No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

There was a pungent smell coming from under the bed, something musty and rotting.

The scene under the broken wooden bed was shocking to watch. Large swaths of blood stained the torn bed sheet, and all kinds of children's clothes were randomly piled up under the bed, with a small bulge.

However, this is not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that among these random piles of children's clothes, there is a piece of human skin that came from nowhere, and it is filled with crumpled wet paper, barely making up a human shape.

"The ghost is quite chic. I know it's scary to play this trick, but you are still a little tender when facing our ghost trio." The wrinkled human skin mask on Su Che's face showed a half-smile expression .

Kuang Cheng and Fatty Qian, who found that there was only one little ghost in this room, had no scruples anymore. Kuang Cheng poked out his sharp fangs and rubbed his lips, his eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty luster. The little devil has a tendency to tear into pieces, but Fatty Qian is even more straightforward, the sip dripping from his mouth can't stop flowing down, the unbearable appetite is beyond words, as long as Su Che opens his mouth, he can't wait to enjoy this big meal meal.

"Do you want us to guess who you are now?" Su Che waved the mourning stick in his hand, and said in a kind tone.

The yin and wind in the room suddenly became chaotic, with the words "Guess who I am!" written in crooked and ugly handwriting! 'The wet paper kept floating out of the human skin, flying all over the sky in a small space, the thin layer of human skin trembled uncontrollably, showing weakness and helplessness.

It was obvious that they were almost killed twice because of the fierce ghost trio of Su Che, Kuang Cheng and Qian Fatzi.

"Will... grow... I... we... want... how... what... Treat...set...this...only...ghost?" Kuang Cheng said in a ghostly voice.

Su Che rummaged through the backpack, but couldn't find anything useful for the time being, so he simply called out Yuan He, who was already in charge of the backpack.

"Boss Yuan, the association has new tasks to deliver to you."

Yuan He was still in a daze, and after a while he came back to his senses and said, "Wh... what task?"

"It's quite simple, just take it and make some noise to attract all the ghosts from this floor." Su Che said in a deep voice.

Yuan He's dazed eyes widened instantly, "What about you?"

"Of course we're going deep behind the enemy's rear to destroy their lair!" Su Che said seriously.

Chapter 670 I must have seen him somewhere!

at the same time.

An Donglin, Xiao Tiantian and others in the No. 714 bus compartment were so upbeat that they didn't dare to take a breath.

The hazy fog has covered a large area on both sides of the road, and the No. 714 bus parked near the apartment building is also shrouded in the hazy fog.

Densely standing silhouettes of black shadows emerged from the hazy mist, just like what An Donglin and Britney Sweets encountered when they followed Su Che to the Shanglinshan Tunnel on the Shuangqing Road.

But at that time, the No. 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost passed through the foggy area quickly, instead of turning off the lights, turning off the engine, and carefully hiding in the compartment to become passive.

"These dirty things didn't find us in the car, everyone just don't make any noise, and we'll be fine when the fog clears!" Xiao Tiantian reminded everyone in the car with a very low voice.

An Donglin silently flooded the steps of the front and rear doors of the bus with the pool of blood under his feet to prevent the dirt in the fog from entering the compartment through the door of the No. 714 bus.

Under such circumstances, whether it was Gu Fei and Shen Jingfen, the newlyweds, or Yang Biao who hadn't finished eating his boxed lunch, they were trying their best to control themselves not to make any noise, and they bent down and hid under the car window tremblingly, Lest they be seen by the filth in the mist.

Tang Xun and Jiang Gang were also bending down to try to avoid the dirt outside the car, but Jiang Gang was looking at the distance through the windshield of the bus in front of him while bending down, and he suddenly saw a place not far outside the car A figure was waving at him.

The visibility in the fog was very low, he couldn't see what the figure looked like at all, he could only vaguely see a rough outline.

"What is that? It looks so familiar... Is it someone I know? I must have seen him somewhere!" Jiang Gang was thinking quickly in his mind.

Just as he was thinking about who it was that was waving at him, a strange feeling quickly climbed from his heart to his whole body, and he shivered a few times.

"It's looking at me, it has seen me, why can it see me in this ghost bus?" Jiang Gang's heart trembled violently.

People are not forced, they will never know how much their potential is. After encountering a series of things that happened after being entangled by Yuan Yi, who was haunted by a ghost, Jiang Gang found that his courage has grown a lot.

Even though he was clearly aware that he was being watched by the thing outside the car, he still mustered up the courage to see what it was.

Slowly, it's getting closer.

The figure in the mist gradually became clear, and the distance between it and the No. 714 bus was rapidly closing.

"Hurry up, get closer, and I'll be able to see it." Jiang Gang's heart twitched, he could clearly feel that the figure outside the car was acting quite strangely, and this speed could not be achieved by walking at all. ...even if you run it, you can't do it.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

His heart was beating wildly, but unexpectedly, the figure that was approaching the No. 714 bus in the mist suddenly stopped, and the figure could still only see a vague outline, but its waving movement... ...

Why is it like he is usually driving a taxi, and the passengers in the car are beckoning to stop?

"I must see clearly who it is." Jiang Gang gritted his teeth as if obsessed, bent his waist up a little bit, and walked forward slowly.

The gloomy feeling was like a lingering nightmare crawling into his heart, and the figure waving outside the car slowly became clear in Jiang Gang's eyes.

A frightening and hideous scary face emerged from the mist.

Jiang Gang couldn't forget this terrifying face even if it turned into ashes.

It's Yuan Yi!

Jiang Gang was so frightened that his heart shuddered, and he almost gave up his anger, "Hey, why did Yuan Yi, a dead ghost, come from Shuangqing to Yunshan? If he doesn't kill me, will he really not give up?"

Despair was like a sharp thorn piercing his beating heart. Jiang Gang was obviously panicked at this moment, and even felt that the blood gushing from his heart was cold and not warm at all.

"What should we do? The most powerful Mr. Su from the Jiangcheng Late Night Ghost Story Fans' Association is not in the car... Peachwood Sword, yes... consecrated Peachwood Sword!"

As if a drowning person had grasped the last straw, Jiang Gang instinctively pulled out a one-time consecrated mahogany sword, "If it comes, I will fight it!"

Jiang Gang gritted his teeth and looked at Yuan Yi who was waving at him, tightly grasping the one-time consecrated mahogany sword in his hand with a slight warmth.

From outside Baiping Town to Yunshan, although it is not the first time to face ghosts, Jiang Gang has no idea at this moment. After all, he has not played any role along the way, except for eating and fishing with Tang Xun. I don't know if it's useful to hold Buddha's feet when things come to an end.

"Calm down, calm down and don't be afraid, it's like being in that ghost story world..." Jiang Gang cheered himself up.

Up to now, Tang Xun, who had already bent down and squatted in the gap between the seats, also noticed that something was wrong with Jiang Gang, but because Xiao Tiantian asked them not to make a sound before, he could only wink to Xiao Tian with his eyes. Sweet signaling.

"What's going on?" Xiao Tiantian quickly noticed Tang Xun's strangeness, and quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

Tang Xun took a deep breath, pointed at Jiang Gang, "Since just now, Brother Jiang has been staring at the outside of the car, as if possessed by a ghost."

"Hush." ​​Seemingly hearing the conversation between Xiao Tiantian and Tang Xun, Jiang Gang turned around and hissed, "Yuan Yi, that dead ghost, found Yunshan from Shuangqing, and stood outside the car and rushed at me wave."

Xiao Tiantian cast her eyes in the direction Jiang Gang was looking at earlier, and she did see a vague human silhouette standing in the mist, waving her hands in this direction.

"It's so familiar. I seem to have seen the outline of this human figure somewhere before. Where exactly is it..." The further Xiao Tiantian walked forward, the more clearly she could see the vague outline of the human figure she was staring at.

As she kept getting closer, the feeling of familiarity became stronger and stronger.

"It's so similar, it's so similar, I must have seen it somewhere!"

Inadvertently, Xiao Tiantian surprisingly had the same idea as Jiang Gang.

The fog was getting thicker, Xiao Tiantian picked up a few one-time consecrated mahogany swords that were not half as long as her arm, and finally stood behind the windshield of the bus to see the outline of the figure clearly.

The opponent's whole body was soaked in blood, and the lower abdomen was wet, as if someone had pierced it with a sharp weapon, pulling a large mass of intestines or viscera, and the face on it... .

Impressively, it was Jiang Gang's face that was pale with fright in the carriage.

"The traitor fool of the Tarot Society?"

Seeing this scene, the weird image of the Fool on the hell train with one person with thousands of faces and one person with thousands of faces instantly appeared in Xiao Tiantian's mind.

At this time, Jiang Gang seemed to be ignorant of what Xiao Tiantian saw, and said in a trembling voice, "Come here, Yuan Yi, the dead ghost, is coming towards us..."

Chapter 670 Fuck, are you a chicken?

cluck cluck cluck...

I don’t know if it’s Chai Qian’s delusion, but when he drives into the road ahead shrouded in mist, he can always faintly hear roosters crowing from the continuous dense forest on both sides of the road.

"It's really weird. Where do the chickens come from in such a haunted place where supernatural events happen?" Chai Qian wondered secretly.

In his opinion, since the ghost of the wedding dress killing incident has appeared, there is not much time left for him.

If we can successfully discover the ghost that caused the wedding dress killing and find the corresponding clues, there is a great possibility that this supernatural incident can be solved, but if it fails, there is no doubt that the situation is approaching now that the Ghost Festival is approaching. It is very difficult to find people who can solve this supernatural incident.

Recently, all the newlyweds who have been cursed by the wedding dress will die mysteriously one after another. If it is allowed to spread more and more widely, it will inevitably turn into a devastating supernatural event.

Chai Qian didn't even dare to think about how many people would die in this supernatural event.

After more than half a year, the bride's bizarre fall and death happened again in Yunshan. Although he didn't know the bottom of his heart, he really didn't want to procrastinate any longer after investigating the supernatural incident of the wedding dress claiming his life to this point.

100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters.......

The driving computer of the police car faithfully recorded the distance Chai Qian drove.

According to his guess, there was at least one red-clothed ghost with a ghost in the supernatural incident of the wedding dress killing, so the sudden hazy mist was very likely to be the ghost of the red-clothed ghost.

Once you enter it, the front is bound to be extremely dangerous, and if you are not careful, your life may be in danger.

Suddenly.

When driving less than one kilometer forward, Chai Qian involuntarily slowed down the speed of the car, staring at the two forked roads ahead.

"Sure enough, it's a ghost. When we come here during the day, there are no such two forked roads. It's a good bet to tell them to leave in advance."

The dense forest around the road looked almost exactly the same as the place he had passed before, without any difference, but the carbon pencil in his right arm, which seemed to grow in the flesh, responded to the forked road ahead.

Muscle spasms in the right arm caused Chai Qian to turn the steering wheel without warning, and accidentally drove into two roads that forked to the left.

As the proof that he was able to get involved in supernatural events, and also the source of his codename "Ghost Pen" in the bureau, Chai Qian dared not take lightly the ghost pen that seemed to grow in the flesh and blood of his right arm, because he had been involved in supernatural events many years ago. The incident was entangled by this ghost pen, and I don’t know how many times I was almost killed by it.

Although this ghost pen is not the same as the pen fairy in urban legends, they are very similar in that they can predict something under certain conditions but will be accompanied by bad luck.

During the day, Chai Qian used this ghost pen to find the location of the ghost that caused the wedding dress death supernatural event. According to past experience, it will be followed by a series of bad luck.

However, what happened next was somewhat beyond Chai Qian's expectations. The police car drove into the two roads on the left side of the road and continued to deepen. He found that the continuous dense forest on both sides of the road had changed.

A smoldering fire blazed by the side of the road.

Dark red blood stains spread all over the ground along the way.

A ghost coin that conveyed an extremely terrifying atmosphere fell in the middle of the road.

A woman, drenched in blood and crazily dripping blood, walked desperately while throwing ghost coins.

"Where does this female ghost put this coin?" At this time, Chai Qian was full of doubts, thinking secretly, "Could it be that this ghost pen has changed its nature today and brought me good luck?"

Taking a deep breath, Chai Qian controlled the reverse wheel with one hand, and pulled out an experimental 80mm rocket launcher specially made for anti-ghosts from the ammunition piled up in the back seat of the police car.

This was his biggest reliance on this trip other than ghost pens, and it was used as a heavy firepower to destroy the abandoned apartment building of Mingyun Apartment when the situation turned into a last resort.

The further you go, the denser the fog becomes.

The blazing headlights of the police car were disturbed, and the range that the headlights could illuminate shrank sharply. At first, they could illuminate a range of nearly 30 meters in front, but as the fog became thicker, they were forcibly disturbed now. It can only illuminate the range three to five meters ahead, and the illuminated range is still shrinking at a rapid speed.

Chai Qian had no doubts about the possibility of continuing to drive in the darkness.