No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

One...two...three...a dozen or twenty ghosts crawled into various parts of the car, comparable to the scene of a large-scale car accident.

Although he knew that this police car was powerless to stop the attack of a ghost, the scene in front of him was indeed too frightening, but Chai Qian was very experienced, so he calmly reached out and wiped away the ghost pen. The warm blood that slid down everywhere, flung it to the severed hand on his left shoulder.

A few drops of warm blood quickly turned cold in the air, and the scarlet color immediately became as thick as black ink. The moment it stained the severed hand on his left shoulder, Chai Qian suddenly pulled out the ghost pen that seemed to grow in the flesh and blood of his right arm, Backhand pierced the severed hand on the left shoulder.

There was a terrified and desperate growl.

The terrifying scene of ghosts piled up in the carriage immediately dissipated. A dry, rotten, smelly finger was pierced by a ghost pen and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ahem..." Coughed a few times, Chai Qian put the ghost pen back on his right arm, looking at the large scarlet blood smeared on his arm, he was a little lost, "The bleeding is getting bigger and bigger, no matter what you use There is nothing we can do to stop this trend.”

The darkness ahead became more and more intense, and the black smog continued to roll, and gradually even the flames of the abandoned apartment buildings that ignited soaring flames were gradually obscured.

Driving the police car full of ammunition forward slowly, the ground of the narrow and long road can vaguely see the mud marks rolled by the tires. Chai Qian can be sure that the person who solved the supernatural incident of the wedding dress in the abandoned apartment building was driving along the road ahead. away from the highway.

"It's strange, the dark fog seems to be fading away as we drive forward. How many ghosts are there in this place?"

The bright headlights blocked by the black smog spread forward and spread out, illuminating a range of more than ten meters, dispelling the surrounding dark environment, but the gloomy and weird atmosphere did not dissipate, but became more intense .

A road sign covered with rust and reflecting light appeared ahead.

It reflects the three characters of "Yuanjialing".

And under this street sign, there was some faint light shining over, Chai Qian looked intently, and saw an old face with a beard and vicissitudes.

Chapter 680 Could it be possible that the abolished Mirror Soul has sprung up again?

"Good fellow, the president's insanity has flared up again..."

Hearing Su Che's howling voice echoed in Yuanjialing, it was hard for everyone in the Ghost Story Association not to panic.

Looking around, there are not many strange things in sight, just narrow streets, dilapidated and dilapidated houses, exposed iron parts covered with rust, dust cobwebs everywhere, some gray and white as the main tone Small advertisements for common psoriasis can also be seen on the exterior walls of houses.

The line of sight is slightly deflected, the abandoned car on the side of the road is solidified with large blood stains, the paint leather is cracked, the light bulb is broken, and the street lamp is creaking. It seems that something is hanging on it and dangling back and forth. Some colorful newspapers and advertising posters are scattered on the dark ground. There were some stains on it, it was sticky and curled up, and you didn't even need to get close to it to feel the stench permeating the nostrils, which was disgusting.

The hearts of several other people were beating wildly in their chests. It was the first time they had seen such a dead and silent place. They could not see anything horrible, but they felt that the No. 714 bus they were riding was in the pile of corpses. Walking through, I just feel cold all over and restless.

Then again, there are wedding dress ghosts and ghostly brides floating in the sky behind the bus, how can they deal with it calmly?

The number plate of No. 149 Zijin Avenue is clearly identifiable in the burning flames. As the No. 714 bus approaches the Daliuwan Haunted House, the rolling heat wave enters the compartment from the gap between the bus doors and windows, and the cold and strange atmosphere is washed away by the heat wave. have to go soon.

At this time, the faces of the ordinary passengers in the carriage looked a little better.

"The evil spirits in Yuanjialing didn't seem to have entered the Daliuwan Haunted House during the time I was away. It seems that these evil spirits have a strong sense of place."

The No. 714 bus drove into the Daliuwan Haunted House. The terrifying evil spirits and unspeakable monsters that appeared near the Daliuwan Haunted House stopped and did not continue chasing the No. 714 bus into the Daliuwan Haunted House.

"Boss Yuan, where are the other parts of your body hidden in the Daliuwan Haunted House?" Su Che looked at Yuan He.

Yuan He's answer was very quick, and it could even be said to be a little urgent, "Except for the two hands that were chopped off by you in the horror theater, Mr. Su, the rest are in the main control room on the second floor of the haunted house."

"Boss Yuan and I went into the Daliuwan Haunted House to get some things. You stay within the light range of this consecrated seat lamp and don't leave. Find a place to hide from the wedding ghosts. Given the environment where the evil spirits gather in Yuanjialing, they won't be able to find them for a while. To you. In addition, most of the evil spirits in Yuanjialing cannot be seen with the naked eye, so if you encounter any unexpected situation that cannot be handled, please call me." Su Che explained to everyone in the Guild of Ghost Story, and put the old function The machine was handed to Xiaotiantian again.

Kuang Cheng couldn't help but rubbed his hands nervously, "President, do you have anything else to say, these things from Yuan Jialing are more evil than many ghosts and even ghosts in red, the first time we met, we had no experience in dealing with it!"

"It's true..." Su Che recalled in his mind the experience of being attacked by evil spirits when he escaped from Yuanjialing last time, and said in a deep voice, "If it is said that most of the ghosts are indiscriminate attacks within the range of influence of supernatural events If it is a living person, then there must be a set of prerequisites for the evil spirits, such as playing psychic games, or triggering certain specific conditions before being entangled by them."

Then Su Che gave another example, "It's like Yuan Yi, who had encountered a ghost before, and they would be attacked once they saw Yuan Yi's dead face, and as long as you don't look at it, it will be attacked." There's nothing I can do about you."

"So you should pay attention to yourself, don't make any extravagant movements, find a corner that is not easy to attract attention and hide in the ghost bus, so that you won't easily attract the attack of evil spirits."

After explaining the method of dealing with evil spirits to the members of the Guild of Ghost Story, Su Che stuffed Yuan He's head into his backpack and walked towards the Daliuwan Haunted House.

Out of the consideration of a quick solution, Su Che did not choose to take the big black dog out of the car, but kept the big black dog and two chickens in the car for warning. The ability is probably much stronger than Yuan He, who claims to be the No. 1 life-saving skill in Tarot Society.

After all, there is no dog nose like a human nose.

"There are so many things going on tonight." Su Che stepped on the window sill, grabbed the raised outer wall with his arms, turned over and jumped up to the second floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House, and broke in through the window.

This is a room full of clothes. Judging from the variety of clothes, it should be the changing room of the actors in the haunted house.

"Boss Yuan came out to lead the way. We are on the second floor of the haunted house." Su Che opened the backpack and released Yuan He's head.

Seeing Yuan He in the familiar changing room, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't talk nonsense, rolling on the ground with a grunt, honestly leading Su Che the way.

After pushing open the half-closed door of the changing room, Su Che glanced out of the corner of his eye to the corner of the changing room. There seemed to be a tall, thin black figure standing there, with its head protruding from all sides, and four growths on its head. different faces.

"I didn't clean up the Daliuwan Haunted House last time, and there were still some fish that slipped through the net." Looking back, the tall and thin shadows with four different faces in the corner of the changing room suddenly disappeared, only The fragments of the mirror surface were broken all over the place.

Seeing that Su Che looked behind him without moving, Yuan He asked, "Mr. Su, what did you see?"

"There are still some dirty things that haven't been burned clean in the haunted house." After closing the door of the changing room of the haunted house, Su Che continued, "First go to Boss Yuan for other parts of your body, these dirty things that haven't been burned clean Let's settle it later."

After hearing this, Yuan He nodded repeatedly. After half a month as an object that Su Che would store in his backpack and accompany ghosts at any time, he never wanted to live such a dark life anymore.

There are many haunted house scenes on the second floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House. Walking out of the dressing room is a long corridor for the haunted house actors to lead to various haunted house scenes. The secret door represents different scenes of haunted houses. When entering the long corridor, Yuan He's rolling speed is obviously much faster, making a panting sound, and the sound of colliding with the ground is also getting heavier.

While walking, recalling what he saw just now, the strange thing with four faces around its head, and recalling the characteristics of the ghosts in the mirror that he encountered in the Daliuwan Haunted House last time, Su Che couldn't help but wonder, "Broken The mirror, the head with four human faces, can't it be the abolished mirror soul?"

At this moment, the sound of Yuan and Gulu Gulu rolling suddenly stopped.

Su Che looked forward, and there was an extra pair of legs in his field of vision, standing in the middle of the corridor.

Yuan He raised his head vigorously, and when he saw the pair of feet standing in the middle of the corridor, he couldn't help but wondered, "Aren't these my legs? Who got them into the corridor? The mirror soul that has been destroyed Is it possible that it's back up again?"

Chapter 690 The Horror Above the Scarlet Ghost

Under Su Che's gaze, Yuan He laboriously approached his feet standing in the middle of the corridor.

The moment the two came into contact, a weird connection was built between the stiff feet and Yuan He's head like building blocks.

The human head is floating, hanging above the stiff standing legs. Although there is no body connected in the middle, it is still controlled by Yuan He, and can flexibly make various complicated movements.

"Boss Yuan, where are you putting the building blocks?" Even Su Che couldn't bear the picture full of holes, so he couldn't help but ask.

Yuan He, who had recovered his legs, was in a great mood, and for the first time, he talked about his two ghosts to Su Che, "Mr. Su, you might not believe me, but he is messing around in the Tarot Club where he kills each other and grabs the seats of core members." After so many years, except for the little ghost that entangled me at the beginning, I relied on the ghost spot on my head to save my life. Although they made me look like a human and ghost, but it was all because of them that I was able to win the Tarot Club. save this life."

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Yuan He regained his legs, and the speed of the two of them was naturally much faster than when he was leading the way by rolling people's heads.

It didn't take long for a voice-activated light to appear, illuminating the main control room gate of the haunted house where the sign 'Workplace, no idlers should enter' was hung.

Yuan He tried to push the door open with his foot, but failed to open it. He couldn't help but wondered, "Strange, I remember that the main control room was not locked last time. Why can't it be opened?"

The legs placed in the main control room appeared strangely in the corridor, and the door of the main control room, which was not locked when leaving last time, was tightly closed, plus the dirty things that Su Che said earlier.

This was a strange phenomenon that was enough to alert Yuan He, but at this time his torso was in the main control room separated by a wall, and there were ghosts in Jiangcheng who were worrying about them. Yuan He didn't care about these things at all, but rushed He kicked on the door of the main control room, trying to force it open.

With a loud bang, the door of the main control room opened in response.

Su Che stared at Yuan He intently, so the first time he saw a woman's face appeared behind the door that Yuan He kicked open, and Yuan He also saw that woman's face after the door opened, which didn't exist right now. There was a sudden thud in my heart.

The woman grinned at Yuan He with a weird smile on her face.

Yuan He was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously wanted to call out the word 'Mr. Su'. As soon as the muscles on his cheeks were pulled, he felt a chilling wind blowing in front of him, and his eyes couldn't be controlled. He stared wide, flickering with a terrified expression.

click-

The neck under the woman's face with a strange smile was extremely bent, as if directly twisted into a twist by a huge force, and a large amount of cold dirty blood was sprayed out, soaking Yuan He's entire head and legs.

Su Che's eyes were also dark red, and the rusty smell of blood was blown everywhere by the wind blowing from the main control room.

"What the hell is this?" Yuan He let out a miserable scream, motioned to back away, and bumped into the wall on the other side of the corridor.

With a cold touch, what Yuan He bumped into at this moment seemed not to be the wall of the hallway of the haunted house, but the body of a woman in the main control room that spewed out a large amount of cold and dirty blood.

The woman's limbs were broken and fell off, and the slightly raised abdominal cavity split open instantly, and the viscera and organs poured out, and she fell from the door of the master control room, hitting Yuan He's body with only a head and two legs heavily.

Yuan He's mind was blank, and he hadn't recovered from the sudden attack, only panic remained in his heart, and he collapsed on the ground, motionless.

The woman's pale face with a strange smile stuck tightly to Yuan He's face, and the viscera leaking from the ruptured abdominal cavity rolled down from Yuan He's empty body. The feeling of coldness, stench and terror made Yuan He uncontrollably start I shivered.

His sight was completely occupied by the woman's dark eyes with scarlet bloodshot eyes, and the malice that penetrated into the bone marrow was undisguised.

However, the progress of the matter was far more than that. The twisted neck of the woman was still constantly rotating and breaking. The first was the skin, then the tendons, fascia and blood vessels, and finally the completely broken neck bone.

At the same time, Yuan and the head hanging on his legs began to uncontrollably break off the neck bone with the woman, and the twisted head began to spin crazily, and let out an extremely miserable wail.

It even turned into a spinning top.

Su Che, who saw this scene from the perspective of a bystander, had a very subtle expression, and said in a trembling voice, "Boss Yuan, who doesn't even have a torso, is still afraid that you will wring his head off?"

Su Che pulled out the mourning stick as if no one was there, and slammed it down on the female ghost who was holding Yuan He down.

Bang!

The female ghost hit by the mourning stick shattered into slag like a glass mirror, and the viscera and blood gushing from its abdominal cavity all over the floor also shattered.

"Su... Mr. Su... the mirror soul... is from the haunted house... that mirror soul..." released from the spinning top state Yuan He spoke vaguely.

Su Che stepped straight over the shattered glass mirror residue, opened both doors of the main control room of the haunted house, and found that there was no Yuan He's body inside, then turned around and said in surprise to Yuan He who stood up, "You have to tell Unfortunate news for you, Boss Yuan, your torso seems to have been stolen by Mirror Soul."

"My body was stolen by Mirror Soul?"

"That's right, there is nothing in the main control room, you have to think again, what will the mirror soul do if it takes your body away."

The main control room of the Daliuwan Haunted House is still operating normally. Su Che simply scanned the images captured by the surveillance cameras one after another. There was also no trace of Yuan He's torso, but he was in the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house where the flames were burning. Yuan He's hands, which he chopped off with a butcher's knife, were found on the surveillance screen.

Yuan He thought hard, and his complexion became worse and worse, "If it is true that the mirror soul took my body... it may have begun to be dissatisfied with using the mirror as its carrier, it wants to hold me Torso, get out of this mirror world Daliuwan Haunted House!"

"Evil spirits can also play the trick of resurrecting the soul with corpses?" Hearing what Yuan He said, Su Che immediately thought of the ghost that had escaped from Huanggang Village. A ghost who resurrected from a dead body.

Yuan He shook his head, "It's not about returning the soul from a dead body. Strictly speaking, the mirror soul can't be regarded as an evil spirit at all, because it is something that fools led to the Daliuwan Haunted House. If my guess is correct, it should come from hell. The train stopped at that ghost town outside the unmanned platform."

"That ghost town..."

Su Che repeated these four words, the fog he encountered in the Shanglin Mountain Tunnel when going to Shuangqing, the wilderness ghost village where people and ghosts are indistinguishable, the station where the hell train stopped, the ghost gate opened during the Ghost Festival, and the place he is in right now. Yuan Jialing, even the death train ticket leading to the past, all these supernatural events that happened around Shuangqing City have an inexplicable connection with that ghost town.

"Could it be that this is a supernatural event caused by a ghost more terrifying than the red-clothed ghost?"

Chapter 690 It's Not a Human, It's a Ghost!

"Brother Long is so dedicated today? The broadcast will start all day during the day and continue at night?"

"Looking at Brother Long's face and the surrounding environment, I think it's probably nine out of ten that Brother Long has run into a ghost again, and someone is coming soon to kill the daytime prophet."

"Can you see loneliness in such a thick fog?"

"Brother Long, can you let your old face that has experienced vicissitudes of life out of my sight?"

"..."