No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

However, he heard that the hermit who died on the spot in the joint siege by Dongjiang Guoan and the Handong Armed Forces Special Service Team unexpectedly came back to life and betrayed the Tarot Society. Even the incident four years ago may have been planned by the hermit alone, causing The Tarot Society has been hit hard, and even now it has not been able to regain its former glory.

Thinking back to the time when the members of the Tarot Society spread all over the Dongjiang and Handong provinces, they could make troubles wherever they wanted, and how fun it was to wantonly create supernatural events, and then think back to how the Tarot Society is like a street rat, only daring to hide in remote places. The treatment in the mountain village, the man in the light blue shirt wished he could tear the hermit himself.

"If you fight against the outside world, you must first secure the inside, and the hermit must die!" He gritted his teeth.

It was 21:[-] in the morning, and the incomparably deep darkness appeared at the far end of the road. The body of the man in the light blue shirt was trembling with excitement, and it became more and more obvious.

When the No. 714 bus came in front of him, he suddenly restrained his trembling behavior and looked up at the rusty and overgrown ghost bus, like a ghost bus just fished out of the bottom of the river.

Crunch, crunch.

The heavily corroded door of the No. 714 bus opened slowly, and a whole face seemed to have been run over by a wheel, and the horrible ghost came into view first.

The man in the light blue shirt muttered unexpectedly, "After so many years, the driver of the ghost bus has changed ghosts. The world is really impermanent. When the plan is successfully implemented, I may be able to get this ghost bus... ..."

He looked around the damp carriage. Scattered passengers were scattered all over the carriage. Some looked at him who had just gotten into the car and whispered, some were expressionless and numb, and some couldn't hide their excited expressions. Come to discover yourself as a member of the Tarot Society.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but outline a slight arc. The man in the light blue shirt was picking his prey among the passengers in the car. His eyes first set on the three members of the Guild of Ghost Story, and he could detect it just by looking at them. The three of them were haunted by ghosts, and they were all extremely difficult ghosts, especially Kuang Cheng, who was half human and half corpse. The smell of zombies made him frown slightly.

Firstly, the three members of the Ghost Story Association were excluded, and then he set his eyes on Bai Jing who was sitting in the corner for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled. The burnt smell lingered around his nostrils, and the black, empty eyes of the female ghost in white shirt met his gaze. The smoky burning sensation instantly flooded all his senses, and his pupils shrank subconsciously.

"Damn it, she belongs to the hermit...how did she appear on this ghost bus? Could it be that this is a trap set by the hermit?" The man in the light blue shirt stepped on the threshold of the bus. The feet hovered abruptly in mid-air.

Just as he was about to back up, there was a creak behind him. The heavily corroded car door predicted his prediction and locked the door ahead of time.

"What are you doing in a daze? If you want to take the car, sit, if you don't take the car, get out!" The horrible ghost glared at him angrily, as if his face had been run over by a wheel.

"This ghost...is not quite right..."

At the moment when the ghost in uniform was swearing, the man in the light blue shirt had the urge to jump out of the car and run away on the spot, but he didn't act rashly. This ghost bus was not the only one that had something to do with the hermit Bai Jing, and other newcomers who seemed to have just joined the Tarot Club not long ago.

Observing in secret for a while, the cabin of the No. 714 bus was still calm. The excited face of the man in the light blue shirt slowly darkened. He stared at Bai Jing for a long time. Seeing that Bai Jing didn't notice him at all, his heart ached The vigilance eased slightly.

Turn your gaze to the last two people in the carriage.

The skin covered with corpse spots, the lifeless face, and the bleeding chest, this is a rare living dead, the man in the light blue shirt detests An Donglin as a living dead even more than the half-human, half-corpse Kuang Cheng, Even looking at it for a second was too much, so he quickly turned his gaze to the last person in the carriage.

The first time he saw Su Che, his eyes lit up instantly. This is a young man who looks ordinary except for being a little handsome and sunny. It's just that he faintly exudes the aura of a red-clothed ghost. He was not afraid of rejoicing when he saw the aura belonging to the red-clothed ghost.

Beneath the calm exterior is a rotten inner world, "It's you. After eradicating the traitor, the hermit, the red dress on your body...I'm going to decide!"

He walked quickly to Su Che's side and sat down. He observed the surprise in the eyes of the young man in front of him, and sneered in his heart, "Another idiot who was limped by them, but I have to thank them. I have a big gift!"

"Newcomer?" The man in the light blue shirt had a half-smile on his face.

Su Che nodded pretending to be ignorant, "That's right, I only joined the Tarot Club last week, how about you? When did you join the Tarot Club?"

"Then you have to call me senior, I joined the Tarot Society seven years ago." The man in the light blue shirt smiled brighter and brighter, "My surname is Liu, you can call me Brother Liu, everyone People from the Tarot Society should help each other!"

"Wait a minute, Brother Liu, oh no, I can't call you that just yet!" Su Che said solemnly, "What evidence do you have to prove that you are a member of the Tarot Society? You can't just rely on your mouth! "

"Ah, here." The man who called himself Brother Liu showed surprise on his face, looked at Su Che with a look of 'this kid must be a fool', and then said in a deep voice, "I will stay up late at night to board this ghost tour." The bus came to meet you and go to Tangshan Reservoir, doesn't that prove that I am a member of the Tarot Society?"

"Who knows, what if the news is leaked by a member of the Tarot Society and a member of Dongjiang Guoan gets into the car? Yes, that's right! Our Tarot Society will do it as a bad thing, and our hands will be stained with the blood of innocent people." How could a cult have such enthusiastic and friendly members as you? I now suspect that you are an insider trying to break into the Tarot Society!"

The 54-type pistol was as fast as lightning and pressed against the forehead of the man who claimed to be Brother Liu. Su Che made a posture that he would pull the trigger at any time, "As smart as I am, how could I be deceived by you who are insidious and cunning? Die, you ghost!"

Chapter 410 Pure passers-by, say what you have to say, don't brag or criticize, what they say makes sense

In the face of Su Che's anti-guest, taking the lead, the thief shouted "Stop the thief", as long as I can catch the ghost fast enough, I will not be acting outrageously by the ghost.

What else can the three members of the Guai Tan Association say, of course they improvised, to match Su Che's acting skills!

"Pure passer-by, your painting style is indeed different from all of us, and the possibility of being an insider is very high!" Fatty Qian said impatiently first.

Then Kuang set up Ma Budao, "One thing to say, I think he is right, why don't you go back and get a certificate that proves that you are a member of the Tarot Society, and then get in the car and go to Tangshan Reservoir with us How about meeting?"

"Indeed, I think, if you don't brag, you two are right." Xiao Tiantian said softly.

With a cold gun against his forehead, the man who claimed to be Brother Liu would never have dreamed that he would meet with the summoned Tarot Society tonight in this way. He was almost laughed at by Su Che's outrageous behavior at first, and then The attitude of the three members of the Guaitan Association, who acted lightly and casually, almost closed themselves off on the spot.

Are newcomers in this age so inappropriate?

Forcibly suppressing the urge to turn his face, he patiently explained to Su Che, "The news we convey will never be intercepted by unrelated people. Only members who have been in contact with Tarot cards can hear the news of meeting at Tangshan Reservoir."

"Who did you recruit into the Tarot Club, you don't even understand this common sense?"

"The Hanged Man in Tomb Village, Nanhe County!" Su Che replied calmly.

The man who called himself Brother Liu frowned and cursed in his heart, "The people recruited by a lunatic are indeed lunatics, no, this guy is obviously crazier than a lunatic, he is simply crazy!"

"Although we kill people everywhere, create and spread supernatural events recklessly, and dare to attack the violent state agencies, and have countless blood debts, I know that our Tarot Club are all good people! Aliens like us who are not tolerated by the world, even more You should hug to keep warm!" You may not believe it, even the man who called himself Brother Liu was almost moved by his words.

The three members of the Ghost Story Association looked at each other, and even Su Che, who was sitting next to the man who claimed to be Brother Liu, was made to curse by his shameless words.

Good guy, this is an opponent!

Su Che sneered, "Look straight at me, bastard!

"Don't try to change the subject. Since you said that you are an old man who has joined the Tarot Society for seven years, what about the Tarot cards to verify your identity? Show us and let us see!"

"..." The man who called himself Brother Liu was speechless for a while, and then he shouted angrily, "I'm not a core member of the Tarot Society, so how can there be any Tarot cards for self-identification, do you have any? Neither of you, why..."

Just as he was about to speak, the three members of the Ghost Story Association each took out a gold-rimmed Tarot card and swallowed the words that came to their lips.

"No way, no way? You don't have what we all have, and you deserve to call yourself a member of the Tarot Society?"

"Stop talking nonsense with him, kill this ghost!"

"What else do you want to say now? Oh, it really is the ghost!"

The man who claimed to be Brother Liu was already speechless at the moment when the three members of the Guitan Association showed their gold-edged Tarot cards, and his mind was suddenly filled with the words, "As expected, he is indeed a core member of the Tarot Society" and he has practiced so skillfully. ''This harmless young man is actually the bait' 'I'm finished' was full of distracting thoughts.

"Wait!" He held up his hands and gritted his teeth, "I surrender, this time I've been killed, you core members pretended to be newcomers to induce ordinary members to take action during the non-promotion period, especially when it was the critical period for implementing the plan, you are really shameless Already!"

Putting down the briefcase in his hand and throwing it to Su Che, who was close at hand, he gritted his teeth and walked to the back door of the carriage cursing, preparing to get off at the next stop.

However, he obviously misjudged the thoughts of Su Che and everyone in the Ghost Story Association. The moment he turned around, Su Che suddenly violently threw a straight fist at the man who called himself Brother Liu.

Feeling a strong wind blowing from the back of his head, his face immediately changed drastically, "I have surrendered and surrendered, but you are still going to kill me, aren't you afraid that the fool will find you breaking the rules and kill you all?"

"Who told us that we are members of the evil cult Tarot Society? Stop talking nonsense and give me a punch!" The fist hit the back of his head, and under the burst of force, there was a muffled sound of the fist colliding with the skull, and a blood The flower exploded at the back of his head, and a tall bruised lump popped up in an instant, and he fainted immediately after being hit so hard.

Su Che dug out a thicker climbing rope from his backpack, tied the man who called himself Brother Liu into a rice dumpling, and finally covered his mouth with the socks he had saved up for half a month.

After dealing with the matter, Su Che kicked Brother Liu who was tied into a rice dumpling by him into the corner of the back door of the carriage, "Do you still want to run after getting on this train?"

The No. 714 bus continued to drive forward, and Bai Jing sat in the special seat for the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, watching the scene in the car with eyes entangled in crazy emotions.

An Donglin didn't go to the ghost port team building with Su Che and others, and he didn't know what kind of lunatics the Tarot Society was. He said, "After all, he is a living person. Didn't we attack a little harder?"

"The actions of these lunatics from the Tarot Society are much more serious than the evil ghost who occupied Li Rusong's body and wanted to resurrect his body. They are all desperadoes on the red wanted list, with their hands stained with the blood of innocent people. There are countless people in their hands." Su Che pointed to Brother Liu who was pushed into the groove of the back door by himself, and said in a trembling voice.

An Donglin didn't talk much after hearing the sound, but Kuang Cheng's eyes lit up when he heard the words "Red Wanted List", and he muttered privately, "Red Wanted List? Isn't there a reward for catching him?"

"Oh...it's a pity that we are also an illegal organization. If you catch him to come to get a bonus, isn't it a self-inflicted trap?" Kuang Cheng suddenly realized that the Guild Story Association is also an illegal organization, and he was immediately disappointed.

Soon, the No. 714 bus, driven by the ghost in uniform, slowed down slowly and approached the platform on the side of the road.

Su Che remembered that the station after Jiangjunfen North Station was called Shahezi Station, and the drunk who was thrown off by An Donglin got on this platform.

The cold electronic voice on the bus did not announce the stop. Through the window, Su Che saw many people standing on the bus platform at Shahezi Station, and immediately shouted to the three members of the Ghost Story Association and An Donglin, "Someone wants to Get in the car, everyone get ready!"

The rusted car door creaked open, and the people at the bus platform walked into the car the moment the door opened.

The one who got on the bus was a woman wearing a black mask, wearing a light blue cheongsam that looked like she had stepped out of a modern historical drama, on which blossoming plum blossoms were outlined with superb embroidery skills.

It's just that this cheongsam doesn't fit her well, so it's loose and has many folds.

After she got on the bus, the bus door was closed. It was obvious that she was standing there alone, but everyone in the car could feel it. Including Brother Liu who was kicked into the groove of the back door by Su Che, there were only seven people sitting in the car. , suddenly became overcrowded and crowded.

Chapter 410 IX A group of trash, even the ghosts who got in with us don't know

The inside of the carriage was as damp as ever. When the woman with the mask wearing an ill-fitting cheongsam entered the carriage, traces of various shoe prints suddenly appeared on the damp carriage floor.

It seemed that the moment she got on the car, there were many invisible passengers in the car.

Su Che's eyes were slightly cold, and his gaze circled around the masked woman in an ill-fitting cheongsam and various footprints on the carriage floor.

These various shoe prints are full of ferocious ghosts, they surround the woman in the mask, and their eyes full of resentment are projected directly on the woman in the mask, or on the cheongsam worn by the woman in the mask .

Su Che could clearly see that this loose light blue cheongsam with many folds was not worn on the masked woman, but grew out of the masked woman's skin like body paint.

It was the first time for Su Che to see a woman in a mask. There were so many ghosts surrounding the cheongsam that seemed to grow out of the woman's skin with spiteful eyes, giving people more than just a weird and terrifying feeling.

Since she entered the compartment, the atmosphere inside the 714 bus was completely different from before.

Su Che was even ready to strike at any time, but the woman in the mask just exchanged glances with Su Che's eyes, then swept across the three members of the Guitan Association in the back seat and An Donglin, and finally passed behind the subdued ghost. sit down.

Above the mask, the long and narrow eyes submerged in the bangs looked straight at Bai Jing, who was seated for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and then turned to the female ghost in white shirt behind Bai Jing.

Obviously she could see the female ghost in white shirt.

crunch... creak...

At this moment, the sound of the heavily corroded car door closing seemed to be elongated invisibly. Fortunately, until the ghost in uniform drove the No. 714 bus and continued to drive forward, the woman in the mask did not have any tendency to change, even being kicked into the car by Su Che. Brother Liu, who was in the groove of the back door, didn't even take a look at it.

Su Che restrained his ready-to-go movements.

The No. 714 bus was driving forward. After the masked woman, two Tarot Club members came up one after another. They were two men wearing peaked caps, one old and one young. There are holes in it, and it looks like the clothes of ordinary migrant workers in the city.

They seemed to know the masked woman sitting behind the ghost in uniform. When they boarded the No. 714 bus from the front door, their bodies stiffened for a moment, their behavior was a little flustered, and they whispered a few words that Su Che couldn't hear clearly.

Then he walked quickly into the compartment, avoiding the masked woman from a distance, and sat in the last row of the bus.

The atmosphere in the carriage became more and more strange, falling into a long silence and stalemate, it seemed that everyone had their own ghosts.

Next, there was no one waiting at the several bus stops that bus No. 714 passed. It drove from the urban area to the outskirts of the city. When the water level dropped to the point where the river bed was exposed and the Lanjiang River slowly appeared in front of everyone in the car, the masked woman and a group The man in the peaked cap, the old and the young, made a movement in an instant. He lay on the car window and looked at the Lanjiang River with the riverbed in the distance, visibly excited.

Su Che also took a few glances in the direction they were looking at, revealing that the bottomless Lanjiang River was bottomless, with no end in sight at a glance, and in the direction of the distant horizon, a bridge across the entire Lanjiang River stood erect.

The water level of the Lanjiang River has become very low, and the coolness Su Che's eyes feel is getting colder and colder, almost making him think that his eyes have been frozen. The picture of the river bed is an endless stretch of tombs.

One of the tombs is particularly conspicuous. The tomb above this tomb was split and soaked by the river for a long time, so that the clock covered with water plants protruded more than half of the crack in the tomb and was still ticking.

Suddenly, a dead man's hand stretched out from the cracked grave bag.

The picture in front of Su Che's eyes immediately disappeared without a trace, and his eyes, which were almost frozen, felt a prickly pain like needles. Su Che took out his mobile phone and looked at it. The time is now thirty in the morning. The time on the clock had just jumped to the wee hours of the morning.

"A time error of half an hour, what does this mean?" Su Che rubbed his eyes, recalling the scene he saw just now, the hand protruding from the grave seemed to be deliberately adjusting the time of the clock, but Su Che saw The scene of the scene appeared too briefly, and it was impossible to figure out whether the hand protruding from the tomb was interfering or correcting the time of the clock error.

The bridge standing over the Lanjiang River quickly disappeared from the sight of the passengers in the No. 714 bus. The excitement of the women in masks and the men wearing peaked caps, one old and one young, gradually faded away, and the atmosphere in the car fell into dead silence again.

The bustling urban area gradually turned into a somewhat deserted suburb, and the street lights on both sides of the road gradually disappeared, leaving only the dim headlights of the 714 bus to illuminate the road ahead.