No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Hearing the strange murmur from the radio turned into Yuan Yi's message in his ears, Su Che glanced back, and the terrifying dead face belonging to Yuan Yi was reflected on the French windows of the living room, casting a cold and frightening look. look.

"Can you see anything on that French window?" Su Che asked others.

They all turned their heads to look back, saying that they didn't see anything weird on the French window that Su Che was pointing at.

Seeing this situation, Su Che guessed that this dead face was a scary thing made by Yuan Yi, so he ignored it and continued to listen to the voice from the radio.

"Maybe you won't believe it, since I can remember, I have been able to see the world that ordinary people can't see..."

Having said that, Yuan Yi was silent for a few seconds.

"The world of ghosts and more unspeakable monsters."

"Perhaps you don't believe that there are ghosts in this world, but I can tell you responsibly that everything I'm going to say next is true. It's an extremely terrifying ghost. It doesn't exist in our eyes. The world I see does not have a specific shape, and its influence ranges from Shuangqing... maybe not only Shuangqing, but also includes a large area around Shuangqing City. According to my experience in running the haunted house in Shuangqing until now Investigation, the Yuanjialing incident back then... Hehe, maybe you don’t remember the existence of Yuanjialing at all.”

Yuan Yi suddenly sneered a few times, "The Yuanjialing incident back then was just the tip of the iceberg affected by this terrifying ghost. As far as I know, the ghost village that mysteriously disappeared on the Qingnan Expressway at Linshan, and the death train that caused a lot of noise in the past two years , the strange rumors of ghosts during the Ghost Festival around Shuangqing City, and the thing under the subway line [-]...etc, these uncountable supernatural events are all related to this ghost."

"Do you know? Sometimes I really think that it may not be a ghost, it is a god, not the kind of tangible, artificially created clay god, but the kind of invisible and matterless existence... Death! So let's call it Death for the time being."

"Despair and pain bring irrepressible madness, and only death... death is eternal relief."

Panting heavily, he finished speaking this sentence, and after more than a minute, Yuan Yi's voice appeared again on the radio.

"The leader of a cult organization found me. Like me, he was aware of the existence of the god of death, but unlike me, he lost his mind and fell into madness, wantonly killing, and wanted to bring the god of death to his despair and pain. Return it back intact, for which he abandoned his useless identity as a living person and became something neither human nor ghost."

"And me? I'm just immersed in the fear brought by Yuanjialing all day long, and I'm in a state of panic all day long, barely leaning on this house, this No. 148 Zijin Avenue, to survive."

"I have completely lost this so-called death divination game, and there is absolutely no possibility of surviving from his hands."

"So I hid the entrance to Yuanjialing, but he also tampered with my haunted house. Five lives plus the ghost he found from nowhere, turned my nightmare into a mirror in the haunted house. It became a reality!"

"I don't know how long I can live, but one thing I can say responsibly is that he, a cult lunatic, doesn't know the horror of the ghost of death. Once his purpose is achieved, the god of death will completely come to you. In the area it affects, everyone will die at that time, and no one can escape the death it brings."

"Stop him, definitely stop him!"

The content recorded on the tape ends here.

Then the system's emotional notification sound slowly appeared in Su Che's mind.

[Urgent challenge mission: Death is coming (Note: This mission is extremely dangerous, and there is a high possibility of unknown horrors. I hope the host chooses carefully.)】

[Is there such a possibility that when you know it exists, it has already entangled you?Survive the onslaught of Reaper and wipe out all traces of Reaper's existence. (Note: Reaper cannot be eliminated by conventional means.)]

[Dangerous degree: ★★★★]

[Task time limit: None (unless you can chat and laugh with the god of death.)]

[Reward: Antique wind chimes without sound (a first-class cultural relic, be careful of being caught.)]

[Achievement: Friend of Death God (You have been marked with the mark of Death God, besides attracting Death God's attack, it seems to have other unknown magical effects.)]

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"???"

Su Che's head was full of question marks, Yuan Jialing and the Tarot Club's troubles had not been resolved yet, and Yuan Yi, who was already cold, brought him new problems.

But this is not all bad news, at least he knows the purpose of the Fool, "The Tarot card in the Fool's hand is also a supernatural event affected by this god of death? Once he knows its existence, he will be entangled, and what follows Attack until death, and it cannot be eliminated by conventional means..."

"So, it can be eliminated by unconventional means?" Su Che began to ponder.

In his opinion, the god of death who was directly related to that ghost city was probably also a ghost roughly similar to the death pendulum clock on the Jiangcheng Lanjiang Bridge.

However, this ghost called Death God has undoubtedly gone completely out of control, and the scope of influence of the supernatural event has spread to the entire Shuangqing City, and even further places have been affected to a certain extent.

"There is only a thousand days to be a thief, how can there be any reason to guard against a thief for a thousand days? In the dark side of Shuangqing City, there is also a ghost called the God of Death, isn't it... the first is to be strong, and the second is to suffer. Before my troubles, I will bring some troubles to it first."

Just do it, Su Che stuffed the radio and the tape into the backpack, and then repeated the trick to get the black hard shell paper prepared earlier, the normal stainless steel spoon, and the unused last time from the backpack. The consecration is turned out with blood-colored plaque.

Seven or eight sheets of black hard shell paper were stitched together, and with a red pen, they wrote "Hometown: Ghost Town Outside No Man's Ghost Platform of Subway Line [-], Shuangqing City" and "Name: Reaper", and then turned the pen around, Start to draw ghost symbols for consecration with blood-colored plaque on each stainless steel spoon.

"Last time when I was in Baiping Town, I tried this trick and it can be used against ghosts. I hope the hired Spoon Killer thugs can be of use to me." Su Che said to himself.

Wrap a stainless steel spoon in his hand with pieced together black hard shell paper, and then directly ignite it with a lighter.

In an instant, the fire was burning brightly, and the orange flame completely covered the black hard shell paper. After a few seconds, the orange flame swayed and turned into a dark blue and black color. The stainless steel spoon inside the hard shell paper quickly melted into molten iron.

The burnt confetti was blown away by the gusts of wind, the blackened eye sockets, the whites of the eyes with bursting capillaries, the pupils the size of pinpoints...

Wait, something seems wrong, why does the pupil look a little big?

That's right, the Spoon Killer that appeared from the drifting embers stood over three meters high, and looked like an enlarged version of the ordinary Spoon Killer made of seven or eight black hard shells. Pulling open the skirt, inside the same black high-necked windbreaker, rows of stainless steel spoons exuding a strong warmth are neatly stacked, which looks terrifying.

"Thank you Spoon Killer, this time you have been strengthened, and the ghost called Death is entrusted to you!" Su Che said.

It was the first time that everyone in the Ghost Story Association and Yuan He saw Su Che looking for the Spoon Killer as a thug, and seeing the scaled-up version of the Spoon Killer disappear without a trace, they couldn't help but shudder.

"President, when did you go to Nanyang to learn the head lowering technique?" Kuang Cheng asked tremblingly.

Su Che picked up the pure white wedding dress and the blood-stained bone-cutting knife wrapped in it, "This is not a head-cutting technique, I just paid a little money to ask it to help me find trouble with another ghost."

As the warm wind blew across his cheeks, Su Che saw that the word 'two' next to his shadow was becoming more scarlet, and the blood was rolling, which seemed to indicate that something terrible was about to appear.

But it quickly calmed down again, and the tumbling bloodshot lined up the writing that only Su Che could see.

'It wants you to die...but something stops it, comes and goes'

"Qiu Lan, can you detect the attack that the god of death is about to launch on me?" Su Che asked in a low voice.

The tumbling bloodshots lined up again.

'Can'

"That's a good relationship. When the god of death is about to attack me, remember to warn in advance." Su Che said again.

The tumbling blood thread started to move again.

'it is good'

Seeing the distorted blood flowing out of the word 'two' return to the original place, Su Che's heart that was still hanging in the air suddenly relaxed a lot. With Qiu Lan's warning, plus the daily wave of spoon killer attacks against the god of death, it should be It can make this so-called god of death have no time to care about him for the time being.

"Do you think I'll believe the nonsense you said, President?" Kuang Cheng almost believed that Su Che's act of looking for the spoon killer just now was a head-bending technique, and wanted to find out more detailed operation methods.

It's a pity that Su Che was already walking upstairs.

He was holding a pure white wedding dress in his hand, and the blood-stained bone-cutting knife wrapped in it released a strong ominous breath, "The second floor is full of bedrooms, let's go directly to the attic to have a look, if there is only the female ghost just now, then this one The place is safe for the time being, let’s put other people here, and then find a way to lure out the Fool and the zombie that scared you so much, old K.”

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"Ahead... is Yuanjialing..."

Chai Qian looked at the road sign illuminated by the headlights, and the old face with a beard and vicissitudes under the road sign, and couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the specially-made loaded pistol.

"Is it a human or a ghost?" He shouted in a deep voice.

"It's a person, it's a person!" The man quickly responded.

When the man walked over quickly and his appearance was completely in Chai Qian's sight, he vaguely felt that this old face with unshaven beard and vicissitudes was somewhat familiar.

"Who are you?" Chai Qian asked again.

The man smiled bitterly, "My surname is Long, and I'm an outdoor anchor for spirit detection. I accidentally lost my way in the wild. Comrade police, you have to help me."

"Surnamed Long? The anchor of Tanling?" Chai Qian looked up and down suspiciously at the person outside the car, "You can't be Brother Long from the friend of the female ghost in Jiangcheng?"

As Long Wenhua, who has experienced all kinds of real supernatural events recently, and has been running around to engage in live broadcasts of spirit exploration, he can be regarded as an old acquaintance in the eyes of some Dongjiang Guoan members, and Chai Qian is the one who loves Long Wenhua. One of the members of Dongjiang Guoan with a familiar background.

"It's me, that's right, it's me, comrade policeman, do you know me?" Long Wenhua's old bearded face outside the car was full of surprise.

Chai Qian glanced at him several times, but the ghost pen growing in the flesh and blood of his arm did not respond. He was roughly sure that Long Wenhua in front of him was alive.

Putting his finger on the trigger, Chai Qian frowned and opened the car door, saying, "I've watched your live broadcast a few times, why did you come to Yunshan? Hurry up and get in the car, this place is not safe. "

"This... I don't know about it. I opened my eyes and found myself in this ghost place. Comrade policeman, you are the first living person I saw. This place is too haunted. It's fierce..." Long Wenhua shrank his head, and couldn't wait to get into the co-pilot position of the police car, but after seeing the experimental 80mm rocket launcher placed in the co-pilot position, , had to turn around and sit in the back seat of a police car with a lot of ammunition piled up.

"By the way, did you enter Yuanjialing live last time?" Chai Qian asked suddenly.

Long Wenhua, who had just sat in the back seat of the police car, was startled for the naked eye, and then replied, "Yes... yes..."

Through the rearview mirror, Chai Qian clearly observed the unnatural expression on Long Wenhua's face after hearing this question.

At this time, he noticed that the clothes on Long Wenhua sitting in the back seat were a bit weird. A long white robe wrapped his body, and a pair of muddy sandals were under his feet. He didn't seem to be wearing pants, and his thick leg hair directly exposed to air.

Not only that, but Chai Qian also vaguely saw irregular protrusions that formed a straight line behind the neck of the white robe wrapped by Long Wenhua, and it gave him a feeling of emptiness under the white robe.

Long Wenhua in front of him seemed to be a living person on the surface, and Guibi didn't react when encountering a ghost.

But Chai Qian had an inexplicable intuition——

Long Wenhua in the back seat was just a living human body with only a superficial appearance, and what was hidden inside was some kind of terrifying inhuman existence.

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"It's really unlucky. I said how could there be a checkpoint inhabited by living people in this ghostly place with no villages and no shops. I almost fell for these ghosts."

Long Wenhua leaned against the outer wall of the checkpoint, cold sweat dripped down his forehead unstoppably, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest.

Snapped.

There was a faint movement from the checkpoint not far away. I don't know if it was Long Wenhua's psychological effect. He suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone was standing next to him, leaning towards him against the wall. He blew a breath of cold air on his neck, which made him tremble violently, and his beating heart almost jumped out of his throat.

At this moment, the door of the checkpoint seemed to be pushed by the cold air that made Long Wenhua tremble all over, making an extremely shrill and long sound.

crunch......

Like a stone thrown into a calm pond, it caused ripples, and the night sky shrouded in thick mist did not know when to reveal a few dim moonlight, cold and desolate.

Long Wenhua's eyes widened and he turned his head abruptly. Through the crack of the door, he saw clearly the scene inside the checkpoint.

From the window, one can see nothing but the brightly lit checkpoint, and everything is drawn into the haze of night. The blurred outlines of tables, chairs, benches, folding beds are like terrifying ghosts, barking their teeth and claws at Long Wenhua.

The voice of talking and talking with the local accent is still the same, but Long Wenhua doesn't even see a living person, not even the expected ghost.

Bang.

Before Long Wenhua regained his composure, the consecrated mahogany sword in his hand suddenly erupted with astonishing heat, and the red ghost-painted talisman lines almost burned, dispelling the dark haze approaching Long Wenhua.

"Fuck, I didn't go in to look for you, why did you come out?" Long Wenhua habitually swears, and then the whole person bounces off the wall against which his back is leaning, and subconsciously starts to run for his life, facing forward. The long and narrow mountain road covered by fog kept running wildly.

He doesn't know where he is at all, and it's impossible to escape from this mountain road covered by thick fog and full of scary ghosts. His only hope at the moment is the live broadcast room that is continuously sending signals to the outside world Whether it was Zhao Tailai and the others who came to find him, or he was lucky enough to be seen by Mr. Su on the live broadcast, let the mobile phone ghost who tortured him last time and claimed to be Mr. Chen come to save him.

"Help, a ghost has killed someone, a ghost is about to kill someone, come and save me, Long!"

Long Wenhua silently shouted in his heart.