have online acting skills, and the audience won’t find out that they’re pretending to be a ghost again, or they’ll be damned!”

However, the accompanying staff didn't see it that way. The live broadcast assistant who drove the car kept his size. He was young and looked in his early twenties. He was at the age when he was not afraid of anything. He suddenly asked Long Wenhua, " Brother Long, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the problem?" Long Wenhua withdrew his eyes and glanced at him curiously.

The live broadcast assistant who was driving the car smiled embarrassedly, "I just want to ask Brother Long how you designed the script and props for the live broadcast of Tanling in Jiangcheng. Brother Long, just pretend I didn't ask!"

As soon as the live-streaming assistant, who kept his eyes open, opened his mouth, the other two also opened up their chatterboxes, chattering one after another.

"That's right, Brother Long, I watch every live broadcast of yours. It's amazing. Brother Long, you are such a genius. You can think of being hyped up by the hot spot of ghosts and chrysanthemums to attract traffic. You really deserve to be the number one brother in the spirit world. !"

"Brother Long, why didn't Bi Wang come to Shuangqing with you? His acting skills are really strong, and he can integrate pretentiousness into every move harmoniously. It's a good thing that Bi Wang didn't make a movie, otherwise he would have to take a The actor is back!"

"Brother Long, are you really a hidden rich second generation? Without saying a word, you chartered the entire Yangping Ancient Town Scenic Area and cruise ships to cooperate with your script. Can you disclose how much it costs to organize such a live broadcast of spirit exploration? "

"Brother Long, I see something wrong with your face. Are you uncomfortable? How about I open the window for you to breathe?"

"Brother Long, tell me something, why are your legs starting to shake..."

Facing the various questions asked by the three live broadcast assistants in the same company, Long Wenhua's heart was as desolate as if he had been ravaged by 1000 million alpacas. Tears of grievance flowed from the corners of the eyes of the unshaven man.

"If I say that the ghosts in the live broadcast are real, would you believe me?" Long Wenhua trembled.

"Brother Long, are all the ghosts in your live broadcast real?"

It doesn't matter if Long Wenhua didn't say a word last time, the commercial vehicle was filled with cheerfulness as soon as he said it.

"Brother Long, don't bully us. They are all from this circle. Don't we know what's going on with this bowl of rice?"

"That's right, what kind of ghost is there in this world!"

"Brother Long doesn't want to say it's okay, after all, it's something to eat, we all understand it!"

You know a hammer!

The more he talked, the more he couldn't explain clearly, Long Wenhua simply stopped talking, pretended to be cold and turned his head to continue looking out the window, the night wind blowing the window touched his vicissitudes of face, adding a lonely temperament to him .

"Brother Long, why is your face wrinkled, fidgeting, is it caused by hemorrhoids?"

"To tell you the truth, Brother Long's screaming in the live broadcast of Helong Hotel was really miserable. If I didn't know that I was acting in a script, I really thought that Brother Long was raped by a female ghost with a huge crotch!"

"Hey, Brother Long, you are born to eat this kind of food. We have been in this business for many years, and we have been doing nothing. I hope we can learn some tricks from Brother Long this time. Don't dare to ask for fire, just get enough food and clothing! "

Long Wenhua was wronged, but Long Wenhua didn't say anything, his eyes became more melancholy, and he even regretted going to Xuanlong Media to find these anchors as assistants to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Who are these people?"

Three writing live broadcast assistants, and a torment-crazed anchor who tortured Long Wenhua all the way, but he didn't dare to confess that he was really crushed and ravaged by a female ghost with a huge crotch under him, so as not to encounter In the face of the blow of social death, the three of them talked about their tragic experience of being persecuted by various female ghosts in live broadcasts, so they had to smash their teeth and swallow it in their stomachs.

"What a crime." Long Wenhua felt extremely sad.

The unlovable look continued to the southern suburb of Daliuwan Haunted House, and the road full of yellow and fallen leaves crookedly extended to the depths of the savage green belt, because the Southern Suburb Daliuwan Haunted House has been sealed off for a long time without staff cleaning it here It looks a bit desolate, and the silhouette of the spiers of the building in the silence of the night can be vaguely seen across the sparse branches of the green belt. From a distance, it looks like a castle in a fairy tale.

Well, it's a dark fairy tale.

The commercial vehicle drove into the Daliuwan haunted house in the southern suburbs along the road with fallen leaves. Through a large dusty iron gate, Long Wenhua saw the Daliuwan haunted house in the southern suburbs that Yuan He said had killed many people.

The haunted house is surrounded by thick dark gray walls, and the infiltrating "Daliuwan Haunted House" signboard can be painted with crimson paint. Chad can see that even Long Wenhua, who has experienced many real supernatural events, was deliberately constructed by the haunted house Affected by the terrifying atmosphere, my heart felt a little chilled.

The Daliuwan Haunted House is much bigger than Long Wenhua imagined. The main building is as Yuan He said before, with five floors above ground and three floors underground. Next to it are shops selling souvenirs and other small commodities, as well as a shaded corridor for tourists to rest. , The building as a whole is still relatively new, and the decoration is not bad. The ground should have been cleaned recently, and there is no rubbish in sight. It is in stark contrast to the road outside the haunted house in Daliuwan, which is piled up with yellow leaves.

The commercial vehicle stopped on the side of the road, and the lights suddenly turned on in the dark Daliuwan haunted house. After more than ten seconds, the door of the shop next to the haunted house opened a crack, and a figure walked towards the commercial vehicle while putting on clothes.

"Hello, is this Mr. Long?" The visitor asked through the iron gate.

"it's me."

Long Wenhua directly pushed the car door and walked to the iron gate. Only then did he see clearly that the person who made the sound was a middle-aged man wearing a thin shirt and a vest, with a haggard look and a poor mental state.

"Boss Yuan has already informed Mr. Long that you are coming tonight. I didn't hear any movement around here until midnight. I thought you wouldn't come!" The haggard middle-aged man smiled and opened the iron gate. , Put Long Wenhua and the commercial vehicle into the Daliuwan Haunted House.

Then, while leading the way for everyone, he continued, "Boss Yuan has already told us, the employees who stayed behind in the haunted house, to fully cooperate with Mr. Long and you in the live broadcast. If you have any requests, Mr. Long, you can just ask, as long as it is within our capabilities. It is absolutely unambiguous, my surname is He, if you have anything to do, just call me Lao He!"

"This place is really nice. It's desolate and dilapidated enough. It even saves time on setting." The assistant driving the commercial vehicle took a few glances at the gloomy and dilapidated Daliuwan Haunted House in the night, and asked Long Wenhua, "Brother Long , when will the live broadcast start?"

Before Long Wenhua could reply, the middle-aged man who was leading the way suddenly patted his forehead as if suddenly enlightened, and said repeatedly, "Look at my memory."

"Boss Yuan wants me to tell you one thing, that is, try not to enter the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house during the live broadcast. There are some things in it that haven't had time to clean up."

The middle-aged man thought for a while, and his voice was a little heavy, "It's the former owner of the haunted house...that is, the relic left by Brother Yuan."

Chapter 460 Three Die, Die, Die!

"Is it the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house? We know it, and we will never go up there!"

Long Wenhua naturally said yes.

The three live broadcast assistants who were traveling with him also responded one after another.

"Don't worry, we are professional anchors of spirit exploration, and we will not do such things that violate professional ethics!"

"That's right, we will definitely take what your boss Yuan told us to heart."