No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Wait for me!" Tang Xun was startled by the terrifying changes outside the hell train, and hurriedly followed Su Che's pace with Mr. H.

After running for more than a minute, Tang Xun finally reached the middle of carriage No. 6. Tang Xun gasped, "Why does this carriage feel longer than when we got up?"

Su Che still didn't stop, his eyes became cold for a while, and he turned his eyes to see a street sign with white letters on a blue background standing on the side of the road in front of a few carriages, which was no different from ordinary bus signs. Under the cold light escaping from the hell train compartment, the handwriting reflected the three characters of "Zhoujiacun" brightly.

"Zhou Family Village? What kind of place is this?"

Su Che quickly looked down from the street sign reflecting the cold light. A figure in dark linen clothes, covered with spots of yellow mud, sallow and emaciated, shrunken body, with his head raised on his chest stood alone in front of the street sign, as if Get ready to board the hell train.

Tang Xun and Mr. H also followed Su Che and saw the figure standing in front of the road sign, and they had different reactions.

Mr. H's voice was full of fear, "President, that ghost is about to board the car!"

Tang Xun jumped even more anxiously, tremblingly raised his finger and pointed at the old face that appeared out of the car window, and said in a trembling voice, "Guide asking ghost, and asking way ghost! When did it appear?"

"Don't panic, talk to me in compartment 5." Su Che said in a deep voice.

Pass through the No. 6 car and enter the No. 5 car. This place is much more empty than the No. 6 car, but it is still full of passengers with different shapes and shapes. Some of them have already got up and walked to the door, and got off one by one.

The ghost standing in front of the road sign finally boarded the hell train, and the place where it boarded was... car No. 4.

The moment the ghost boarded the Hell Train, the extremely loud siren appeared again, and the sound of friction between the outline of the Hell Train and the track also sounded at the same time, and the train door slowly closed.

One second before the hell train door was completely closed, the three of Su Che finally ran to the closed door leading to No. 4 carriage.

Through the glass of the not-so-thick carriage, Su Che could see the ghost in the No. 4 carriage that was also standing at the junction of the carriages, with its head raised in front of its chest. At this moment, its head raised in front of its chest seemed to be able to feel Su Che's A glance from across a carriage.

At this moment, a cold, stiff, emotionless voice like a broken gong appeared in Su Che's ear.

"Brother, borrow a fire?"

Chapter 540 IX Big Brother Smacks Me This is a Big Thief!

The sound came from the ghost that got on the No. 4 car.

In addition to the shrugging head on the chest, the yellowish black teeth and purple tongue coating of the ghost in the fourth carriage were also exposed, exuding an unpleasant, bitter and strong nicotine stench.

Even through the closed doors and the entire No. 4 compartment, Su Che could smell this smoky smell.

At the same time, the old faces emerging from the window of the hell train also began to convey the chill of falling into the ice cave.

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

Even the Hell Train couldn't block the old man's voice asking for directions. The window was knocked and made a dull sound.

"Mr. Su, help me, what should I do? The road-asking ghost really came to knock on the door!" Tang Xun was trembling with fright, speaking incoherently.

The horror brought by the two ghosts was magnified several times invisibly at this moment. Su Che glanced at the morning glory, and the corner of its bud was still pointing far ahead. Su Che knew that it was not referring to the car from No. It's just a ghost, but the car in front.

Mr. H was very afraid of the ghost who got on the 4th carriage. In his words, he felt a deeper fear than when he was caught by Han Jinlin in the ghost talk world and was torn to pieces on the spot.

"Brother, borrow a fire?"

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

Seeing that the three of Su Che didn't answer for a long time, the two ghosts asked again, but this time it was much more sinister than the first time.

Su Che finally decided to deal with the ghost asking for directions first. He took out the rusted boat hook wrapped around the climbing rope from his backpack. The scarlet rust on the boat hook that Su Che had used for a long time had fallen off a lot, revealing the rust The dark and dull iron below, if you get close and sniff lightly, you can even smell a strange smell of fish and corpses.

With a boat hook in his hand, he slammed into the carriage, making a few bangs, and the double-layer laminated tempered window glass was shattered by Su Che's heavy blows.

"Old man, tell the truth, did you have to buy a ticket for the Hell Train after spending all your money on asking for directions?" Su Che looked at the asking ghost hanging tightly outside the car and laughed.

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Tang Xun was numb, "Brother, I called you to help the ghost asking for directions, I didn't ask you to chat with ghosts!"

"How to get to Majia Lane?" Asking the road ghost turned a deaf ear to this, staring at Tang Xun with dull and empty eyes and making another sound.

Su Che shook his head and sighed, "Why bother? A man lives everywhere. If you are so persistent, you will have no future. Why don't you come in and challenge us to the exciting regional train project? If you don't speak, I'll assume you agree!"

After a brief but fruitful exchange, Su Che directly waved the boat hook in his hand and smashed the window glass completely, and then threw the boat hook with all his strength to penetrate the body of the wayfinder and pull it into the hell train.

But what happened next took Su Che by surprise. He saw that the hook thrown by Su Che had just touched the broken window of the hell train, and the deep darkness engulfed it. It was applied to the hook and almost dragged Su Che away. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to quickly pull back the hook that hadn't been thrown out of the car window before he felt the strange force coming from the hook. disappeared.

As for the wayfinder, it was still hanging outside the window, turning a blind eye to the broken car window in front of him, still staring at Tang Xun, and there were bursts of voices asking for directions, "How do I get to Majia Lane?"

"When the hell train is running, the inside and outside of the train are two completely different worlds. Are ghosts limited to the hell train and the inside of the hell train?" Su Che pulled the boat back thinking.

If his guess is true, then the ghost hanging outside the train probably won't be able to get on the Hell Train before arriving at the next stop.

When the voice of the asking ghost sounded again, Tang Xun felt an unprecedented fear befalling him, and the sense of crisis that his life was hanging by a thread almost made him go crazy, but this feeling was completely blocked by his eyes. The broken car window of the ghost who can't help asking the way is blocked, so that it can't happen to him temporarily.

"If I leave the hell train, I will immediately die at the hands of the wayfinder." Tang Xun had a strong premonition in his heart.

He hurriedly told Su Che about this premonition, but just as he finished speaking, the bitter and unpleasant smell of nicotine spread from his nostrils.

"Brother, borrow a fire?"

The closed car door leading to the No. 4 car, with his head raised on his chest, looked at the three of Su Che through a thin car door, his mouth was grinning, revealing his yellow-brown teeth covered with a thick layer of soot.

Tang Xun was so frightened by the voice that suddenly appeared in his ears that his nerves, which were already tense to the limit, collapsed in an instant, and his whole body was about to collapse and screamed.

But Su Che's words immediately made Tang Xun, who was on the verge of collapse, calm down like a drowning man finding a life-saving straw.

"Shut up, let me, someone from Su, come and meet it!"

At this moment, the voices of the ghost asking for directions outside the car and the ghost in the No. 4 car are still continuing, like the sound of death.

Tang Xun and Mr. H kept their mouths shut and silently watched Su Che play.

"Big brother, the quality of the cigarettes you smoke is really not good, why don't I lend you some money to cover Huazi?" Su Che held the butcher's knife behind his back with his other hand, and looked directly at the ghost on the other side of the car door.

As if he didn't hear what Su Che said at all, the head that was shrugged in front of his chest remained motionless, it was still the same sentence, "Brother, excuse me?"

"Brother, you are wrong." Su Che persuaded earnestly, "Smoking is harmful to health. According to the statistics of the World Health Organization, on average, about 5 people lose their lives due to smoking every minute, and each cigarette will shorten the life of 2 minutes. Longevity, not to mention that you are still smoking this kind of inferior cigarettes, the harm is even greater! Listen to me, Su, the water is too deep here, I am afraid you will not be able to grasp it!"

The ghost on the other side of the car door seemed to be stunned by Su Che's words, and fell silent for a while. After a long time, he continued, "Brother, excuse me?"

Before he could finish his sentence, a dark red flame suddenly appeared in his throat interlaced with smoky yellow-brown teeth and purple tongue coating, as if lighting a whole pack of cigarettes and stuffing them into his mouth at the same time, the bitter and unpleasant smell of nicotine and smoky His breath sprayed out through the car door.

The compartment illuminated by cold light was surrounded by smoke, sparks spewed out, and the dark gray nicotine instantly volatilized and filled the smoke. The moment Su Che and the three of them were touched by the smoke, their throats felt dry, and there was a hot temperature coming from their throats. As it rises, the bitterness takes over the palate.

Pulling out the butcher's knife, cold light was reflected on the blade, wisps of red mist lingered around the blade, Su Che swung it forward, and the butcher in red roared from the butcher's knife, sweeping towards the ghost on the other side of the car door.

However, the ghost still remained motionless until the butcher's knife fell on the head that was stretched across the chest, and it spoke again, "Brother, can I borrow a fire?"

A dark red flame emerged from the throat of the butcher in red clothes from the butcher's knife. The extremely high temperature burned a big hole in the butcher's throat the moment the dark red flame appeared, and the hot fat spilled and sizzled.

If it were a living person, this level of damage would be enough to kill him, but it's a pity that the butcher in the butcher's knife is not a human, but a ghost, or a red-clothed ghost.

After being hit hard by this, the red mist around the blade of the butcher's knife faded a lot, but the cold light reflected by the blade of the butcher's knife still cut through the door of the hell train, and accurately cut it on its head that was stretched on its chest. Leaves scars the size of bowls.

Black and yellow mucus overflowed from the wound. It was not foul-smelling corpse fluid, but a strange liquid with a strong smell of smoke.

At this moment, the strange feeling of dryness and heat in the throats of the three of Su Che stopped abruptly.

Su Che took a deep breath, took out the powerful Type 82 oval grenade, tore off the ring, stuffed it into its still sparkling mouth, and took out the black book and pressed it on it with lightning speed. body.

"It's just an excuse, so it's necessary to make such an ugly scene? Big brother beat me, it's a big thief!"

Chapter 550 Let me tell you, Old Feng, you are finished

boom--

Visible to the naked eye, the powerful Type 82 oval grenade pulled by Su Che's pull ring glows extremely dazzling white light in this ghost mouth.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely violent explosion resounded through the sky, and the shock wave caused by just an instant shattered all the glass in the two adjacent carriages of the Hell Train. The darkness suddenly enveloped the whole world in front of him.

Su Che was in the center of the explosion, silently watching the dazzling white light produced by the explosion of the powerful Type 82 oval grenade.

The loud noise of the explosion soon stopped abruptly like a duck being held by its neck, so that the violent shock wave was forcibly interrupted after only a prelude, because the black mist that diffused from the black book had already put the whole place The ghost completely covered it, and the extremely dazzling white light dimmed like this.

With slightly cold eyes, Su Che could clearly see that there were no handwriting on the paper of the black book, but a line drawing of a mushroom cloud rising from the lines that appeared out of thin air.

In this rising mushroom cloud, you can see the broken limbs of the ghost that was blown up to only a small half, as well as some shattered and splashed glass shards, until finally, the title of the ghost story slowly emerged.

'Qi Lu Shi San: Grenade Destroys Ghosts in Smoke'

The handwriting has not yet fully appeared, only the title of the ghost story has just drawn the last line, and the dazzling white light that disappeared after being shrouded in black mist penetrates the yellowed paper on which the ghost story is recorded, like a square LED light that is extremely bright, and then The scalding temperature surged, and a pungent paste smell emanated from the yellowed paper.

Bang.

A cluster of sparks was ignited, swallowing the entire yellowed paper in the blink of an eye, and within a few seconds, the yellowed paper recording "Qi Lu Shi San: Grenade Destroys Ghosts in Smoke" was directly burned to ashes. Not even scum left.

Even the adjacent paper was charred and blackened.

"Even the ghost story world in the black book was directly blown through by this grenade, the power is really terrifying." Su Che sweated in his heart.

The system's emotional notification sounded from Su Che's mind one after another after the paper recording the strange talk of "Qi Lu Shisan: Grenade destroys the ghost in the smoke" was burned to ashes.

[Challenge mission: Chase down the corpse-eating cult! 】

[Brother, borrow a fire?Finish! 】

[Reward distribution: a chance to draw a lottery (one of the 32 rewards will be randomly selected!)]

[Challenge Mission Refresh: Chase the Corpse Cult! 】

[I saw you!I see you!I see you!The time limit is seven days to resolve the supernatural incident in Baiping Town, Nanhu District, Shuangqing City. 】

[Reward: A chance to draw a lottery (one of the sixteen rewards is randomly selected!)]

"Baiping? Isn't this the place where the taxi driver said he saw ghosts during the day?" Su Che thought subconsciously.

However, he didn't take this matter to heart for the time being. Due to the explosion of the powerful Type 82 oval grenade, the entire hell train has completely cut off its power and plunged into boundless darkness.

The Hell Train returned to the long and narrow tunnel, the sound of friction between the wheels and the track and the whistling of the cold wind pouring into the compartment blended together, and the Hell Train after a complete power outage was falling into an unpredictable abyss.

In almost every carriage, the passengers who were sitting with their heads down... silently raised their heads.

However, what really frightened people was not these passengers, but the hell train that entered the tunnel started to slow down without approaching the platform.

The hell train quickly stopped in the long and narrow tunnel, and the silence in the carriage was a bit scary at the moment.

The car door blocking him was pushed open by Su Che. He, Mr. H, and Tang Xun entered the No. 4 carriage. Tang Xun was completely stunned by what happened in just a few minutes, and his eyes were fixed on the front. At the same time, Su Che shut his mouth and walked lightly, not daring to make a sound.

Mr. H walked silently at the end, seeing the petunias in his hand moving the buds slowly, he quickly reminded Su Che in a low voice, "The buds are moving, President!"

Accompanied by Mr. H's words, the Hell Train made a long, deflated sound.

boom!

With a muffled sound, the doors of all the cars opened at the same time.