No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che obviously wouldn't accept this, "I don't want to! I only know that the traitors of the Tarot Society must be wiped out!"

The night was dark and windy, and the rain continued unabated.

The three ghost dolls who surrounded the hermit were the first to act.

The dirty little boy was so moved that he almost cried. Ever since he was caught by Huang Xiaoying in the world of strange stories, he had to face all kinds of ghosts.

The ghost bride in the red wedding dress, the abomination piled up with countless corpses, the little girl in the ghost ship in the ghost port who is not in red is better than red, plus the human skin silhouette in the corridor of No. [-] ward.

There is no good stubble!

Now that it has finally met a living person like the hermit, can it not be touched?

"Uncle, I have no friends...can you be my friend?" The storm couldn't suppress the stinky smell of the dirty little boy, and the malicious mutter echoed in the hermit's ears.

Before the hermit had time to react, the attacks of the other two ghost dolls came one after another, and strands of scarlet blood emerged from the bruised and purple wound on the little girl in a white dress, wrapping around the hermit's body like a branch.

The ghost doll with amputated limbs did not make a sound, but around the hermit, dead bodies filled with solidified plaster appeared strangely one after another, facing the hermit without moving.

The hermit gradually became vigilant, he didn't continue to approach Su Che, but kept paying attention to the ghosts thrown by Su Che, and the soul-calling flag in Su Che's hand that looked like a light pole.

He had known for a long time that Su Che was an old cunt, and every time he had a conflict with Su Che, he would always be plotted against by Su Che, first the blood-stained bone cutting knife and then the spoon killer, but he had no idea that Su Che, an old cunt, would actually With so many ghosts.

At this moment, the hermit only wanted to ask, "Do you run a haunted house? The ghosts with you are enough to make up two tables of mahjong!"

At this time, Xiao Tiantian also held the consecrated peach wood sword in her hand and dragged her fat body to squeeze down from the front door of the No. 714 bus across the Lanjiang Bridge. Bai Jing followed behind with her head lowered, as if she was afraid to face the hidden danger. By.

"If you do too much unrighteousness, you will die yourself, the hermit, your death date is here!" Xiao Tiantian looked at the hermit with hatred in her eyes, and even the resentful spirit lodged in her body showed far more hatred than usual.

Xiao Tiantian's hateful words failed to move the hermit, but Bai Jing's appearance made the hermit change his face, "Even you betrayed me?"

Although Bai Jing didn't want to admit it, she knew very well in her heart that what she did was indeed no different from betraying the hermit, she just nodded silently, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "My sister said she wants me to stay away from you, you are a monster."

The hermit's face changed completely, as if a string broke in his mind.

Killing and punishing... This is it!

Just in a daze, Zhang Yi, holding a long-handled black umbrella, walked out of the rain curtain, biting the hermit while spitting out a terrifying grimace with his huge fangs.

The heart-wrenching pain awakened the hermit's sanity, but it was too late, Huang Xiaoying's three ghost dolls and their fangs tore the hermit's body apart.

"Ah ah ah..."

With a thud, the hermit immediately screamed and fell to the waterlogged ground.

Huang Xiaoying's three ghost dolls and the fangs' giant mouth worked, but it was obviously unrealistic to kill the hermit.

"Very good." The hermit lay on the ground with bloody sutures protruding from his face, looking extremely hideous, "You ruined everything about me, you won't let me win this death game, it's a big deal for me. Drag you to die together."

As the thin sutures down his throat fell off, one half was fresh and young and the other was old and dry, splitting his entire body from the throat down into two halves.

In this way, ordinary people would have died a long time ago, but the hermit is still alive and well.

No, it should be said that he is in better condition than before, and he is even less like a living person.

Tick...tick...tick...tick...

The ticking sound of the pendulum clock of death resounded from inside the body of the hermit. As the body of the hermit split in two, the pendulum clock of death that disappeared from the lonely grave slowly emerged from inside the body of the hermit. The container for the death clock.

And behind the death pendulum clock, there is a lifeless corpse on display, and its dead arm stretching out to grab the air is flicking the clock.

The moment Su Che, Xiao Tiantian, and even Bai Jing saw the whole body of this corpse, their expressions became strange.

The swollen and whitish body was soaked in the river water for a long time, wearing a severely faded traffic police uniform, and the horrible face that was run over by the wheels was still oozing blood, but the eyes of this corpse were sunken, as if they had been dug out. His eyes fell on the pendulum clock of death. In terms of appearance, it was at least [-]-[-]% similar to the subdued ghost.

In other words, this dead body is simply the body of a subdued ghost.

Chapter 450 Could it be that you robbed the Tiandi Bank?

What the hell is this!

The uniformed ghost holding the steering wheel of the No. 714 bus looked at the corpse behind the death pendulum clock, the anger ignited deep in the pupils flickered violently, and its mind was full of question marks.

The scariest ghost in Jiangcheng is actually myself?

"But I'm really a useless ghost! Isn't this a bit too embarrassing for me?"

The subduing ghost is very self-aware, and it has no talents other than spurting blood.

The hermit laughed wildly in the rainstorm.

"Die here with me!"

"I'm sorry, please allow me to refuse."

Su Che said so.

He put on the posture of a local tyrant, and casually sprinkled a lot of life money, and the life money sprinkled in the rainstorm ignited a series of will-o'-the-wisps.

"Naive, do you think you can do whatever you want if you have the money to buy your life?" While the hermit was speaking, the corpse on the death pendulum clock started to tick the clock, and his face, which was full of blood holes and blood-stained sutures, suddenly froze. .

In an instant, the torrential downpour of the entire river-blocking bridge was suspended in mid-air as if time had stopped.

And at this moment, Su Che felt a pure desire to die towards him, and the blood-red countdown to death rapidly decreased in his sight.

The icy chill of death swept across Su Che's body.

cold.

Bitter cold.

From the rapidly decreasing countdown to death, Su Che felt a gloomy chill. This chill made the pores of his whole body constrict and his hairs stood on end.

Almost subconsciously, Su Che drew out the butcher's knife and slashed forward.

"President, be careful!" Xiao Tiantian seemed to sense something, and reminded Su Che loudly.

In an instant, the death pendulum clock covered with water plants appeared in front of Su Che, and a strong breath of death came.

He glanced forward, and at some point, the hand of the corpse with deep-set eyes stopped moving the hour hand. From the perspective of other people, he could clearly see Su Che and the hermit at this time. His face showed the same blue, purple, dead gray color, and the vitality that belonged to living people was rapidly disappearing from Su Che and the hermit.

The hermit really wanted to drag Su Che to die together.

"Is this near-death feeling uncomfortable?" The hermit was still laughing wildly, "But this feeling has been tormented every moment since you threw that blood-stained long knife at me .”

"I originally left this clock as a surprise for fools, but you ruined all my plans, and I can't live until that time, so I'll just let you enjoy the ultimate horror!" The hermit wobbled towards Su Che. come.

"Today you and I are going to die here, it's a pity...we didn't win this death game..."

Su Che already had a strong sense of suffocation at this moment, even taking heavy breaths could not relieve the blackness caused by lack of oxygen in front of his eyes, if this continues, Su Che might go to death together with the hermit.

However, at this moment, Su Che took out the black book of the Guild of Ghost Story, and flipped to the page of "Qi Si Si Si Si: Money for Life" from memory, and the blood-stained money for life was as crazy as the tide Shock the hermit who staggered towards him and the death pendulum clock in his body.

Big clusters of will-o'-the-wisps exploded, and the hermit's heart trembled in the faint green light of the flames.

Under the light of the green ghost fire, the strong sense of suffocation and the coldness are moving away from Su Che.

"What?" The frightened hermit who was burned by the life-saving money was startled, and screamed in disbelief, "How is it possible, how could you have so much life-saving money, could it be that you robbed the Tiandi Bank ?”

Su Che took a deep breath, and the oxygen melted into the blood, quickly relieving the dizziness from lack of oxygen.

"Sorry, you can do whatever you want with money!"

Su Che raised his head to look at the hermit whose face was still ashen and ashen, and slashed forward with the butcher's knife in his hand again. The horror of the red-clothed ghost erupted instantly. Finally, the butcher's knife, as cold as water, cut the raindrops in front of Su Che into two, and finally swept them in front of the hermit.

Click.

"No, it's impossible! I must drag you to hell!"

The hermit's face was filled with blood, and the crimson mist left by the butcher's knife quickly eroded his body. Countless headless ghosts who had been hacked to death by the butcher's knife emitted accumulations of blood from the greasy clothes of the butcher in red. All kinds of negative emotions are like deadly poison taking the life of the hermit.

A more intense madness flashed in his eyes.

The speed of the dead body jumping on the death pendulum clock suddenly increased. How could Su Che let the hermit succeed again? An even more turbulent wave of money for life spewed out from the black book, and the butcher's knife in his hand shot at the hermit one after another. Those who chop.

The speed of the dead body on the death pendulum clock could never catch up with Su Che's speed of throwing money, vividly staged what is called rich and willful drama, he drowned the hermit with endless money to buy his life, drowned the death pendulum bell.

"No! Impossible! I'm not reconciled!" The hermit opened his eyes wide. His body was covered with scars from Su Che's butcher's knife.

Su Che stepped forward, "What's impossible? Money for life and the death pendulum clock are both ghosts of rules. As long as I throw money fast enough, death can't catch up with me!"

The hermit's face was completely stiff at this time, like a corpse stuffed into a morgue, he felt that his life was being crazily drawn by the death pendulum clock, and death was about to fall on him.

"I haven't lost yet, I haven't lost yet."

next second.

All the blood-stained sutures from the blood hole on the hermit's face popped out, and the color of his body lost blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye, more like a corpse. The body that was split in half by using the death pendulum clock gradually collapsed. Although he is still talking, it can be seen that his life has ended.

The old and the young corpses with completely different faces disintegrated from the hermit, and the tiny sutures were torn apart inch by inch, swaying the organs that were also stitched together by two different human bodies.

"I want you to be my scapegoat!"

The blood-stained sutures that popped out from the hermit's face hit Su Che's pupils, and the frantic cries of the hermit's desperate struggle almost rang in his ears.

At this moment, Su Che held the butcher's knife tightly in one hand, and sprayed the life money with the black book in the other, obviously powerless to stop the blood-stained sutures approaching in front of his eyes.

"Replacing the dead ghost, is it like those corpses cut off by the blood-stained bone-chopping knife?" Su Che's mind immediately came to a realization.

He glanced over and shouted at 'two' next to the shadow, "Why don't you come out to help at this time?"

As Su Che's words fell, the scarlet and bloody "two" next to his shadow suddenly changed, and the sticky blood threads that twisted and squirmed like maggots scattered from the "two" and disintegrated, leading mantises, cicadas, and orioles in the air. The momentum at the end attracted to the blood-stained suture, and dragged it into the blackened 'two' next to the shadow.

'All right'

The handwriting composed of twisted and wriggling bloodshot eyes is fleeting.

"Didn't you think so!" Su Che continued to the hermit's body that had been split into two pieces, "Actually, there is a red-clothed ghost beside me!"

The hermit's split body convulsed for a while, but he didn't make any sound. Both sides of his face covered with blood holes were completely frozen, maintaining a weird expression, which was weird and full of evil.

After a few seconds, his half-old body and face slowly changed, and a middle-aged man with a bony face and sunken face appeared.

The hermit's two convulsed bodies gradually became silent.

At the same time, the system's emotional notification sounded in Su Che's mind.

[Mission Progress Update: Hunter in the Dark Night (Tier [-]), completed]

[Reward distribution: Hunter windbreaker (I heard that it can reduce the user's sense of existence, but I don't know if it is true.)]

[The third hell-level task: the lonely grave, has been completed. 】

[Jump off the fourth pier from the right of the Shihezi Bridge at 4:44:44 in the morning, you may be able to see it. 】

[Reward distribution: "Consecration, from entry to mastery" (a book that records strange rituals, maybe it can be used to sell for a good price)]