No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

In the next second, a large number of evil spirits spread all over the barren mountain.

The darkness as black as ink comes with the erosion of mist, even the deep night can not be compared with this darkness as black as ink, this is a deeper color that cannot penetrate the slightest light.

The dim starlight was submerged, the dim headlights became as weak as fireflies, and the surroundings fell into complete silence. Even the resentful souls in the mass graves all over the mountains and plains were like big black dogs with their tails between their legs, trembling and making the slightest sound. I dare not issue it.

Old Wang and the others only felt the creeps. Compared to tonight, the soul-returning night they experienced was nothing compared to tonight. At that time, they still had the courage to follow Su Che to the upper floors of the building, but now they couldn't even leave the 714 bus. The courage is gone.

"I'm here... help me! Help me!"

"I see you...I see you, save me! Come save me!"

A piercing cry for help came from the darkness as dark as ink, and as the darkness eroded, the piercing cry for help became louder, more terrifying, and more frightening.

A figure whose outline could not be seen was wandering in the darkness as thick as ink, and Lao Wangtou and the others could vaguely see that it was a woman in a white gauze skirt who called for help.

Not only that, in the hazy fog that came with the erosion of darkness, the roar of car engines, the loud noise of violent collisions, the screams of torn limbs... all kinds of disturbing movements followed.

From far to near, gradually approaching the No. 714 bus where Su Che, Lao Wangtou and others are located.

Even the old Wangtou and the others are very clear about what the unusual movement after a long period of silence means.

That ghost... no, it's those two red-clothed ghosts who are about to come to harm people...

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

pat!

There was a crisp sound hidden in the increasingly miserable cry for help, and on a closed window of the No. 714 bus, a series of white marks outlined lines, and the silhouette of Su Che was drawn at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Chapter 770 Surrounding it and it's over!

The window glass depicting Su Che's silhouette was shaken by the wind, and the miserable cry for help turned into the sound of howling ghosts and wolves.

"Your painting level is too low. I, Su, personally suggest that you go back to study for a few years. By then, you will be more proficient in your skills before you come out to harm others."

Su Che had a serious expression on his face, and he grabbed the black book and fished it down. He easily lifted the heavy coffin board. As the strong corpse smell spread, the movement of drawing Su Che's silhouette on the window glass came to a standstill. The ghost who only paints seems to be intimidated by the coffin board.

"Eat me a coffin board!"

The hand lifted the board and dropped it, the rusty and mottled iron sheet of the car body deformed, and the entire window glass shattered in an instant.

The gloomy wind howled in the huge carriage, making the teeth of Old Wang and the others tremble. In their eyes, Su Che, who was holding the coffin board with both hands and smashing it, was no different from Guan Gong alive.

Although they didn't see where the ghost that was making the miserable cry for help was, Su Che's momentum alone was enough to calm the panic in their hearts.

"It's too fierce. Master Su is even more powerful than when we fought in and out of Nanfeng Ghost Town with me!"

"Where is the ghost? Where is the ghost? Why can't I see anything?"

"This is...how come there are two chickens in this ghost bus?"

"Could it be that Master Su and his group carry the chicken for stewing soup with them?"

What the two fresh-faced security guards said caught the attention of the old Wangtou. He followed the sound and saw the bald chicken and the little hen, who had almost lost all their feathers, curled up under the bus seats and stared at them vigilantly.

Seeing this situation, the last bit of panic in Old Wang's heart dissipated immediately. He had seen the power of the little hen in Nanfeng Ghost Town, and the other bald chicken was naked and ugly. Old Wangtou could still vaguely recognize that this chicken was the authentic ten-year-old chicken that he and Su Che brought back from Nanfeng back then.

"Come closer, everyone, these two chickens can deal with ghosts!" Old Wangtou shouted loudly.

Roosters crowed in the carriage, and an expressionless woman appeared from the deep darkness outside the carriage. The white gauze skirt was soaked in blood and dripped down, depicting a tragic scene of a car accident where it passed. A car accident ghost with a terrifying death appearance approached the No. 714 bus along with layers of fog.

"The two red-clothed ghosts inside and outside the village have appeared!"

Bang!

A loud noise came from the back of the No. 714 bus, and the whole bus shook immediately. The crunching movement of the heavily corroded car body twisted and deformed was unbearable, followed by various violent car accidents.

The ghosts of these car accidents did not do anything, and the first action was aimed at completely scrapping the 714 bus.

It's a pity that they made a wrong calculation. As a ghost bus that can't be hit by a street light pole, the 714 bus may collapse at the touch of a touch like paper in normal times, but it can be said to be fully capable of dealing with ghosts.

Even though the ghosts of the car accident flooded in like a flood, and the body of the car was severely deformed, it never ended up in a car crash like the car at the scene of the serial car accident on the Gyeongnam Expressway.

On the contrary, under the violent driving of the subdued ghost, he abruptly made a bloody road from the attack of the ghost in the car accident, and once again staged the scene where the wheels ran over the ghosts everywhere.

"I, Su, want to see, how are you going to crash this ghost bus?"

The life-buying money that drifted out of the car took a sharp turn, and the pure and thorough breath of death enveloped the 714 bus. A large number of car accident ghosts lit up the death countdown in red in the deep darkness, one after another car accident ghosts After the countdown to zero, the death decayed into a black and smelly mud.

The strange creaking sound reappeared, and the twisted and deformed body of the No. 714 bus outlined the outline of Su Che's figure. Another coffin board was thrown out, and the ghost painting was exposed and destroyed.

Su Che jumped off the No. 714 bus with the coffin board on his shoulders, "That's all you can do? If you want to paint and kill people, don't you know how to hide in a corner to paint? You insist on making such a big battle, in front of me, someone Su face to paint?"

The horror of paying for life is approaching, and the red-clothed ghost who has drawn the outline of Su Che's silhouette has long been impatient. Know exactly what it is.

It was a self-portrait that was mostly incomplete, with fair skin and a good face, and it seemed that he was only in his twenties.

A white gauze dress with a sense of time is soaked in scarlet blood, and its life is permanently fixed at this moment.

"It's not a ghost, it's just a painting?" Su Che was greatly surprised. The red-clothed ghost who thought to have a ghost creature was just a self-portrait soaked in blood.

The pupils of the old Wang's head in the car shrank, and he also vaguely saw the appearance of the woman in the white gauze skirt in the deep darkness, and hurriedly shouted at Su Che who was not far away, "Master Su, this one Ghost... This ghost is the female ghost I told you about Jiangxin Tiancun returning to revenge, no wonder my father's portrait appears here, no wonder! No wonder!"

Most of the mutilated self-portrait in the deep darkness swayed with the wind, it seemed unable to snatch the ghost painting tied on the coffin board by the soul rope, and could only move towards Su Che's face at an extremely fast speed.

The coffin board in his hand whizzed by, and the strong corpse smell spread in all directions. The half of the mutilated self-portrait was immediately stained with a layer of pale yellow corpse oil.

The coffin board and most of the mutilated self-portrait were facing each other. Su Che took out the black book and flipped it with one hand, and threw out a few life money that exuded the pure breath of death.

However, the movement of Su Che's hand still didn't stop. When he turned to a blank page of the black book, a faint black mist diffused towards the half of the incomplete self-portrait.

"While your illness is killing you, first get rid of this portrait, and then deal with that red-clothed ghost outside the village!"

The evil spirits of the underworld who were originally just dealing with the car accident ghost, these tool ghosts came in a blink of an eye, and rushed towards the half of the incomplete self-portrait from all directions.

"Good time! You don't need to show any affection for a portrait that isn't even a ghost, just beating it up and beating it up!"

The tit-for-tat situation lasted for five or six minutes, until the green will-o'-the-wisps thrown out by Su Che's life money, and the evil tool ghosts of the underworld dragged him madly out of the deep darkness, The darkness receded, the blood color disappeared, and the half of the incomplete self-portrait was completely silent.

The faint black mist permeating the black book continued to spread, and then enveloped the half-destroyed self-portrait that had been silenced.

'Qi Lu Picked Up Seven: Ghost Painting'

An incomplete portrait slowly emerged from the yellowed paper of the black book, and at the same time, there was an emotional notification from the system.

['Buy life money' favorability task: pain, tearing!Who took our lives?In the early hours of the morning, I drove through the Shanglinshan Tunnel on the Gyeongnam Expressway, and survived until dawn the next day, complete! 】

【Reward Distribution: Broken Portrait (Who...painted for you in the middle of the night?)】

"En? Isn't there another red-clothed ghost over there?" Su Che looked at the No. 714 bus that was besieged by the ghosts in a car accident, but only saw the pale skin of the expressionless woman included in the half of the mutilated self-portrait. In an instant, the black book exploded inch by inch, like a wall ghost, and it burst into yellow-brown plaster that was visible to the naked eye.

"How much resentment did Old Wangtou's father have with that female ghost who lived in Jiangxintian Village back then? Just a self-portrait of it caused the death of people and animals in Shanglin Village and Xialin Village, and then even more so with a red-clothed ghost. The wall ghost at the level of a ghost made the entire Gyeongnam Expressway restless..."

Chapter 770 Biting Your Lips and Grasping on the Painful Points of the Bed is Better Than Losing Your Life!

Wang County is a small city, neither the prosperity of the provincial capital Shuangqing, nor the urban strange stories that have been widely circulated in Jiangcheng.

If there's anything to talk about, it's the turmoil around the highway construction site in recent months, but with the site shut down and construction crews gone, the haunting rumors haven't been tested in time. , it gradually disappeared during the filming process of the "Approaching Science" column group.

After all, this has all entered into science, and you still want to make some supernatural events?

Long Wenhua got out of the Wuling Hongguang van with a pale face, Zhao Tailai and Hong Shan who were traveling with him were also tired, their dusty looks were very strange in this small city with a small floating population.

However, when the people around cast curious eyes and saw the Wuling Hongguang painted with the film crew of the "Approaching Science" column, the curious eyes instantly became clear. Let's see if I can get some autographs. Although I am not a celebrity, I have been on TV anyway, so I can use it as a bragging point in the future, right?

Fortunately, the three of Long Wenhua slipped fast enough that they were not stopped by the onlookers.

"Hey, I, Long, are so unlucky that drinking cold water will clog my teeth." Long Wenhua walked quickly into the hotel where he rested, and sighed.

Hong Shan glanced at Long Wenhua, "Don't say such frustrating words, there is always a way to solve it."

"The origin of the supernatural event of the dead in Shenqiao Village falling into a dream is the death website that appeared strangely on the screen of your boy Long Wenhua's phone last night. The situation has reached this point and we have to prepare for the worst. This death website is very likely It has already spread." Zhao Tailai looked serious, turned his neck and flicked the headset.

Long Wenhua asked with a weary look, "Officer Zhao, we agreed that Shuangqing is only filming programs related to the Ghost Festival... the ghosts of traditional ghost festivals have not advanced to harm people through the Internet. ?”

Hong Shan on the side stared at Long Wenhua with wide eyes in surprise. He didn't expect things to come to this point, and Long Wenhua was still in the mood to joke... No, maybe not. According to Long Wenhua's understanding, this is very likely to be Long Wenhua's true inner thoughts.

Zhao Tailai walked away and whispered into the headset for a while, then turned and continued, "The bureau got news from Haicheng that there has been an accidental death in Haicheng recently, and the deceased's hometown is from Shuangqing's side. There are three people in total, namely Nie Hailin, Bao Jianping and Wang Zhengzuo, among them, except Wang Zhengzuo who completed cremation and burial in the local crematorium in Haicheng, Nie Hailin and Bao Jianping were transported back to Shuangqing from Haicheng by relatives for burial."

Nie Hailin alone caused Long Wenhua to fall into a nightmare of ghosts pressing the bed all night. At the same time, a death website appeared on his mobile phone and interrupted the live broadcast. If Zhao Tailai hadn’t reacted in time, he would have confessed to Shenqiao Village. Now Zhao Tailai actually said that except for Nie Hailin’s accident, In Shuangqing, there was actually another dead person named Bao Jianping...

To be honest, if Long Wenhua hadn't already boarded the pirate ship, based on Long Wenhua's knowledge of how much he was capable of, he might have run away long ago.

This is even more dangerous than following Mr. Su's live broadcast of Tan Lingqia's bad money. Is it something that people can do?

One Nie Hailin almost killed Long Wenhua, the death website is still shrouded in fog, and now there is another Bao Jianping, who can stand it!

"Officer Hong, I, Mr. Long, have been honest and good people since I was a child, except for the fact that I made a lot of bad money in the fake Tangling live broadcast. If this goes on like this, it doesn't matter that I, Mr. Long, run into ghosts everywhere. If you get involved, Officer Hong So what's the matter? Or..."

After thinking about it, Long Wenhua came up with the idea of ​​Hong Shan, trying to find a way out through him.

Hearing this, Hong Shan raised his head to look at Zhao Tailai, then immediately continued to stare at Long Wenhua and shook his head, "I'm not afraid of getting you involved, I've already been mentally prepared for what will happen in this line of work."

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it." Long Wenhua originally wanted to take Hong Shan's route to get away, but the other party didn't accept his trick at all, so he had to sigh deeply, and was ready to lie down.

Hong Shan looked funny from the side, and coughed dryly twice to cover up the almost uncontrollable laughter.

"Comrade Zhao, was transported to Shuangqing by relatives to bury another deceased named Bao Jianping, can you confirm the burial place?"

Zhao Tailai nodded, "Bao Jianping's hometown is also in Wang County, and the time of death was five days ago, and the relatives brought back the body of the deceased the day before yesterday, so the time should arrive in these two days, we might be able to catch up if we move faster." His funeral."

Unlike Zhao Tailai and Long Wenhua, who have rich experience in encountering supernatural events, Hong Shan only experienced the feeling of killing a ghost on the spot with the special bullet provided by Su Che when the red-clothed ghost on the 714 bus attacked the police station. .

"So we don't have much time left, what do we need to prepare in advance? Also, do we need to seal off Bao Jianping's funeral in advance to avoid further impact?"

Hong Shan thought for a while, and then added, "Last night, the death website appeared quickly and disappeared even faster. Up to now, no one can figure out what kind of ghost it is. If our bullets can't deal with it What should I do? After all, this ghost can spread supernatural events through the Internet to harm people, and it must be quite difficult to get rid of this ghost along the network line."

"That's right!" Long Wenhua was stunned for a moment, then got up quickly and said, "Since this ghost is harming people through the Internet, we might as well find some powerful hackers to hack this so-called death website." Is that enough?"

Zhao Tailai glared at Long Wenhua, took a deep breath, "It would be great if it was that simple, but it's a pity that I couldn't save the page of the death website, otherwise I would start with the photos of the dead on the website and follow the clues to find this supernatural The origin of the incident should not be difficult. So what we have to do next is not to find out the ghosts in the death website, but to control the spread of this supernatural incident in Shuangqing, and deal with it after the ghost festival.”

"It's only a few days, just get through these few days."

"...Do you think I, Long, will believe your nonsense?" Long Wenhua slandered in his heart, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. Since he couldn't escape, he had to accept his fate.

Thousands of words can only be merged into one helpless sigh, "Oh..."

From the bottom of his heart, Long Wenhua felt that he might as well continue to brazenly hug Mr. Su's thigh and live-stream Tanling... Wasn't it just being oppressed by a female ghost?

It's better to bite your lip and hold on to the pain point of the bed than to lose your life!