No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The place where they stand is inside the mourning hall of the dead.

Su Che looked at the surrounding situation. Even if he had expected heavy casualties here, he did not expect so many people to die. Twenty or so shriveled corpses fell stiffly on the ground without any fat. He had experienced extremely painful things before he died, and his faces were distorted out of shape, looking like he was starved to death alive.

That pained and distorted expression made people shudder.

"Eat... give me something to eat! I want to eat, I want to eat!" Cai Ji began to struggle desperately again.

Kuang Cheng's surprised voice came over, "Look, President, Fatty Qian is there!"

"Wait, Fatty Qian...seems to be dead..." Xiao Tiantian stopped Kuang Cheng, her voice was no longer the soft and sweet voice before, but very messy, Mixed voices of different men and women.

Su Che forcefully suppressed Cai Ji's struggle, looked in the direction of Kuang Cheng and Xiao Tiantian's voice, and suddenly saw the thin Fatty Qian sitting in the middle of the rotten food piled up in the mountains, his face and those who were all over his body did not remain. Fat as stiff as a mummy.

At first glance, you will definitely think that this is a dead person.

"No, Fatty Qian is not dead, he is still alive." Su Che could see the breath of a living person from Fatty Qian.

"How is this possible? Fatty Qian is already cold. President, you can see that his whole body is stiff, so he is obviously dead!"

Kuang Cheng was puzzled.

"Although Fatty Qian seems to be dead, he is indeed still alive."

This is An Donglin's voice.

At this moment, Fatty Qian is still sitting without speaking or moving. He is full of food, and the clothes that firmly cover his whole body are split by his full body. It was cold, as if he had been dead for a long time, and the most weird thing was that his abdomen, which was taller than the October pregnancy, had already begun to rot, and stinky corpse fluid flowed out from the navel.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a living person.

It is such a fat man who looks like there are more corpses than living people, suddenly stretches out his hand to grab the rotten food piled up in front of him, stuffs it into his mouth frantically, and makes a loud hiccup sound from time to time, going round and round, as if trapped in this pile of rotten food forever Among the ghosts.

But he is indeed still alive.

"Since Fatty Qian is alive, why don't you go up and save him?" Kuang Cheng wanted to rush over to rescue Fatty Qian from the hillock where the rotten food was piled up.

Su Che stopped him with his hands, "Don't worry, with Fatty Qian's current situation, old K, you are only harming him if you rush to rescue him. This ghost creature that makes ghost takeaways and ghosts in red clothes is almost incomprehensible to ordinary people. To get rid of this ghost, the ghost takeout must be completely cleaned up, not even a grain of moldy ghost takeaway rice can be left behind."

"Fortunately, the starving ghost parasitic in Fatty Qian's abdomen will never have enough to eat. It is because of this that Fatty Qian can persist until this time!"

"Wait a minute, President, I can understand what you said." Kuang Cheng looked at Fatty Qian who was still struggling with the ghost takeout, and said thoughtfully, "Isn't this just the CD-ROM operation?"

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"God tm disc action!"

Su Che felt a chill in his heart, looked at the rotten food piled up in front of Fatty Qian and secretly said, "Old K, you can even say such disgusting words, you are useless, wait for death, and leave!"

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, the threat that the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost posed to everyone has not disappeared, even if it does not appear in front of everyone now, Su Che can still clearly know that it is here, piled up like a mountain of rotten food It is the body of the red-clothed ghost.

At first Su Che was not very sure about his guess, but when he saw Fatty Qian who was struggling with the ghost takeaway, he was almost [-]% sure of confirming it.

As the starving ghost parasitic in Fatty Qian's abdominal cavity continued to eat, the screams of the red-clothed ghost rang out again, and its strong and ugly body crawled out from the pile of rotten food. The body is very similar, and the foul-smelling sewage flows from the wound on its skull.

The long, withered and yellow hair covered in filth was messily hung behind the head, with its back facing Su Che and the others, it screamed ear-piercingly towards Fatty Qian who was constantly eating.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

Like the victim who died from the ghost takeaway, it could only utter the word with a shrill voice, but this simple word 'hungry' seemed to carry the most vicious malice.

The moment Su Che heard the word hungry, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and his mouth uncontrollably secreted a large amount of saliva. Deep down in his heart, he wanted to pounce on the mountain of rotten food and eat it to his heart's content, which was stronger than ever.

The screams of hunger echoed constantly, and the rotten food that surrounded it sprinkled everyone with deep hatred.

"You are so hungry and waste food, don't you feel ashamed? It's really shameless!" Su Che turned his eyes to look at the corpse king who was still breathing black corpse in the coffin, and said with righteous indignation, "Brother Corpse King, I'm going to reward you!" Food is being ruthlessly wasted, can you just sit back and watch?"

Of course the answer is no!

The butcher's knife that pierced the wood three points was pressed against the scalp, not allowing the corpse king to say a word of no.

Su Che pulled out the butcher's knife and put it away, then clamped the coffin with both arms, lifted it up with all his strength, pointed the mouth of the coffin at the red-clothed ghost, and stared at Kuang Cheng, Britney and An Donglin in astonishment. Under the buckle in the past.

Bang!

Black and red mist rose from the scarlet apron of the ghost in red, and the corpse king was nailed to death in the coffin, unable to get out. He collided with the strong and ugly body of the ghost in red, and the conflict was on the verge of breaking out.

The strong and ugly red-clothed ghost seemed to be unable to kill Fatty Qian due to some unknown concerns, but the coffin thrown by Su Che caught him, and the corpse king with his broken right hand spewed black corpse gas towards it, When its burly body was corroded until it smoked, countless rotten food was rolled into the coffin, overwhelming it as if it was going to be drowned with the corpse king.

And the corpse king was not to be outdone, his sharp fangs bit the neck of the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost, the red tide was rolling, and the twisted blood was quickly sucked by the corpse king through the fangs from the scarlet apron of the red-clothed ghost.

"This corpse king is indeed a half-finished product!"

The scene in front of me is like wrestling in a mud pond, but neither side is alive. The corpse king trapped in the coffin and the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost are engaged in a fierce contest in the rotten food.

There are more and more stinking ghost takeaways, and they have almost buried the corpse king and the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost together, but the corpse king who is biting the neck of the red-clothed ghost and sucking blood is uncharacteristically unaffected by the rotten food .

At this time, the corpse king's right hand, which was torn off by the ghost bride of Huanggang Village, was recovering in the process of sucking blood, and dead gray and stiff granulation emerged.

Unable to cause any harm to the corpse king, the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost became more and more painful, and even the screams of hunger became hoarse and exhausted. The scarlet apron in front of it suddenly split to the sides, and the fat The yellow-brown fat in the abdomen is mixed with fresh and living organs snatched from the dead victims, as if it wants to swallow the corpse king.

In the same way, the corpse king's ashen throat kept swallowing, suddenly speeding up the blood sucking speed.

"hungry!"

The blood was sucked, and the strong and ugly body of the red-clothed ghost became pale at a speed visible to the naked eye. The action of trying to swallow the corpse king continued, and a small half of the corpse king had already entered its stomach.

However, when the red-clothed ghost swallowed the corpse king up to the coffin nails that nailed the corpse king to death, the red-clothed ghost suddenly froze, and then screamed frantically. The coffin nails that nailed the corpse king seemed to bring it Intense pain.

"Huh, the coffin nail seems to have an effect on this red-clothed ghost." Su Che has been paying attention to the fight between the corpse king and the red-clothed ghost. After seeing the red-clothed ghost, he was a little afraid of the coffin nail and immediately started to act.

"Old K, you and Xiao Tiantian pay attention to the situation of Fatty Qian, and when I attack the red-clothed ghost, play it by ear and save Fatty Qian from the ghost takeaway. Old An, you come with me!"

The strong and ugly red-clothed ghost was inevitably weakened by the corpse king's continuous blood sucking. The speed of swallowing the corpse king into the stomach was greatly slowed down, and the foul-smelling sewage flowing from the head wound also became intermittent.However, the small half of the corpse king that was swallowed into the red-clothed ghost's stomach obviously had a lot of pressure. Its small half of dead ashes body was being digested, and there were hideous wounds with deep bone visible.

Su Che threw bloody high-heeled shoes and a pitch-black long-handled umbrella one after another, and the figures of Huang Xiaoying and Zhang Yi suddenly appeared. Su Che signaled them to contain the red-clothed ghost who was digesting the corpse king.

The sound of high-heeled shoes stomping on the ground continued to echo. Facing this strong and ugly red-clothed ghost, Huang Xiaoying seemed helpless. The puppet in her hand was thrown out one after another, and the dirty little boy appeared first.

Last night at the Daliuwan Haunted House, it crushed a ghost in the mirror, which made its self-confidence almost explode, and dared to take the initiative to attack when facing the red-clothed ghost.

"I have no friends... Excuse me... can you be my friends?"

The malicious voice was transmitted to the strong and ugly red-clothed ghost.

In the next second, ghost takeaways all over the place piled up in front of it.

I'm a ghost, I don't need to eat...

The strong and ugly red-clothed Li Gui said: "Everyone is here, there is no door for takeaway if you don't eat ghosts!"

The dirty little boy's malicious voice has not yet disappeared. To it, the ghost takeaway that is like a mountain bag directly hits it head-on, suppressing it tightly.

After a while, it was beaten back to its original form and turned back into a puppet, but this is not over yet, the dirty sewage and ghost takeaways are still squeezing into the puppet, tearing the cloth surface, squeezing out cotton wool, and slapping the face. So quickly, the dirty little boy wanted to cry, "There are so many, so many, they will be filled and explode!"

Zhang Yi, who was holding a long-handled black umbrella, was staring at the blood-sucking corpse king. The beating sound of the heart in its chest was obviously faster, and the pounding became louder and louder. The huge mouth full of fangs was silent. Breathlessly, it floated out from under the pitch-black long-handled umbrella, ignoring whether the corpse king or the red-clothed ghost directly bit it down.

The flesh, fat, and internal organs were bruised and bruised by the huge fangs. The strong and ugly red-clothed ghost screamed piercingly, and the stinking ghost food spurted out from the wound bitten by the fangs.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

The ear-piercing shrieks of pain and the screams of hunger mixed together, and changes began to take place on the strong and ugly red-clothed Specter.

"It's now!"

Pulling out the pig-killing knife and using his short-distance sprinting skills with all his strength, Su Che rushed to the place where the corpse king and the red-clothed ghost were entangled as fast as lightning, swung the pig-killing knife to split the ghost takeaway blocking in front of him, and grabbed the coffin where the corpse king was crucified The nail was pulled out forcefully, and it stabbed fiercely at the ugly head of the red-clothed ghost.

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All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and before everyone could react, the situation had reversed.

The strong body of the red-clothed ghost collapsed around the coffin nail that pierced its head, splitting into pools of foul-smelling ghost food. In the blink of an eye, the red-clothed ghost, which was bigger than Britney, shrank sharply, until finally There was only half a piece of rotten flesh left, and the shape seemed to be a cheek with a small piece of lip after being cut by a sharp weapon.

The rotten flesh nailed to the coffin of this monument is still twisting and opening, making screams.

The red-clothed ghost was stunned by the coffin nails, and its scarlet apron was sucked by the corpse king, revealing the light blue under the cover of the bloodshot, stained with a large amount of solidified blood scabs, and spread all over the place at a speed visible to the naked eye. Melting in the ghost takeaway.

For a moment, the stinking ghost takeaway that surged towards everyone stopped for a moment.

"The coffin nails can't completely nail this red-clothed ghost."

The blood that had just melted into the scarlet apron of the ghost takeaway emerged from the place where the coffin nails were nailed, slowly corroding the oily surface of the coffin nails. Not only that, this half piece of rotten meat spit out from the remaining lips The streaks of blood seemed to want to swallow the coffin nails that nailed it.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"

The turbulent evil thoughts poured out completely without leaving a trace, and the red tide emerged, and the half of the rotten meat became scarlet, and the speed of the rust holding its coffin nails suddenly accelerated.

"Old K, Xiao Tiantian, have you rescued Fatty Qian?" Su Che stepped on the coffin nail, and the butcher's knife in his hand fell to the half piece of rotten meat nailed to the coffin nail.

puff!

The butcher's knife cut off the blood streaks on a few pieces of rotten meat, and the wounds caused were not obvious, and were quickly filled by the gushing blood streaks, while the butcher's blade that cut off the blood streaks seemed to have been exposed to strong acid, and several places were corroded. Potholes.

"The negative emotions contained in the bloodshot can even corrode a butcher's knife. How did this red-clothed ghost die?" Su Che looked at the butcher's knife with some pain, and took out 54 from his waist with his other hand. The pistol aimed at the rotten meat under the coffin nails and directly emptied the entire magazine.

Bang bang bang bang!

Seven gunshots were fired, and the scorching bullets scattered many bloodshots clinging to the corroded coffin nails, one of which even hit half of the rotten flesh below the bloodshot, but the effect was not obvious.

"President, we rescued Fatty Qian!" This was Xiao Tiantian's voice.

Turning to look at An Donglin, "Old An!"

At this time, An Donglin was suppressing the lost coffin nails, and the corpse king who had been uncovered again rushed back to the coffin, but the blood flowing from the wound on his chest and the pool of blood gathered at his feet were undoubtedly a fatal attraction to the corpse king.

It's like a big eater meets an unlimited buffet.

Can the corpse king bear it?

Just now I was forced to eat a lot of ghost takeaways and ruined my stomach, so I just came back to drink some blood to nourish myself.

So An Donglin could be said to have suffered from blood mold. As the pool of blood under his feet continued to decrease, he gradually became lifeless.

Seeing this situation, Su Che immediately threw out the butcher's knife, the blade refracted cold light, the butcher's knife pierced through the air to cut through the granulated left shoulder of the corpse king, and sent him back to the coffin.

"Brother Shi Wang, you're a zombie who doesn't do things properly. I, Su, kindly invited you out to let the wind out and eat a big meal as a reward. As a result, if you didn't pay attention, you started to make trouble. It's like not going to the house for three days. , don’t eat a toast and eat fine wine!" Su Che criticized the corpse king with righteous words.

Then he continued to say to An Donglin, "Old An, come and take care of this red-clothed ghost."

"Mr. Su, you call me a living dead to face the red-clothed ghost, don't you look down on this red-clothed ghost?" An Donglin had just recovered from the oppression brought by the corpse king, when he knew that Su Che was going to When he looked at the red-clothed ghost who was pinned down by the coffin nails, his already bloodless face covered with corpse spots became even more ugly, and he even forgot what he wanted to say in his head.

"It's okay, Lao An, you can definitely do it!" The situation became more and more urgent, and hesitation would lead to defeat. Su Che kicked hard, and stepped the coffin nail that nailed half of the rotten flesh of the red-clothed ghost into the ground. Grab Professor Yang's pointer and shoot a blazing blue arc to burn the ghost takeaway in front of him to black, and immediately rushed towards Kuang Cheng and Xiao Tiantian who rescued Fatty Qian.

"President!"

Seeing Su Che's figure, Xiao Tiantian and Kuang Cheng dragged Fatty Qian towards him. Fatty Qian was still eating. His expression was numb and his body was stiff. In his belly, he didn't even notice that Su Che, Xiao Tiantian and Kuang Cheng were in front of him.