No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Not long after continuing to move forward, another thunderstorm exploded in the dark clouds above the rain curtain. The lightning sparked along the way. After passing through the thunderstorm, the torrential rain subsided at a speed visible to the naked eye. When we arrived at the mourning hall, only the raindrops remained from the downpour just now.

The crowd of alcoholics in front of the mourning hall continued, but not only did not decrease compared to before, but the number of people was increasing. Even many people who were busy with the work at hand joined the ranks of alcoholics, drinking one cup after another. Fill in.

Some people become unconscious after drinking, foaming at the mouth, unconsciously vomiting out the waste accumulated in the stomach, and still pouring cup after cup into their stomachs, as if drinking to death before dying.

Lao Ma and Lao Ding just glanced at the noisy mourning hall, their expressions remained the same, and they didn't notice anything wrong.

Su Che stopped for the second time. What happened outside the mourning hall was obviously unreasonable, but Lao Ma and Lao Ding turned a deaf ear to it.

But Su Che still didn't find any ghosts among the alcoholic crowd.

"Mr. Su, why did you stop again?" The old horse turned around and saw that Su Che had stopped at the place where he was asking the question, and he was puzzled.

But Lao Ding seemed to have something wrong, he and Su Che stopped almost at the same time, staring straight at the drunken crowd.

Su Che glanced at Lao Ding, his face moved slightly, and rushed to Lao Ding in three steps at a time. The professor Yang's pointer in his sleeve popped out instantly, and the blazing blue arc was about to go off.

There was a piercing sound of lightning and thunder.

"What's the matter?" The old horse was taken aback by Su Che's action, and hurriedly asked.

Su Che slowly spread his hands, staring at the drunken people outside the mourning hall, his voice was very flat, "Of course it's a ghost!"

"It turned out to be a ghost, I thought it was..." The old horse let out a breath, his hair suddenly exploded, and his voice suddenly raised an octave, "Ghost?"

Turning his gaze to Su Che's outstretched palm, the old horse suddenly saw a yellow tooth in Su Che's palm, with a little bit of gingival flesh remaining at the root of the tooth, smeared with blood.

The old horse's face was cloudy and uncertain, and he felt uncomfortable facing this tooth that seemed to have just been pulled out of a human mouth.

His palms became wet and sticky, and cold sweat dripped from his forehead. The old horse had obviously thought of something, and looked at Su Che in horror, "Mr. Su, what do you mean...the dead people in the mourning hall... ...turned into a ghost?"

Lao Ma had been working as a second-hand dealer in the antique street of Jiangcheng for a long time. He had heard a little about ghosts and other evil things.

"Su... Mr. Su, you... don't scare me, my old horse... I am timid... I can't stand being scared... . " The old horse's teeth began to chatter.

The sudden change frightened the old horse half to death, and he couldn't figure out what was so strange about a group of people drinking desperately outside the mourning hall. Isn't it normal to drink some wine at a funeral?

You can see that person is still blowing on the bottle after vomiting, and some people still unconsciously pour wine into their mouths even when they are drunk.

Isn't this... all normal?

Why did it become a haunted ghost when it came into Mr. Su's mouth?

The old horse didn't say what was in his heart, but Su Che looked at his perplexed emotions, and could easily confirm that the old horse didn't believe the words he said at all. The weird situation was so obvious that the old horse He and Lao Ding still insisted that what happened before them was reasonable.

"This ghost can change the perception of living people!" Su Che became interested in an instant. The ghost in front of him was probably only as weird as Chen Chen's uncle in Nanfeng Ghost Town.

He teased the old horse, "What good can I do by lying to you? Old horse come in with me for a drink?"

The old horse immediately became nervous and shook his head restlessly. Su Che didn't want to take the old horse to find this ghost who can only change the perception of living people.

Entrust the motionless old Ding to the old horse, and tell them not to approach the scene of alcoholism outside the mourning hall, it is best not to even look at it.

"When Lao Ma first arrived in Menqian Town, Lao Ding called Lao Ding. On the phone, Lao Ding seemed to say that the deceased was his fifth uncle, who died of drunkenness this morning. This ghost who can only change the cognition of the living should now Even ghosts are not counted, they just change the cognition of living people nearby and make them drink wildly and die drunk."

Su Che looked at the yellowed teeth in his palm, and there was only one doubt in his heart, "This ghost that can only change the cognition of living people, is it Lao Ding's fifth uncle who died of drunkenness this morning? If so, then I experienced a ghost before. The incident, and the conjectures established on the cause of ghosts and ghosts may all be overturned."

They were born for no reason, and most of them cannot communicate. They are full of malice towards the world of living people, and they unconsciously and instinctively create killings, triggering vicious and terrifying supernatural events. This kind of speculation is too appalling.

At this moment, Su Che gradually had the answer in his heart.

Closing the umbrella and throwing it on the side of the road, Su Che walked slowly towards the unfinished mourning hall. Su Che felt a chill coming from the place less than ten meters away from the mourning hall, and the chaotic sound of drinking reverberated around.

Going forward, a pair of drunken eyes appeared in front of Su Che. This was a young man who was blinded by alcohol, dressed in sackcloth and mourning. He seemed to be a relative of the deceased. He handed Su Che a bottle of ha Beer, grabbed his clothes and dragged him to the place outside the mourning hall, and at the same time kept muttering, "Let's have a beer!"

"I don't know if you've heard a word?" Su Che patted the young man's drunken face, he hiccupped, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face. After a while, his face was full of doubts. He shook his head to show that he didn't know.

"When an avalanche occurs, every snowflake is bravely rushing to the horizon!" Su Che looked at the Harbin beer in his hand, and said to this young man in mourning with a straight face.

He walked quickly to the outside of the mourning hall. The pungent smell of wine pervaded the small area. Everyone was drunk. Seeing a newcomer joining the wine bureau, they flocked to Su Che. The strong smell of wine Come on.

"They're all living people. That ghost didn't show up, but it should be around here." Su Che thought to himself, he squeezed away the crowd, walked straight to the table outside the mourning hall, and poured the beer in his hand onto the table. When it hit it, white foam and glass shards splashed in all directions, and then the whole table was violently overturned with both hands.

"Shit you!"

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Bang.

The table crashed to the ground.

The wooden table in the crowd of alcoholics was overturned by Su Che, and the noisy crowd fell into dead silence at this moment, and a pair of red eyes with hazy consciousness looked at Su Che dully.

"Drink...drink..."

The crowd gathered around Su Che, repeating these words with foamy mouth.

"Are you human? If you say such things to me, I'm still a child!"

Su Che stretched out his hand to push aside the crowd gathered towards him, and took a few steps before. His goal was the corpse of the deceased covered in white cloth in the unfinished mourning hall.

The alcoholic crowd gathered around still unconsciously stared at Su Che with red eyes, and frequently raised their wine glasses to splash Su Che.

Drunk.

The stalemate didn't last long. Seeing that Su Che hadn't had half a drink, the faces of the drunken crowd surrounding Su Che became ferocious and fierce, and they began to show strong aggressiveness.

The drunken demeanor, the ferocious face, and the intoxicating smell of alcohol all rushed towards Su Che.

Almost all directions were occupied by drunken people, who were about to tear Su Che into pieces and make them into side dishes for drinking.

However, Su Che didn't panic at all, the short-distance impact skill instantly released his whole body to rush forward, and the drunken crowd was knocked over by Su Che's brute force.

Accompanied by the screams one after another, the road in front of Su Che was smooth, and the mourning hall where the corpses of the dead were covered with white cloth suddenly blows out a cold aura, directly towards Su Che's door.

"It's really you who made the trouble!" Su Che stared at the corpse covered in white cloth in the mourning hall, and continued to walk forward.

At some point, the white cloth covering the corpse of the deceased slipped down silently, and the emaciated corpse of a seventy-year-old man appeared in Su Che's sight. It was different from the pale and bloodless skin color of Su Che's usual corpses. This seventy-year-old man The skin of the thin corpse showed the same flush, as if it was not dead, but fell into a deep sleep after drinking too much.

Due to the fact that the simple mourning hall has not yet been built, not only the coffin was not ready, but even the portrait of the deceased was not placed.

After a while, the unusually flushed face of the [-]-year-old man covered with wrinkles and age spots disappeared in a flash before Su Che's eyes. When he regained consciousness, the body of the [-]-year-old man had suddenly disappeared from the bed where the body was placed.

Su Che's originally sober brain seemed to be hit in the head suddenly, and his consciousness stagnated strangely. He seemed to be dumbfounded and stood there, motionless.

The next place where the corpse of the old man in his seventies appeared was in front of Su Che. All the alcoholic crowd who were attacking Su Che's ferocious face drowned Su Che in the crowd, and the corpse of the old man in his seventies approached Su Che step by step.

The body of the [-]-year-old man whose skin was flushed all over his body suddenly stopped when he was only a dozen centimeters away from Su Che, and didn't continue to move forward. It seemed to smell a dangerous breath.

The word 'two' next to Su Che's shadow seemed to be flowing with fresh blood, exuding a faint fishy and sweet smell. If the corpse of the seventy-year-old man moved one step forward, he would step on the word 'two'.

puff-

The next moment, Su Che, who was standing there dumbfounded, suddenly jumped up, and the sharp wooden stick that had been consecrated in the back mountain pierced from top to bottom from the sky cap of the old man's body in his seventies.

"Didling, I'm just sitting still and not resisting, you still don't dare to attack me, what a waste." The dull expression on Su Che's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a dismissive and mocking tone.

The sharp wooden stick that was consecrated was stabbed into the top of the head of the old man in his seventies with brute force by Su Che. It can be seen that the old man may have had high blood pressure before his death. Lasing out around the wound.

Just like the peach wood sword that Su Che bought from the old horse for 88 yuan, Su Che only felt the sharp stick in his hand was warm, and then the yellow paper with ghostly symbols wrapped around the stick ignited instantly, and a blazing fire burst out in seven The top of the old man Xun's body was burning with all his might.

"Old man, it's hard for you to invite me to drink, so I will reluctantly offer you a stick of incense." Su Che raised his leg and kicked the dead body of the seventy-year-old man standing in front of him. The huge force exploded from his leg, throwing a stick of incense to you. The body of the seventy-year-old man was kicked flying.

The consecration did not succeed, the sharp wooden stick that emitted the raging fire was quickly charred black, and the body of the seventy-year-old man seemed to be completely unharmed except that the hair on his head was burned off by the raging fire from the sharp eyes.

The body of the [-]-year-old man who was hit by this blow stared at Su Che with the same red eyes as those of the alcoholics, and retreated as if oiling the soles of his feet.

You young brat doesn't talk about martial arts, but pretends to be a living person to cheat and attack me, an old ghost in his seventies and eighties, I advise you to be a mouse tail juice.

The trick of changing the cognition of living people has no effect on Su Che, and from the "two" next to Su Che's shadow, he can feel the breath of a red-clothed ghost. A ghost more terrifying than himself, instinctively backs down.

Then, sing the song and drink the wine.

It's a pity that Su Che doesn't think so. After confirming that the sharp wooden stick failed to consecrate, he showed Professor Yang's pointer in his sleeve, and the blazing blue arc sizzled. The fog has changed into the same old way. If it is not known that Butcher Deng in this butcher's knife has become a red-clothed ghost, it is absolutely impossible to guess that there is a red-clothed ghost hidden in this greasy-looking pig-butcher's knife.

This ghost can change the cognition of living people. Even Su Che was tricked at the very beginning. He couldn't detect the existence of the seventy-year-old ghost, so the spirit of scientific exploration in his heart greatly increased. Grab it and study how it works.

The body of the [-]-year-old man who lay back on the mortuary bed said that he was split on the spot, and the kid who pretended to be a living person not only did not speak martial arts, but was simply insane.

The butcher's knife and Professor Yang's whip flashing blazing blue arcs came hand in hand. The alcoholic crowd who attacked Su Che with ferocious faces were stunned by the blazing blue arc on the spot. He couldn't stand up, foaming at the mouth and twitching unconsciously.

The butcher's knife was pressed against the neck of the corpse of the seventy-year-old man, and Professor Yang's whip hit the unusually flushed skin of the seventy-year-old man, and the wandering electric arc spread in all directions, "Old man, you have to hold on, I will rescue you right away!"

The corpse of the seventy-year-old man trembled, and the sharp wooden stick stuck on top of its head crackled and exploded under the influence of the free electric arc. The white wreath on the white wreath, unexpectedly choked on speechless at this moment.

I'm completely cold, I can't die anymore, people have turned into ghosts, why don't you save the air here?

"Old man, you can't give up treatment. I, Su, is a professional doctor. You have to trust me, you can still be saved!"

The old man in his seventies stared at his red eyes with reluctance. Su Che continued to increase the power of the blazing blue arc of Professor Yang's pointer, and the corpse twitched crazily under the stimulation of the strong high-voltage current. It wanted to struggle, resist, and even kill the pretender. As a living person, a young imp who sneaked up on him.

But when the pig-killing knife was placed on its neck, the bloody "two" character was close at hand, and the terrifying dimensionality reduction blow brought by the two red-clothed ghosts, especially its killing method that changed the perception of living people completely affected Su. When Che fails.

It's definitely not that our side is weak, it's really that the other party is cheating!

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[Mission Progress Update: Hunter in the Dark Night (Tier 27) 30/[-]]

Stuffing the body of the seventy-year-old man into the black book of the Ghost Story Association, and watching the words "Qi Wu Shi Nine: Fragrance of the Dead" slowly appear in the yellowed paper catalog, he put away the black book of the Ghost Story Association.

Su Che waved his sleeves, not taking away a single cloud. When the drunken crowd who had been stunned by Su Che's electric shock for a long time woke up, what appeared in front of them was a messy mourning hall and missing corpses.

Urban horror legends about the fraudulent corpses of the dead in Menqian Town spread like wildfire.

At this time, Su Che was sitting in the co-pilot seat of the old horse's Iraq war-damaged Wuling Hongguang. Facing the strange expression of the old horse who hesitated to speak, stopped and wanted to speak, and finally forgot to say something, Su Che didn't bother to explain. , After all, this kind of thing is too troublesome to explain.

"Mr. Su, the lightning-struck neck tree on the mountain behind Lao Ding's house, do you want me to help you take it back to the city?" the old horse who had been holding back for a long time asked carefully.

Su Che was holding a scorched black sharp wooden stick in his hand. The previous consecration obviously failed. This consecration object made of the trunk of a tree with a bent neck after being struck by lightning was the same as Su Che bought from the old horse at the beginning, worth 88 yuan. Qian's mahogany sword is no different.

On the contrary, after Su Che used this sharp wooden stick to pierce the cap of the seventy-year-old man's corpse, the sharp wooden stick unexpectedly possessed a warm touch similar to that of a consecrated mahogany sword. Of course, this feeling is not obvious, and Su Che needs to feel very carefully to be vaguely aware of it.

"Most of the time, only a ghost can deal with another ghost." Su Che whispered the words that Zhao Tailai said to him on the 714 bus.

After thinking for a while, he said to himself thoughtfully, "The consecrated coffin board is the tombstone of the ghost that was struck by lightning, and this wooden stick produced some inconspicuous effects only after it came into contact with the ghost. , it seems that ghosts are probably an indispensable part of the consecration process."

Hurry up and write down your findings in a memorandum titled "Exploration and Prospect of the Consecration Process".

After encrypting and saving the memo, Su Che withdrew his divergent thinking and answered the old horse, "Jiangdu Garden, just take the crooked-neck tree that was struck by lightning to the bus platform of Jiangdu Garden Station, and I will go and get it myself when the time comes."

"Okay." Lao Ma shouted with great interest, then observed Su Che's expression, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Su, is Lao Ding and Fifth Uncle's house really haunted?"

His eyes circled back and forth on the scorched sharp wooden stick in Su Che's hand. He had personally witnessed how this sharp wooden stick was made by Su Che from scratch, and now this sharp look is another A battle-hardened, highly worn look.