No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Then he hung up the phone in a hurry, as if he was worried that something would find him.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was midnight in a blink of an eye.

The broadcast of the strange talk radio station ended here, and a few faint lights flickered from the guest room where Su Che and the members of the strange talk association gathered. In an instant, a dense, deep black fog appeared in the entire room, engulfing everyone.

When Su Che regained his sight, Su Che and everyone from the Guitan Association were already in the wide stepped room of the Guidan Association located in Room 4, 14th Floor, Building 1444, Jiangdu Garden. There are four chairs, 24 in total, and at the bottom of the staircase room, two chairs that are one size larger than the other seats are placed facing each other.

Mr. H was covered with a thin layer of black mist. He was waiting for Su Che and his party. His eyes swept across the entire stepped room. Except for Su Che, Britney, Kuang Cheng, Qian Fatty and An Donglin A dozen or so people who were also shrouded in a thin black mist sat scatteredly, which made the Guitan Association, which had been in a state of severe shortage of staff, finally look like that.

Everyone took their seats, and Kuang Cheng said in a hoarse middle-aged male voice, "There are more newcomers this time than before."

"Okay." Su Che walked to the bottom of the stepped room, sat on the seat opposite Mr. H and said, "Mr. H, come and introduce the newcomers."

"President, although Han Jinlin hasn't completely lost control, but something is wrong, you have to prepare in advance."

Mr. H opened his mouth to Su Che in a low voice, and then stood up from the seat in response, "The time is now 7 minutes and 50 seconds in the morning, and we have enough time to get to know each other before 44 in the morning. My name is H, and my identity is the interim vice president of the Ghost Story Association, you can call me Mr. H."

Seeing Mr. H's speech, a dozen or so newcomers who somehow appeared in the stepped room of the Guitan Association all cast their gazes at him. Among them, a rough male voice provocatively said, "What are you? You don't follow the brothers on the road. Let’s ask who I am, Erye Niu, and I’ll give you 5 minutes to get rid of this pretentious place, otherwise, when my little brother under my command comes to the door, I won’t have any good fruit for you.”

"Ahem..." Mr. H coughed twice in embarrassment, and gave Xiao Tiantian and Kuang Cheng dissatisfied glances.

Last time you recruited Mr. Su, the evil star, into the association and took away my small treasury, and it was fine to hand over the status of president, but this time you recruited a member of the gang of evil forces from nowhere.. ....

Can your business level be lowered?

"Second Master Niu? Do you also live in Tundou Garden?" Su Che raised his eyebrows, looking at the figure shrouded in thin black mist who was provoking Mr. H.

The voice of the rough man who called himself Niu Erye was full of astonishment, "Dump Garden? Is this place in a community called Dump Garden?"

"No, no, no..." Su Che shook his head, "I, Su, live in Room 2, Building 101, Tuandou Garden, Tuandou Street. There are three chickens and a dog in the house. There are also some ghosts, some ghosts in red, Downstairs lives Uncle Niu, a distant cousin who has no blood relationship."

"Just because of the relationship between me, Mr. Su and Uncle Niu, which is far more than blood, how can Second Master Niu, who is Uncle Niu's half-brother, call me cousin with sincere affection?"

Chapter 610 I didn't say a word, so you gave me the default choice?

"Cousin?" Niu Erye hissed in a tone of surprise.

Su Che's voice came from far away immediately, "Good boy."

"I didn't call you! You are looking for death! Believe it or not..." Niu Erye became more and more annoyed.

He was interrupted again before he finished speaking, Su Che hooked his index finger towards Niu Erye, "You, come here!"

The simple four words made Niu Erye furious, got up and rushed towards Su Che who was at the bottom of the stepped room.

Su Che calmly took out Professor Yang's pointer, and pointed at the furious Niu Erye from a distance, "Spirit injection stick!"

Shila-

The blazing blue arc pierced through the air, and there was no room for Niu Erye to have time to react, so he was hit directly.

Niu Erye, who was hit by the blazing blue electric arc, could clearly feel that there were thousands of ants crawling on his body. Their mouthparts and the hard double pincers on both sides bit down ruthlessly, and countless slight stings came from his body. The pain nerves all over the place were transmitted to the brain, and Niu Erye screamed in pain again and again, and even passed out without holding on for a few seconds.

"Mr. H, you continue." After putting away Professor Yang's pointer, Su Che sat back to the original place.

Smelling the faint burnt smell produced by the electric arc hitting Niu Erye, the restless newcomers in the entire stepped room fell silent for a moment.

Mr. H cast a gloating look at Niu Erye, who fell to the ground. You must know that when the Ghost Story Association recruited newcomers last time, he was also a lamb waiting to be slaughtered by Professor Yang in Su Che's hands. Turn around, he can also see other people being persecuted by Su Che.

This feeling is simply not too cool.

"Ahem..." Clearing his throat, Mr. H continued, "To make a long story short, everyone here must have experienced supernatural events directly or indirectly, and our Ghost Story Association is dedicated to uniting members of the association, and A long and desperate struggle against horrific supernatural events."

"On the third Sunday of every month, all members of the Ghost Story Association, no matter where you are, will enter a weird place, where you will experience all kinds of real horror and horror ghost stories. Generally, some small tasks will be sent to you, and you will get some small rewards after completing the tasks, which will undoubtedly provide a lot of help for the spiritual events you are encountering."

"Of course, you won't be punished even if you can't complete the task. You can choose to enter or not to enter. There is no mandatory requirement, but our Ghost Story Association will recruit newcomers who have experienced the world of ghost stories once to provide a chance to become a full-time member. Responsibility basic salary, full payment of five social insurances and one housing fund, and at least 45 days of paid annual leave per year!"

As soon as Mr. H finished speaking, apart from Niu Erye who passed out, the other newcomers immediately started talking.

"The treatment is so good, are you sure you are not lying to us?"

"Good guy, I'm afraid this is not a pyramid scheme."

"Is this the truth about Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans' Association?"

"There are such good things in the world!"

"You said that I am an ordinary fisherman, why do I have endless stories about supernatural events?"

"..."

Due to time constraints and the large number of people, Su Che directly skipped the link where the new members routinely tell their own stories of real ghost stories.

When the clock jumped to the mark of 44 in the morning, the hoarse voice of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in everyone's ears.

"Ghost talk comes, the game begins."

The black mist hit and completely enveloped the entire stepped room.

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'Twenty Five: The Walking Dead'

'Whether to enter the strange talk'

As a strange sound rang in his ears, the black mist that blocked his vision gradually dissipated, a dark cloud covered the sun, and the remote hills that were already very dim at dusk slowly appeared in his sight.

Peng Hui held the fishing rod bag and looked around in a bewildered expression. He wanted to cry without tears and said to himself, "Isn't it agreed that you can choose to enter or not, and it's not mandatory? I didn't say a word , will you give me the default choice?"

As a senior fisherman, giving up the exciting night fishing in the wild and choosing night fishing in black pits, which have no passion and cost a lot, is already the biggest concession Peng Hui can make.

Previously, he only heard weird talk radio stations on his mobile phone. At that time, he decisively cut the mobile phone that was listening to strange talk radio stations in half with a bronze sword, but he never expected that it is far from listening to strange talk radio stations. easy...

'The mission has been updated: Overnight in Zhaoti Temple'

'Goal: Stay in Zhaoti Temple, and persist until the next day'

'Reward: Fragment of relic (Note: Master Zhikong's gallbladder stone feels cold to the touch, and seems to be used to relieve heat.)'

A hoarse middle-aged male voice sounded in his ears, and the corner of Peng Hui's mouth twitched, "You call gallbladder stones relics? Bring back the emotion I felt when I first heard the words relic fragments, bastard!"

The sky was completely dark, and there was no light in the surroundings. At some point, two faint lights lit up on the hill a few hundred meters away from Peng Hui. When Peng Hui looked up, he could vaguely see a small desolate and dilapidated temple.

"Since I won't be punished if I don't complete the task, then I don't have to stay in the suspicious-looking dilapidated Zhaoti Temple, just find a safe place to get through the night." Peng Hui immediately made up his mind.

Walking down the hill, far away from the Zhaoti Temple with two faint lights, Peng Hui found a cliff with three sides against the mountain and lurked down. He stared intently at Zhaoti Temple with two faint lights on the hill.

After staying like this, it was midnight.

Fortunately, this evil ghost talk association does not have such unlucky settings as in the novel, such as not being able to wear equipment, greatly reducing physical attributes, and being unable to eliminate ghosts and being beaten passively.

Relying on the fishing equipment and the cultural relic bronze sword obtained from Mr. Su by Lanjiang Night Fishing, it is not difficult to survive the night.

I took out my newly bought black and hard rugged mobile phone from my pocket and looked at the time. The small screen of the mobile phone showed that it was 57:[-] in the morning. Needless to say, I knew that this was a time other than the world of strange stories. I was in Zhaoti Temple with Peng Hui. The time on the nearby hills is completely out of date.

"It's really difficult. I don't know when I can wait until dawn. If I had known, I wouldn't go fishing in the black pit tonight." Peng Hui tried his best to suppress his urge to yawn.

Three minutes later, the screen of the mobile phone showed that it was four o'clock in the morning. Suddenly there was a violent knock on the door of Zhaoti Temple in the distance.

"Tsk tsk, something happened to that dilapidated Zhaoti Temple. Fortunately, I was smart and didn't live in it." Peng Hui squeezed the hand holding the hilt of the sword a little bit harder. Although his mouth was relatively relaxed, the string in his heart immediately eased. tensed up.

Bang!

Another dull loud noise came from the direction of Zhaoti Temple, completely attracting Peng Hui's attention.

However, on the cliff that Peng Hui didn't see, a monk's corpse with nine scars on his head, bleeding from seven orifices, and a gray face slowly crawled behind him.

Chapter 610 Six Exciting Things to Do in the Face of a Terribly Dead Ghost

Entering the strange story world of "Qi [-]: Ghosts Asking the Way" again, Su Che is so familiar with this world of strange stories with only a few roads that he can walk through it with his eyes closed.

Walking through the crowd with ease, he entered Shuangping Institute of Technology, and then walked to the dormitory building where he first entered the world of ghosts asking the way and talking about ghosts.

Su Che's target is very clear, that is Xu Jing who lived in the same dormitory with him and was confirmed by Britney to have died under the evil curse of the North Gate in the ghost world.

Relying on his memory to find the double dormitory, Su Che raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.

Soon, a young man wearing thick black round-rimmed glasses opened the door of the dormitory ignorantly, looking at Su Che standing outside the door, his eyes were full of doubts, "Excuse me, who are you looking for?"

Su Che glanced past Xu Jing who opened the door, and glanced at the dormitory for two people. The various furnishings inside were exactly the same as the pictures in his memory.

It's just that in the world of ghosts asking for directions and strange stories, Zhou Tong's bed was empty, and there was no trace of anyone's life.

"Hello, I'm looking for Zhou Tong." Su Che changed his words temporarily.

Xu Jing stared in a daze, turned quickly to look at Zhou Tong's empty bed, and replied, "Zhou Tong said that he hit a ghost on Yulin Road last night, and his whole body is not well, and now he is still lying on the bed... ..."

As soon as he spoke, the whole person froze suddenly.

After a while, he said in a horrified tone, "Aren't you Zhou Tong? Wait a minute... If you are Zhou Tong, then who is that person lying dead on the bed?"

Xu Jing glanced back and forth between Su Che's body and the empty bed that belonged to Zhou Tong, and the eyes behind the thick black round glasses were full of horror and inexplicable disbelief.

"No, no, I'm not Zhou Tong, I'm Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen." Su Che categorically denied that he had ever used Zhou Tong's identity.

Ever since he got the black book of the Ghost Story Association, he has been thinking about this book "The Ghost Story Association" written by Han Jinlin during his lifetime, and it was born after it died and turned into a ghost. It has the black book that turns false ghost stories into real ghost stories What form does the book exist in?

After all, the ghost story world in the black book is so real that even the red-clothed ghost can't compare with it, and Xu Jing, who died in the ghost story world under the evil curse of the North Gate and survived, is undoubtedly a very huge breakthrough.

Through Xu Jing, Su Che may be able to find a way to solve Han Jinlin's tendency to lose control once and for all.

Xu Jing certainly couldn't know Su Che's true thoughts, he had a strong sense of familiarity with Su Che, and he could almost be sure that this familiarity came from Zhou Tong who shared the dorm with him.

"What the hell, Zhou Tong said last night that he bumped into a ghost on Yulin Road and asked him for directions. Today, I met someone exactly like Zhou Tong who came to his door. Is it possible that I am dreaming?" Xu Jing opened his eyes wide, desperately Staring at Su Che, it seems that he wants to see who Su Che is.

Looking horizontally and vertically, he couldn't find anything wrong with Su Che.

"Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen...you are really not Zhou Tong? But...the two of you give me the feeling...there is almost no difference..."

"Of course I'm not Zhou Tong." Su Che said affirmatively, but he quickly changed the topic, "Since you think there is no difference between me and Zhou Tong, why don't you call Zhou Tong up and let him confront me Woolen cloth?"

Xu Jing opened his eyes wider and wider, and patted his forehead suddenly, "Yes, why didn't I think of such a simple thing?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the empty bed belonging to Zhou Tong, and said in a trembling voice, "Zhou Tong, don't lie there, someone who looks exactly like you is looking for you outside, don't you have twins?" brother?"

Following Xu Jing's utterance, the atmosphere in the double dormitory suddenly turned cold in Su Che's sight outside the door, and the yellowed perpetual calendar with the front page torn off hung on the wall without wind.

May [-], [-], Saturday, April [-] of the lunar calendar.

The date was marked with a large cross in a red ballpoint pen, with the word 'Damn' scrawled across it in heavy handwriting.

These two words became more and more obvious in Su Che's eyes. On the empty bed belonging to Zhou Tong, sheets, quilts, and a pale and thin man appeared quietly.

It was wearing blue cloth clothes, its face was as stiff as a dead man's, with a pair of lifeless fish eyes hanging upside down, it looked at Su Che standing outside the door with a fake smile.