No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che can guarantee that the disgusting degree of this red-clothed ghost is definitely the most heinous among the red-clothed ghosts he has ever seen, even the red-clothed female ghost stitched together by many corpses in the Helong Hotel can't match.

"The ghost takeaways that are spreading around are produced by this red-clothed ghost!" In the ghost talk world of ghost takeaways, Su Che had entered the small restaurant that produced ghost takeaways, so he was almost ashamed of this red-clothed ghost. It is no different from the ghost talk world, and the raw materials that exude a strong rotten smell are still fresh in the memory of the ghost takeaway.

But at this time, the level of danger brought by the supernatural event of the ghost takeaway that has become a red-clothed level has risen sharply. Its smashed head cannot be seen in detail, and it only brings people a pure sense of horror and ugliness. The apron worn by Shuo's body released a faint blood-red mist, which was the source of the strong and rancid smell of the ghost takeaway.

"Since the red-clothed ghost who made the ghost takeaway has appeared, where is Fatty Qian who was involved in this incident?" Su Che looked away, and a little doubt flashed in his heart. The only thing that could barely be seen was a woman The red-clothed ghost didn't feel very dangerous to him, but there was an inexplicable sense of incongruity.

Compared to its strong and ugly body, Su Che vaguely felt that the stench was piled up everywhere, and that the dirty filth used to make ghost takeaways was its real body.

Before the thoughts in his mind were interrupted, the smashed head on the neck of the red-clothed specter, together with the filth under his body, directly smashed towards Su Che.

Thick black and smelly sewage dripped from its smashed head, and two cloudy and shattered eyeballs emerged from the bloody wound, full of malice, conveying endless hatred.

Su Che's eyes were cold, and through Qiu Lan's shared eyes, Su Che could see what kind of red-clothed ghost's head was thrown at him. It was clearly all kinds of rotten ingredients filled with strange smells, and it seemed that he wanted to forcibly stuff them into Su Che's mouth.

"I didn't order takeaway, isn't it a bit immoral for you to buy and sell like this?"

Su Che's face changed, and Professor Yang's pointer, which was flashing with blazing blue electric arcs, erupted with dazzling brilliance again. Small electric arcs collided with each other and exploded, spreading all over Su Che's body. The electricity was scorched black and stiff, and wisps of black smoke wafted out.

"Yaoshou, has introversion become so serious these days? Even the celestial masters of Longhu Mountain have to go down the mountain to engage in the violent collection business. What is the law?" Cai Ji stared blankly at Zila The exploding blazing blue high-voltage arc screamed sharply in the depths of his heart to vent the lingering fear.

Su Che lowered his head and glanced at Cai Ji, who seemed to have been frightened and didn't dare to move. He quickly inserted the Type 54 pistol in his back into his waist, grabbed Cai Ji by the collar and pushed him towards the members of the Ghost Story Association. "This red-clothed ghost is very weird. It doesn't have a body. The filthy filth that can be seen everywhere making ghost food is it! Maybe even the living people who eat ghost food have become part of it!"

Xiao Tiantian and Kuang Cheng had just caught Cai Ji pushed by Su Che, and when they heard Su Che's guess about the ghost takeaway, Xiao Tiantian's face became gloomy as expected, "If this is the case, doesn't it mean that this The ghosts that only spread ghosts and takeaways to kill people can't be eliminated at all?"

"This ghost is too incomprehensible!" Kuang Cheng, who was covered in black hair, said worriedly, "And I haven't seen Fatty Qian until now... I have a bad feeling."

The blood gushing from the wound on An Donglin's chest silently spread on the ground, corroding and staining the dirty filth rushing towards them, and isolating them from the outside. The pool of blood under An Donglin's feet was no problem for self-preservation, but it would take years to completely erode all the filth.

"Mr. Su, I found the starved ghost that was parasitized in Fatty Qian's abdomen from the filth that came in!" An Donglin suddenly raised his head to look at Su Che, and continued, "But I'm not sure where it is, It seems that it and Fatty Qian are everywhere!"

"Everywhere?" Su Che frowned, and he increased the output power of the blazing blue arc of Professor Yang's pointer, and the place where his eyes could see was quickly occupied by fine arcs, killing the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost. Death is locked inside the mourning hall.

The big black dog that followed closely beside Su Che carried forward its usual bullying style, especially when it found out that what it had to face tonight was a red-clothed ghost, it obediently huddled at Su Che's feet with its tail between its legs, waiting Chance to grab food.

It's a pity that it didn't enjoy the taste of feasting, but forcefully kicked Su Che, "Can you smell where Fatty Qian and the starving ghost in his belly are?"

"Wow, woof!" The big black dog yelled a few times, sticking out its tongue and cursing.

Then he was forced to make a uncomfortable expression like constipation, sniffed his nose and retched for a while, smelling the rancid smell in the air for a while, and then barked loudly at the mourning hall where the coffin was placed behind the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost.

"Fatty Qian and the starved ghost are in the mourning hall?" Su Che's eyes flickered and he thought to himself, "What the hell is this red-clothed fierce ghost? The mourning hall is still surrounded by dead people without any changes, but it is here to watch the night All the living people and Fatty Qian disappeared, and the dozens of corpses that appeared just now should be the living people killed by the ghost takeaway, and Fatty Qian was not among them, and there is a high probability that he is still alive now."

"It seems that you have to enter the mourning hall where the coffin is placed to know what's so weird about this red-clothed ghost." Looking inside the mourning hall, the coffin, the filth, and the red-clothed ghost are entangled together. Che's slightly cold eyes couldn't see through this red-clothed ghostly creature.

The strong and ugly red-clothed ghost seemed unable to get out of the mourning hall, and could only use the filth to attack Su Che and everyone in the Freak Association. His body, which was fatter than Britney, moved forward, almost When it got close to the bursting blazing blue arc, its smashed head trembled violently and made piercing screams, and opened two rows of bloodshot teeth.

However, at this moment, there was an extremely loud hiccup from the mourning hall, and the figure of this strong and ugly red-clothed ghost quickly faded away, and the filthy filth that kept attacking became rootless. It quickly disappeared from the eyes of Su Che and others.

"This hiccup sound came from the mourning hall..." Xiao Tiantian and Kuang Cheng took Cai Ji and walked quickly to Su Che's side, watching the loud hiccup sound and then returning to the dead silent mourning hall The coffin, said with a surprised expression, "It seems to be Fatty Qian!"

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Enter inside the mourning hall.

The picture presented to everyone suddenly changed strangely. The coffins, wreaths, elegiac couplets and braziers used to burn paper money that were originally placed in the mourning hall all disappeared, replaced by a small and cramped alley with three stacked The old and oil-stained dining table gave people the first impression of an unhygienic fly shop.

The wall next to the dining table is very old. The wall that was painted many years ago is slightly yellowish and black, full of a sense of age.

Against the background of the dark environment, it looks dilapidated and deserted.

But... What attracted the attention of Su Che and the others the most was not the environment of the alley, but the red ones placed on each dining table, as if they had just been taken from a slaughterhouse and put into the rice bowls s things.

Cai Ji's already pale face became even uglier, and the horrific scene in front of him made goose bumps all over his body, so that he felt his stomach and intestines writhing like a spasm.

"Uh... what are those... those things in the rice bowl?" Cai Ji's lips were dry and he was about to gag.

Kuang Cheng's answer came quickly, "Organs, judging from their freshness, they should have just been dug out of the human body not long ago."

"No." Su Che said suddenly, he looked at the big blood-red and fresh organs in front of him with a slightly strange expression, "It's a ghost takeaway."

Following his words, everyone looked carefully at the blood-red organs placed on the dining table again. Although the goal was something that made people feel creepy, the more they looked at it, the more hungry they felt. , the urge to sit down and eat right away.

This impulse became more and more obvious and stronger.

Pieces of blood-red organ fragments trembled and twitched in the rice bowl, as if they were still maintaining normal functions in the human body, but in the eyes of everyone including Su Che, these terrifying things quietly turned into bursts of light. A delicacy with an alluring aroma.

The hunger from the intestines and stomach in the abdominal cavity emerged from the depths of my heart, and it became more and more lingering.

"Damn it, I can't wait to rush up and stuff all these disgusting things into my stomach..." Cai Ji swallowed, feeling uneasy lingering in his mind.

In the blink of an eye, he could no longer bear this fatal temptation, and rushed to the dining table like a hungry tiger. Fortunately, Su Che reacted quickly enough and dragged him back from midair.

"This red-clothed ghost is different from the ghosts I have encountered before. There are no clerks, no chefs, and no bosses in the restaurant. There are only disgusting things...but suddenly it has an effect on the living. A ghost takeaway with a fatal attraction." Su Che thought to himself while holding Cai Ji in his hand.

At this time, Cai Ji was already in a state of madness, dripping saliva from his mouth, staring blankly at the ghost takeaways on the dinner table.

"Uh uh... ah..."

"Let me go! Let me go! Give me something to eat, I want to eat...I want to eat!"

A strange force that surprised Su Che emerged from Cai Ji's body. He seemed to be possessed by a demon, his eyes were bloodshot, struggling desperately in Su Che's hand.

However, it was useless, he still couldn't break free from Su Che's grasp.

"I'm so hungry...so hungry...I'm so hungry, give it to me! Give it to me quickly!" Cai Ji roared angrily.

Su Che slashed at the back of Cai Ji's neck, "Eat, eat, eat!"

Cai Ji, who was hit by this blow, did not faint, but struggled much less vigorously.

"President, I can't bear it anymore." The Adam's apple rolled, and Kuang Cheng swallowed the saliva constantly secreted from his mouth, and the black hairs all over his body exploded.

But the big black dog was even more unbearable. It opened its big dog's mouth hahaha, its tongue was almost stretched into a straight line, and the hala couldn't stop flowing out of the dog's mouth, wetting a large piece of the ground.

But it clearly knew that eating the ghost takeaway on the dining table would most likely lead to gut-piercing, all the extra timid ones huddled at Su Che's feet and let out dull dog barks from their throats.

Wooow!

As the victim of the ghost takeaway incident, Britney smelled the seductive aroma floating in the air, the expression on her fat face turned livid, and she recalled something unbearable, her eyes squeezed into her flesh burst out With a look of deep hatred, the resentment deposited in her body burst out suddenly.

One after another, the resentful souls of the victims of the ghost takeaway emerged from Xiaotiantian's fat body. They were all skinny, with sunken eye sockets and a sluggish expression.

The light yellow grease overflowed from the pores of Xiao Tiantian. At this moment, the painful wailing of multiple voices suddenly sounded in the narrow alley.

It was so miserable that it made people feel blocked in their hearts, and there was an unspeakable discomfort. Just from this painful wail, one could feel the pain and despair they had suffered.

Everyone had abnormal reactions before or after these strange ghost takeaways. Even Su Che was aroused by the scent floating in the air, but An Donglin acted like a normal person, with a gloomy expression. His eyes searched for the trace of Fatty Qian.

"Old An, why are you alright?" Su Che asked out loud.

An Donglin replied with a delicate expression, "Without the desire of the world, as a living dead, you don't need to eat!"

"The living dead don't need to eat, so they won't be affected by ghost takeaways?"

After hearing these words, Su Che immediately had an idea in his mind, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Brother Corpse King, I'm going to make you suffer again!"

He took out the black book with one hand, and turned to the page of "Qiwushiqi: Extreme Cold". The coffin holding the corpse king fell to the ground with a bang in the faint black mist, or was placed in the freezer. For too long, a layer of white ice had condensed on the surface of the coffin, so that the newly grown coffin fungus at the bottom of the coffin was frozen hard.

Pry open the coffin board, the black smoke and turbid corpse gas produced by the corrosion of the coffin nails rushed out of the coffin together, when the familiar figure came into the sight of the corpse king.

Why are you a loser again?

If the corpse king could speak, it would most likely roar like this. Even though it was unconscious and unable to speak, when it saw Su Che, a living person who gave it painful blows time and time again, its dead pupils instantly turned red, killing With a burst of desire, he wanted to break free from the coffin nails that suppressed it and rise up to give Su Che a ruthless blow.

Bang!

The butcher's knife exuding the scent of red clothes rubbed three points on the corpse king's scalp, and it immediately calmed down.

"Long time no see, Brother Corpse King! You suffered a lot last time, this time I, Su, must treat you well!" Su Che said sincerely to the Corpse King.

Before he finished speaking, he quickly turned his head and told everyone in the Ghost Story Association, "Didn't that red-clothed ghost want us to eat ghost takeaways? Quickly bring all those ghost takeaways, and ask the corpse king brother to eat ghost takeaways for you!"

Corpse King: "???"

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Everyone in the Ghost Story Association was stunned for a moment, they couldn't keep up with Su Che's brain circuit, but after such a long period of tempering, Kuang Cheng and An Donglin quickly caught up with Su Che's thoughts.

"Good guy, what you're doing is still called human affairs?" Kuang Cheng complained silently from the bottom of his heart, and also said, "President, isn't it a bit inappropriate for us to do this?"

However, the speed in his hands was not slow, and he immediately brought two plates of blood-red ghost takeaways that throbbed like fresh organs and poured them into the corpse king's mouth.

Gaba Gaba.

The fangs in the corpse king's mouth opened wide and he swallowed the ghost takeaway in one gulp.

"Old K, you have learned badly from Mr. Su." An Donglin watched Kuang Cheng and sighed silently.

Compared with the fragrant ghost takeaway to other people, in An Donglin's eyes, the two plates of ghost takeaway poured into the corpse king's stomach really made him feel sick. He endured the nausea in his heart and also brought two plates The ghost takeaway was poured into the corpse king's mouth.

"Sister Tian? Sister Tian? What's wrong with you?" Seeing that something was wrong with Xiao Tiantian, Kuang Cheng hurriedly said.

The eyes of hatred were slightly concealed, and Xiao Tiantian belatedly reached out to bring the ghost takeaway to feed the corpse king, and at the same time said in a chaotic voice, "No...it's nothing."

Passively swallowing a plate of ghost takeaway, the bloodthirsty red light flickering in the dead dead pupil of the dead king became muddy and dimmed whether it was due to too much pain or other reasons.

"The ghost takeaway is not finished yet, Brother Corpse King, don't stop!" Su Che's voice echoed in the ears of Corpse King.

The ghost food that was poured into the stomach did not enter the esophagus, the blue-gray skin and stiff muscles squeezed, and the blood-red ghost food flowed under the skin, like bulging blood vessels.

"Hungry... hungry... hungry!"

The ghost food like blood vessels shuttles through the body of the corpse king. When all the ghost food on the dining table is poured into the corpse king's stomach, the corpse king makes a very strange sound of hunger, but the sound of hunger does not come from the vocal cords of the corpse king's throat. Instead, it came from the gradually collapsing abdominal cavity of the corpse king.

Shriveled and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the corpse king let out a hysterical hungry sound, large swathes of black corpse gas spewed out from the corpse king's mouth, spread to the roof of the alley that served as a restaurant, and the corroded ceiling rattled.

"The corpse king can't digest the ghost takeaway?"

Seeing this situation, Su Che immediately became interested. You must know that the corpse king is only one step away from absorbing all the grievances of the red-clothed female ghost in Tomb Village and then being born. Although it is a semi-finished product, it is obviously more than enough to deal with ordinary red-clothed ghosts. , but still can't digest the ghost takeaway in this ghost.

Turning his gaze to Kuang Cheng, Su Che yelled, "Old K, take two bags of medical plasma that you carry with you to support Brother Corpse King, it's about to choke to death from the ghost food delivery!"

"I think it's clear that the corpse king is going to be killed by you!" As a half-human, half-corpse existence, Kuang Cheng felt very empathetic when he saw the corpse king's miserable state.

Quickly stepped forward and took out two bags of cold medical plasma from the inner lining of his clothes, Kuang Cheng said in a deep voice, "Chenghui's two bags of plasma cost a total of 600 yuan, and what I gave you, the president, is the cost price, a dime I don’t make any money, can I transfer money by mobile phone or swipe my card?”

Su Che, "..."

He snatched two bags of cold medical blood plasma from Kuang Cheng's hand and stuffed them into the corpse king's mouth. The bloodthirsty red glow in the corpse king's eyes finally survived, and the black corpse gas continued to spit out.

Not long after, there was another incomparably loud hiccup sound in the restaurant, followed by the exasperated scream of the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost.

The small and cramped alley restaurant slowly disappeared from Su Che and the others. With a slight movement of their eyes, the world in front of them was completely white, and then the bloody light flashed, and a table piled up with rotten food as high as a mountain bag appeared in front of Su Che and the others. in the eyes.