No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Nine times out of ten, the hermit has entered its ghost creature. If you want to get out of this ghost place, you have to find that ghost and its ghost creature!" Su Che looked around the endless tombs, trying to find a breakthrough.

In the end, he could only turn his attention back to the blood-oozing muddy ground under his feet, after all, this was the only abnormal place.

Xiao Tiantian and Bai Jing on the No. 714 bus stared at Su Che intently, only to see him grabbing the little hen's head from under the wings, pointing at the puddle of blood on the ground and pointing at the little hen. Chicken said something.

Then the little hen walked up to the pool of blood step by step exuding the emotion of being unlovable since birth, and reluctantly stretched out her sharp beak to peck at the top of the blood stain.

puff.

The very slight movement was caused by the chicken's beak piercing into the flesh.

Looking back, Su Che suddenly found a bit of swollen and whitish flesh on the pullet's beak, and a small piece of clothing could be vaguely seen.

"What did you peck at?"

Su Che gave instructions to the little hen, asking it to continue to work hard. Seeing that the efficiency of the little hen was too slow, Su Che even threw a bald chicken to help. It didn't take a moment for the rooster and the dog to work together, and the dead body oozing out a puddle of warm blood mixed with visceral fragments unfolded its full view to Su Che.

It was a horrific corpse torn apart by two chickens and one dog, but Su Che could clearly feel a subtle sense of familiarity through the scattered pieces of clothing and the swollen and whitish corpse. After thinking for a moment, he immediately He remembered that this corpse was exactly the drowned ghost he chopped into two pieces with a butcher's knife on the 714 bus.

After being dragged out by two chickens and a dog, the corpse of the drowned ghost quickly rotted under the light of the paper lamp, and soon rotted into rotten flesh similar to the black mud on the ground, but the changes did not stop there.

The dark and gloomy environment in front of me seemed to be rippling like a whirlpool at some point, and there were sounds of lightning, thunder, storm and rain, reflected on the No. 714 bus illuminated by the light of the paper lamp.

Immediately afterwards, a powerful suction burst out suddenly.

"Hurry up and get in the car!" Su Che grabbed the two chickens and one dog and jumped into the car door.

next moment.

The dark and gloomy vortex bursting out with strong suction instantly sucked the No. 714 bus into it.

The night and the rainstorm engulfed everything. The dim street lights were like candles blowing in the wind under the storm. It seemed that they would be extinguished at any time. The torrential rain, which was more violent than that in the ghost of the endless road, slapped the bus crazily, and the opened front door of the bus suddenly rolled away. Into countless rainwater.

Boom!Boom!

Thunder bursts above the rain curtain.

However, Su Che's attention was not here. He saw a bus full of passengers passing by in front of him less than ten meters away.

With a sudden glance, the figure with a blood-stained long knife stuck in the back of the bloody hole still turned his head to meet Su Che's sweeping gaze, and the corner of his mouth grinned miserably.

"The hermit has appeared, hurry up and catch up!"

Chapter 450 [-] If you don’t change your name when you’re on the job, don’t change your surname when you’re sitting, I’m Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen!

The No. 714 bus with paper lights on the roof is like a guiding light in a storm, which is particularly eye-catching.

The rain on the car window slid backwards, the engine roared and roared, and as soon as Su Che's voice fell to subdue the ghost, he drove the No. 714 bus and turned around to chase it out.

Lightning streaked across the night sky, and the burst of light illuminated the dense figures standing in the darkness, but they turned a blind eye to the speeding 714 bus.

"These people, no, these ghosts... look familiar." Looking at the figures on both sides of the road through the car window, Su Che immediately saw the photos he saw on the supernatural incident file of Lanjiang Bridge, The scenes here and in the photos are almost carved out of the same mold.

When the silhouette of the River Barrier Bridge appeared in the rain, everyone in the carriage held their breath involuntarily. The two buses, brand new and rusty, sped past in the thunderstorm one after the other.

Ahead is the Lanjiang Bridge.

"Hurry up! Go faster!" Su Che kept urging to subdue the ghost.

The ghost in uniform didn't reply, it only felt that the scene in front of it was becoming more and more familiar, and it even had the illusion that it had once been at the scene of the accident. Go forward at full speed, desperately chasing the bus in front of the hermit.

Su Che walked to the front door, pulled out the Type 54 pistol bullet from his waist and loaded it, ready to give the Hermit a ruthless shot later.

The bus that the hermit was on had already driven into the bridge, and the No. 714 bus driven by the ghost was getting closer and closer to the bridge. Su Che put his right index finger on the trigger and focused all his attention on the bridge. There is another bus just a stone's throw away.

Closer, closer.

The bus that the hermit was on didn't stop after entering the bridge, didn't even slow down, and drove straight forward.

At this time, a bloody face suddenly appeared at the rear window of the bus in front of him, and he stared at Su Che who was standing at the corner of the front door of the No. 714 bus.

The piercing wind was hidden in the storm, and the rainwater slid into the heavily corroded front door of the No. 714 bus, followed by a burst of weird and piercing laughter in front of everyone on the No. 714 bus.

"It's you again?"

This is the voice of the hermit, and he is acting crazier than when he was at Tangshan Reservoir.

"Yeah, what a coincidence, are you racing the hearse here tonight?" Su Che greeted the hermit kindly and friendly.

The hermit was so annoyed by Su Che's casual and friendly greeting, there were blood-stained sutures in his bloody holes, which looked like caterpillars covered with long hairs. People feel a little sick.

"you wanna die!"

He pressed his entire face against the rear window of the bus in front, and then suddenly pulled out the blood-stained bone knife stuck in his back and smashed the rear window of the bus in front of him. But he turned his head back 180 degrees, and looked at the hermit and the 714 bus following him in unison.

Two completely different buses, one new and one old, were painted with the number 714 in bright red paint, and then a horrible thing happened.

The bus in front was full of seemingly normal-looking passengers flocking towards the rear window. They became crazy, their eyes were cloudy, their faces were distorted and hideous, and they rushed down from the rear window that the hermit used the blood-stained bone cutter to split open. The No. 714 bus heading for Su Che and others rushed over.

"That's it? You are a biohazard!"

Su Che pulled the trigger continuously, and the entire clip of seven bullets was emptied in an instant. The hot bullets shuttled through the rain curtain and mercilessly pierced through the bodies of the crazy passengers on the bus ahead.

Blossoming scarlet blood flowers splashed in the torrential rain, and then disappeared without a trace after being washed away by the rain.

"Bump into it!" Su Che gave instructions to the subdued ghost.

At this time, the subdued ghost's expression was a little dull, and the dirty blood on his face flowed from the top of his head, making the cab extremely stench. It instinctively stepped on the accelerator according to the instructions given by Su Che.

A passenger who jumped out of the car in front was knocked away by the No. 714 bus, and the wheels ran over the ground with blood.

The hermit looked viciously at the shining paper lanterns on the roof of the No. 714 bus, and Su Che's mocking voice in his ear made him even more angry. He stretched out his hand, and a gold-edged Tarot card appeared in front of him. He flung out his hand violently.

Roar--

There was a sharp roar.

In the middle of the road ahead, hazy torrential rain blocked the line of sight, and the dim headlights of bus No. 714 slowly illuminated a huge ghost with a pig head and a human body. Slashing towards the 714 bus.

boom!

The ax blade collided with the body of the No. 714 bus, and the monster with a pig head and a human body was knocked away, but the entire windshield and most of the front of the No. 714 bus were split open, and icy rain swept across the entire compartment in an instant.

woof woof woof woof woof...

The big black dog was so frightened that he almost peed out, while the bald chicken and the little hen quickly retreated to the end of the carriage to avoid danger.

"It's this kind of pig-faced monster again... How many pigs did you kill to create these pig-faced monsters? I'm afraid you killed the entire pig farm. What a crime!" At the beginning, he encountered this monster with a pig head and a human body along the way. He knew that the inside of the pig's head was most likely a human face covered with pus and blisters, but he was still surprised at the size of this ghost with a pig head and a human body.

This ghost with a pig head and a human body stood up straight, almost as tall as a 714 bus, and several times bigger than all the monsters with a pig head and a human body that Su Che had seen before.

The nostrils were filled with wet and cold water mist. Su Che retreated from the groove of the front door of the bus to the compartment, turned his head and glanced at the huge pig-headed ghost who was knocked away just now and then quickly caught up with him, and shouted at the hermit in front of the bus, "Today Are you satisfied with the big gift bag I gave you this morning?"

"Sure enough, you crazy did it!" The hermit was furious, the pain caused by the blood holes all over his face made him wish to tear Su Che's mocking face into pieces.

"I must chop you and the crazy doctor in Ward No. [-] of Qingshan Mental Hospital into meat to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The hermit hissed and screamed wildly.

"Crazy doctor in Qingshan Mental Hospital? The feelings you said seem to be mine!"

Su Che scratched his head, and said unconsciously, "You may not believe it, but in fact, it was I, Su, who chopped you up in Qingshan Mental Hospital!"

"If you don't change your name or surname, I am Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen!"

Hermit: "???"

The unforgettable pain of the blood-stained bone-slicing knife and the spoon killer should have belonged to two damn Tarot Society old men, but now you're telling me that it's all done by one old man?

The two pains and the anger add to each other, and this double pain brings more pain.

Why?Why did it become like this?

The hermit could no longer suppress the anger in his heart, and jumped down from the rear window of the bus in front, his eyes exploded with bloodshot eyes, and the anger ignited almost burned Su Che to ashes.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

The hermit screamed frantically.

And Su Che unhurriedly touched the black long-handled umbrella and blood-stained high-heeled shoes on both sides of the backpack, and threw them at the hermit, "You've been fooled! Big guys, follow me quickly, gang up on the hermit!"

Chapter 450 The Life of the Rich Is So Plain and Unpretentious

Hearing Su Che's loud shout, the uniformed ghost stepped on the brake of the No. 714 bus, the steering wheel turned, and the whole bus skidded and hit the bridge railing, and stopped sideways in the middle of the road on the Lanjiang Bridge.

Su Che turned over from the front of the car that had been smashed to death by a giant pig-headed ghost holding an axe, pulled out the spirit-calling flag fixed on the roof of the car, and looked down at the hermit who had fallen into madness.

The pitch-black long-handled umbrella and blood-stained high-heeled shoes thrown by Su Che earlier showed the figures of two female ghosts. The black dress was not very conspicuous in the storm, but the huge fangs emerged from under the umbrella held by Zhang Yi. It is extremely eye-catching.

Huang Xiaoying paced back and forth on the flooded road of the Lanjiang Bridge in her blood-stained high-heeled boots. The dirty little boy and the little girl in a white dress with bruises all over her body were covered with bruises. Occasionally, he also appeared in shape, and surrounded the hermit in groups.

At this time, the hermit realized that he had been caught in a trap. He scratched his hair in pain, his expression filled with hatred, "You ruined all my arrangements, ghost bus...Grandma Meng...even if It's in Qingshan Mental Hospital and Tangshan Reservoir, but what's the use? I got it! I got it!"

"You and the Tarot Club behind you will die, and I will die in my hands. I am the winner of this death game, and the winner is me!"

The gust of wind lifted the corner of the hermit's clothes, exposing his body stitched together with tiny sutures in front of Su Che's eyes. The tiny sutures on his chest were removed at some point, revealing a black gap that looked like a gap in a leather case.

The dead man's arm stretched out from the solitary grave to grab the sky stands impressively here.

"Suffer to death!"

The hermit's bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Su Che who was standing on the roof of the No. 714 bus holding a spirit-calling flag.

A cold breath pierced through the heavy rain and arrived in front of Su Che, and the blood-red death countdown in front of Su Che's eyes trembled.

Then......

The countdown to death was shortened by two hours out of thin air.

The sound of wind, rain, and thunder seemed to disappear at this moment.

On the bridge blocking the river under heavy rain and thunder, Su Che and the hermit looked at each other from a distance, and the scene became very awkward for a moment.

"Why aren't you dead yet?" the hermit yelled angrily.

Su Che took out a lot of money for life from his bulging pocket, and sprinkled it lonely into the rain. Seeing that the money for life ignited and burned to ashes, he looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said slowly, " Because I am not short of money, the life of rich people is so simple and unpretentious.”

"You...you...you fucking!" The hermit was dumbfounded, "How could you have that woman's life money on you?"

"We picked it up on the side of the road when we went to Nanhe County for team building some time ago!" Su Che's eyes sparkled.

The dead man's arm protruding from his chest retracted into the hermit's body. He gritted his teeth and looked at Su Che, "I never thought that woman would die in your hands. As a core member of the Tarot Society, don't you want to know about this death?" The truth of the game?"

The hermit's tone softened slightly, as if he was thinking of something.