No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The person who suddenly appeared on the empty bed was clearly the ghost Su Che bumped into again and again.

"It turns out that Zhou Tong, who asks directions and talks about the world, is a ghost who asks directions."

Xu Jing, who was between Zhou Tong and Su Che, turned a deaf ear to this, clearly the ghost asking directions Zhou Tong was right under his nose, but he didn't seem to notice anything.

"Zhou Tong, what are you still doing on the bed in a daze? Didn't you hear me say that there is someone exactly like you looking for you outside the dormitory?"

The bright dormitory had thick fog at some point, blocking the light coming in from the window sills, and the air was filled with the stench of dead animal carcasses mixed with rich formalin.

Xu Jing didn't seem to feel any changes, and kept urging Zhou Tong.

As for Su Che, he looked at Xu Jing and Zhou Tong, who were in completely opposite states, and thought silently in his mind, "Han Jinlin is not a strange and terrifying ghost that exists alone. It is a ghost creature that is naturally more terrifying than ordinary red-clothed ghosts. If it becomes a red-clothed ghost, a large number of fictional ghost stories in the black book are very likely to be influenced by ghosts and ghosts, and it will become the same as what is going on around Shuangqing City today. Like Yuan Ghost Festival, it triggers a chain of supernatural events."

"My previous predictions were indeed correct. To solve the Ghost Festival of the Ghost Festival, which spreads horrific and supernatural events in disorder, using ghost talks to defeat ghost talks is indeed the most direct way. The only problem now is Han Jinlin who may be detonated and out of control at any time. gone."

However, Su Che seems to have found the answer to this question in Xu Jing and Zhou Tong, the wayfinder.

In the double dormitory, Xu Jing, who was looking at Zhou Tong, the wayfinding ghost, was full of question marks in his mind. No matter how he looked at this time, he felt that Zhou Tong in the dormitory did not seem like a living person, at least the Zhou Tong outside the dormitory was better than him. Much more normal.

"Enthusiastic citizens...Mr. Su, Zhou Tong's state seems to be a little bit wrong now. Could it be that he was possessed by a ghost on Yulin Road last night?"

Still need a ghost?

Zhou Tong, who is lying dead on the bed in front of you, is a living... dead wayfinder!

A pair of powerful hands pierced through the thick fog covering the dark dormitory, and wrapped around Xu Jing's shoulders. Su Che showed a kind smile on his face, "Old Xu, I think you don't understand at all."

"Understand...understand what?"

"Let my enthusiastic citizen, Su, come and teach you what exciting things to do in the face of a dead ghost!"

Chapter 610 Is there any reason for this?Is there still Wang Fa?Is there still a law?

"What should I do in the face of a dead ghost?" Xu Jing dumbfoundedly repeated what Su Che said just now.

From Zhou Tong saying that he saw a ghost on Yulin Road, and then lying dead in the dormitory until now, Xu Jing's knowledge of ghosts seems to be extremely limited.

Wait a moment......

Xu Jing suddenly realized that this was not the case. A few pictures flashed through his mind and saw a person wearing blue cloth and pushing a bicycle, almost indistinguishable from a dead person, at the border of Renmin South Road without street lights. Looking at the picture of asking for directions.

And this dead man in blue clothes was clearly Zhou Tong who was lying on the bed in the dormitory and staring at him.

The hazy memory exploded with a bang.

"It turned out that Zhou Tong didn't come back at all last night. He died on Renmin South Road, where there were no street lights. So who was the person who came back to the dormitory and told me that he saw a ghost on Renmin South Road? He was stopped by a ghost on Renmin South Road with me and asked." Who is passing by? Who is this person lying on the bed now? And you... who is it?"

Xu Jing looked at Su Che, and asked in a daze.

"The poor monk Tang Sanzang came from the Tang Dynasty in the east, and went to the west to worship Buddha and seek scriptures." Su Che passed Xu Jing, and made a nonsense.

Before he finished speaking, Professor Yang's pointer sparked a massive incandescent electric arc, and then formed a large sizzling incandescent electric grid, tearing apart the dense fog covering the entire dormitory, breaking through the air blocking the front, and asking for directions. Ghost Zhou passes away.

The speed was so fast that there was no room for Zhou Tong, the way-asking ghost, to have the slightest chance to react, so he hit it directly.

Shila-

Lightning flashed and sparks flew.

Before it could make the next move, Su Che stepped forward, took out the mourning stick wrapped with a note in his backhand, and arrived with bursts of howling and neighing in an instant.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt, on the contrary, it will be so refreshing!" Su Che reminded kindly before the mourning stick hit its head.

Snapped!Snapped!

Carrying bursts of howling and neighing mourning sticks, he bowed left and right, blasting the left and right cheeks of Zhou Tong, the wayfinder.

Su Che didn't stop what he was doing, but stood on the spot and stabbed the mourning stick into the mouth of the wayfinder Zhou Tong whose left and right cheeks were blasted by the volley.

The cracking sound of bone shattering sounded immediately, and Zhou Tong, the wayfinding ghost paralyzed on the bed, raised his head with great effort, and looked at Su Che with venomous eyes with broken pupils that were no longer human.

"Old Xu, have you seen it? Facing these utterly dead ghosts, you have to smash their heads on the spot like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves! How about it? Enough excitement!"

Su Che narrowed his eyes, and under Xu Jing's horrified gaze, he pushed the mourning stick that had been thrust into Zhou Tong's mouth.

It penetrates from the lower jaw and exits from the back of the head.

"Stimulation? It's not just an ordinary stimulus, it's so exciting that you want to go to heaven." Xu Jing looked at Zhou Tong who was completely silent, and was so frightened that he couldn't speak a word.

After inhumanely beating Zhou Tong, the death-asking ghost, Su Che grabbed the blue cloth clothes he was wearing and dragged him to the balcony of the dormitory, leaving a shocking bloodstain on the ground.

"Although you didn't come here today to ask me the way, I still want to give you good directions..." Su Che pulled his clothes and hung it on the balcony with a mourning stick, "Junior brother, I'm a Know where your dead end is going!"

The moment he heard this sentence, Zhou Tong, the wayfinding ghost in blue clothes, began to struggle violently as if suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, but he couldn't get rid of the mourning stick that pierced him no matter what.

"Your death is at Anping Bridge."

When Su Che blurted out these words, the wayfinding ghost Zhou Tong who was hanging outside the balcony suddenly stopped struggling, and stared blankly at Su Che with its shattered eyes of hatred, as if being evoked by some kind of untouchable painful memory, Let out a scream that is not like a living person at all.

The blue cloth clothes he was wearing were like a sieve riddled with holes, oozing stinky blood mixed with formalin liquid, and the stiff face with a half-smiling smile was already occupied by boundless pain.

Even without Su Che's next move, its figure began to become unreal.

In a short while, the figure of Zhou Tong, the wayfinding ghost hanging from the southeast branch, disappeared completely, and then the familiar black mist came over, but in Su Che's sight, there was only Shuangping Gongyuan and several streets on this side The world of strange stories did not disappear as before when the strange stories were pierced by Su Che, but instead maintained the inherent scene and the rules were still running.

"The ghost asking for directions in the black book has also become a real ghost story. I just don't know who is more terrifying than the old ghost asking for directions that can't be killed. a little."

After taking back the mourning stick, Su Che turned around and cast his eyes on Xu Jing.

At this time, Xu Jing was terrified by Su Che's violent behavior of beating Zhou Tong, the guide ghost, and hurriedly said, "I...I am a human...not a ghost... ...Don't kill me!!!"

"Relax, I'll take you to see some good ones." Su Che smiled kindly.

Seeing the kind smile on Su Che's face, Xu Jing had a vague premonition in his heart.

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The black mist dissipated, and Su Che brought Xu Jing to appear in "Part [-]: Headless Ghost", a world of strange stories that almost covers the entire Jingcheng.

Xu Jing, who was in shock, looked at the strange city that suddenly appeared in front of him, "What...is this place?"

"Welcome to Jingcheng, which is also haunted." Su Che's voice sounded from Xu Jing's ear.

Xu Jing was full of panic and asked again, "What are we doing here?"

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Of course you came to a haunted place to find ghosts. Could it be possible to bring you here to bathe a dragon?" Su Che raised his eyebrows.

Ignoring the loud square dancing music in front of him, and the familiar square dancing aunts, Su Che took three steps at a time and took two steps, pulling Xu Jing and galloping on the familiar streets of Jingcheng until he reached a dark street. Just stopped before.

"Han Jinlin is coming soon." Su Che whispered to himself.

Xu Jing stammered, "Han Jinlin... who is this?"

Su Che tossed and turned in the backpack for a while, but didn't answer.

His silent attitude greatly enhanced the ominous premonition in Xu Jing's heart, his eyes were erratic, and his heart was beating wildly.

"Han Jinlin is your future roommate." When Xu Jing's heart was beating wildly, Su Che suddenly glanced at him and said so.

roommate?

Looking for a ghost to be my roommate again?

The big spectrum from the world!

Is there any reason for this?Is there still Wang Fa?Is there still a law?

But what can Xu Jing do?

There is nothing he can do!

He looked small and helpless.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and even Xu Jing felt that the atmosphere around the dark street in front of him gradually became strange.

Not long after, the whole street was filled with gloomy winds, and a haggard, short, fat, frustrated middle-aged man with thick glasses appeared on the street. He lowered his head and didn't look at the road at all, walking forward unconsciously.

Under Xu Jing's puzzled gaze, Su Che walked towards the frustrated middle-aged man, and greeted him warmly as if facing an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, "Long time no see, Lao Han. Are you still comfortable?"

Hearing the sound, Han Jinlin raised his head. Although the current Su Che didn't wear Li Rusong's human skin mask, even if he turned into ashes, he still couldn't forget the terrifying aura he felt from Su Che's body far surpassing that of the pig-faced masked man.

"Don't come here!!!"

Without further ado, Han Jinlin turned around and ran away.

Chapter 610 Wholesale consecration of mahogany swords, I think it will work!

fear.

Bone-deep fear.

Han Jinlin didn't know what was wrong with him. He found that even if he died and turned into a ghost, he didn't feel at ease. He was either being persecuted by terrifying headless ghosts every day, or he was on the way to be persecuted by other living people.

This ghost is really aggrieved!

"You don't search for urban ghost stories in the Ghost Story Association, but why do you come to trouble me again and again?" Han Jinlin shouted while running.

Su Che pulled Xu Jing and controlled his speed, chasing after Han Jinlin not too far or too close, "I want syrup urgently!"

Quick syrup?

Do you think a ghost like me will believe what you say?

Whether it's Han Jinlin who is being pursued by Su Che, or Xu Jing who is powerless to resist and can only be moved around like an object by Su Che, they will not easily believe Su Che's nonsense.

Hearing the unhurried footsteps coming from behind, Han Jinlin said that he was completely stunned. He thought that the pig-headed masked man and the headless ghost he would encounter every night were scary enough, but in this In front of Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen who joined the Ghost Story Association not long ago, the pig-headed masked man and the headless ghost can't be put on the table at all, okay?

Han Jinlin subconsciously ran along the same road he came from. At this time, only the countless residences that he could see with his eyes could give him a sense of security.

"Seven seconds later, there will be a group of motorbikes passing by the side of the road. I can pass through this group of motorbikes to avoid his pursuit!"

Counting to seven silently in my heart, the quiet street instantly recalled a series of roaring engine sounds, and the bright car lights illuminated the entire street. These are a group of will-o'-the-wisps who were racing by the side of the road in the dark.

With a whoosh, the ghost-fire teenagers racing across the street, Han Jinlin rushed into the ghost-fire teenager racing team immediately, passing through their bodies and motorcycles without hindrance.

"Did you get rid of it?" Han Jinlin dared to look at Su Che, who was chasing him behind him, out of the corner of his eye after running tens of meters away.

Soon he froze.

Su Che, who was chasing after him, directly grabbed Xu Jing, who was also not considered a living person in Han Jinlin's eyes, leaped up to a height of more than two meters, jumped over the galloping will-o'-the-wisp boy to catch up, and punched Nanshan Nursing home, the momentum of kicking Beishan Kindergarten came out.

"Fuck, you're even more outrageous than a ghost like me, is that reasonable?"

Facing Su Che's relentless pursuit, Han Jinlin felt like crying at this very moment.