No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Taoist Zhang, you just said that Brother Long provoked an evil spirit. What is an evil spirit?"

"What is an evil spirit? Isn't an evil spirit just the mirror soul played with by Wang Wang's first supernatural video, tsk tsk... Let me tell you that the video is super scary. Until now, I dare not turn off the lights when I go to bed at night..."

"+1, the video of the mirror soul psychic game also made me have a psychological shadow on the mirror."

"That's it? This is all your guts? Last night when I was playing Mirror Soul psychic game, I covered the mirror with Teacher Mikami's poster, and I had a blast!"

"Hiss, are you Ning Caichen?"

"..."

In the blink of an eye, these barrages discussing the Mirror Soul psychic game were erased from the screen of the live broadcast room.

Long Wenhua didn't know anything about what happened in the live broadcast room. He was running along the aisle he had walked before. The picture captured by the portable camera above his head was shaky. Can't help but sweat for him.

"It's almost here!"

Long Wenhua's current expression is a little scary. Although he turned a blind eye to the gloomy surroundings, his trembling body betrayed his true thoughts. It seemed that something was squirming quietly.

His feet slipped suddenly, and he felt as if something was holding him down behind him, and every muscle under the skin behind him, which had been injured by fine glass shards and the deflagration consecration robe, became stiff.

Trying to maintain his balance, Long Wenhua suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He realized that he might be being watched by a ghost again, and this ghost was on the ground he stepped on just now.

He turned his head and glanced behind him. It was as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his forehead, and dense goose bumps spread down his scalp and all over his body.

Long Wenhua saw that in the dark corner of the hallway of the haunted house, there was a life-sized mirror standing like a living person.

All the mirrors showed a young woman with a swollen face, protruding eyes, and a suffocated purple complexion and lips, staring at Long Wenhua's running back with strong resentment from her protruding eyes.

"Hey, why is there another female ghost, how many ghosts are there in this haunted house!"

A cold feeling spread all over his body, Long Wenhua felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and long strips of deep purple marks appeared on the surface of his scalded skin, as if something brushed against his skin, leaving marks one after another.

The mirror reflecting the figure of the suffocated young woman moved along with Long Wenhua's non-stop running pace. He felt that the suffocated woman in the mirror seemed to have been attached to his back, and the cold touch of a dead body slowly pressed onto his shoulders.

sinking... sinking...

"To die, to die, to die!"

By this time, Long Wenhua no longer had any chances. He just wanted to get his spare mobile phone and dial the number Su Che used to contact him, whether it was Mr. Su, an enthusiastic citizen, or that malicious phone number. Ghost, all he wants to do now is cry and shout, "Shuangqing is so dangerous, I want to go back to Jiangcheng!"

The cold and heavy feeling on his back was still spreading. From the corner of his eyes, Long Wenhua could already see two small dark purple footprints on his shoulders, as if something was stepping on his shoulders. Same.

"Big Sister Ghost, can't I call you Big Sister? Don't play tricks, my little body like Long can't bear it at all!"

The muscles on his shoulders were as hard as iron. He wanted to swing his arms to shake the female ghost who was stepping on his shoulders, but it was like being weighed down by a heavy weight, and he couldn't move at all.

Long Wenhua, who was running for his life, rushed out from the corner of the aisle. The clothes he took off earlier were still in place, and even the screen of the spare mobile phone playing the live broadcast in his pocket was still shining brightly.

However, blessings and misfortunes never come singly, heavy footsteps sounded slowly, and a mirror reflecting black and orange cross-color sneakers emerged from the wall next to his clothes strangely.

"It's over, it's someone Long who won't help me!"

The shoulders became heavier, the loose long hair hung down from the top of the head, and the face and lips of the woman with suffocating death purple features occupied Long Wenhua's entire sight, and also occupied the entire lens of the portable camera above his head. The entire live broadcast room is full of pictures.

Every hair on Long Wenhua's body stood up, and the lungs in his chest seemed to be grabbed. No matter how hard he breathed, he couldn't take in enough oxygen. Long Wenhua felt as if his heart had stopped beating at this moment. .

"I have no friends... Excuse me... can you be my friends?"

A smell of stinky food came from nowhere. When Long Wenhua was about to lose consciousness, he smelled this smell. His brain was running fast, and a picture flashed in his mind. He seemed to have thought of something, as if he had caught the last breath. A final cry like a life-saving straw.

"Help, brother... Gulu Gulu..."

Just as Long Wenhua yelled this sentence, the suffocating female ghost occupying his entire vision stared at the protruding eyes that revealed strong resentment, completely blocking his shouting.

From the perspective of the audience in the live broadcast room, Long Wenhua's stinky feet were stiff and slightly corrupted by the suffocated female ghost, and her stinky feet were covered with coagulated blood. He abruptly held back the words he had just called out.

"Late night, strong man, female ghost, naked, bare feet.a vi"

"Ouch, it's respectful to vomit first, Brother Long, it's miserable!"

"Hiss, finally seeing Brother Long being persecuted by a female ghost, I am satisfied."

"I finally waited for you, but fortunately I didn't give up."

"I heard Brother Long's call just now. Is King Bi going to appear? Look forward to it!"

"Grass, what kind of live broadcast room is your live broadcast room?

Chapter 470 The real prey is myself!

Su Che purposely waited for a few minutes in the hidden place at the corner ahead, he wanted to observe from the perspective of a bystander what kind of world the ghost in the mirror is in the mirror.

Slap... Slap... Slap...

The sound of heavy footsteps continued to echo in the dim hallway of the haunted house, like a predator teasing its prey and venting its terrifying atmosphere to the living, but it still doesn't know...

The real prey was myself!

"The ghost in the mirror is here." The 54-type pistol was loaded with a click, and Professor Yang's pointer emitted a slight blue electric arc ready to go. Su Che poked out half of his face and looked in the direction of the heavy footsteps. "Strange, why is there still nothing?"

Suddenly, Long Wenhua's voice came out from the microphone of the old functional phone, with a very indifferent expression, "Hey, brother, I'm here, I haven't seen you here..."

"How is it possible? I obviously didn't wander around. You must have found the wrong place. You should look for it carefully!" Su Che replied seriously.

The heavy footsteps suddenly became very hasty, and they sounded from the earpiece of the old functional phone and the dark aisle of the haunted house at the same time. The pair of black and orange sneakers appeared out of nowhere from the aisle of the haunted house that Su Che had passed before, accompanied by the rush The sound of heavy footsteps came quickly like a frame.

His eyes were cold for a while, and Su Che could clearly see a faint phantom standing above the pair of black and orange sneakers. Judging from the outline of this phantom, it should be a man of medium build.

"It doesn't look like a ghost, but it looks like a shadow cast by a person on a mirror. Now it is basically certain that the Daliuwan Haunted House is the ghost of the mirror. This pair of shoes and the outline of the phantom on it should be the victim who died in the Daliuwan Haunted House some time ago. By."

Su Che had just searched the Daliuwan villa in the southern suburbs of Shuangqing City not long ago, and he already knew something about the murder that happened here, so he was able to guess the identity of the ghost in the mirror very quickly.

The ghost in the mirror approaching Su Che like frame-by-frame made no sound except heavy footsteps, but Long Wenhua's indifferent voice came from the old functional phone, "Brother... I Got you......"

"interesting."

Su Che thought of this for the first time, and he said happily, "I saw you too, come here quickly!"

"..." There was a long silence on the phone.

you have a problem!

Is it because I'm not scary enough, or are you drifting away?

The sinister laughter came from the handset of the mobile phone, and spread in the aisle of the haunted house at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the sinister laughter overwhelmed the heavy footsteps.

Su Che suddenly felt something approaching behind him, and he glanced back suddenly. It was a female ghost with protruding eyes, loose hair, and a face full of suffocation and bruise. Painful, twisted, and cruel Various negative emotions.

"Buy one get one free?" Su Che said in surprise.

The moment the two ghosts heard his words, the whole ghost was dumbfounded.

You have problems, you must have big problems!

"I have no friends... Excuse me... can you be my friends?"

Before the black and orange sneakers took a few steps, the dirty little boy puppet that Huang Xiaoying had hidden earlier slowly raised its head, and a pair of small hands grabbed the heels of the black and orange sneakers.

The phantom silhouette of a human figure on the black and orange interlaced sneakers grabbed by the dirty little boy's hands was like a shattered mirror, with cracks and cracks appearing.

The suffocating female ghost who had approached behind Su Che made a movement, it seemed to want to jump onto Su Che's shoulder, Su Che's short-distance sprinting skills were brought into full play immediately, and the whole person turned into an afterimage from the suffocating female ghost. The ghost ran away without a trace.

"?"

The suffocating female ghost is a little dazed. I just made a gesture and haven't actually acted yet. You are all gone.

Am I a ghost or are you a ghost?

As soon as Su Che ran away from the suffocating female ghost, Huang Xiaoying, who was stepping on blood-stained high heels, appeared in front of the suffocating female ghost silently, and the two ghosts faced each other instantly.

"Hehehehe..." A strange smile appeared on Huang Xiaoying's face.

Not to be outdone, the suffocating female ghost jumped on Huang Xiaoying's shoulder. Huang Xiaoying quickly stretched out her pale arms and grabbed the suffocating female ghost. The pale arm plunged into the body of the suffocating female ghost.

The pupils of the suffocating ghost's bulging eye sockets filled with venom suddenly shrank to the size of a needle point, and the dense blood-colored lines twisted and entangled its pupils, and the various negative emotions revealed by the dark purple face of the suffocating ghost gradually condensed.

The suffocating female ghost caught by Huang Xiaoying this time did not turn into a puppet like the ghost it caught before, but slowly shrunk into a small square mirror.

Taking advantage of the dim light in the corridor, Su Che's eyelids twitched, and he saw the image reflected in the small mirror held by Huang Xiaoying, which was Long Wenhua's face with a terrified expression.

In addition, at this time, Long Wenhua's shoulder was still pressed on the shoulder of the suffocating female ghost who was almost exactly the same as the suffocating female ghost who appeared behind Su Che just now.

"It seems that every mirror in the haunted house is an independent ghost. Although it takes a lot of effort to kill them, it is really troublesome just because they can drag people into the mirror world." Su Che's heart sank.

The black and orange cross-color sneakers caught by the dirty little boy have been shattered into glass shards, but through the small mirror in Huang Xiaoying's hand, Su Che can see that there is another pair of sneakers in front of Long Wenhua. Black and orange sneakers.

"These ghosts in the mirror will not be killed as long as they have mirrors, so the mirror souls controlling these ghosts in the mirror must be found to get rid of them."

Standing alone in the mirror of the Daliuwan Haunted House, the sound of heavy footsteps and sinister laughter echoed back and forth. When the ghosts in the mirror cannot be killed, it is undoubtedly a waste of time to continue to entangle with them.

"Wait, that's..." Su Che saw through the mirror the clothes that Long Wenhua had taken off on the floor in the corridor, as well as the glowing mobile phone screen in the pocket of the clothes, "Long Wenhua has always held There are two mobile phones, but this one was not snatched by that ghost."

The mobile phone in the clothes is bright and shadowy, and it should be playing the screen of the live broadcast room to interact with the audience in the live broadcast room.

Tucking Professor Yang's pointer into his sleeve, Su Che pulled out his hand and cut off the call between the old functional phone and the ghost in the mirror, and said to Chen Chen on the old functional phone, "Use that phone to use your data to go online. phone call, such a simple thing can always be done, right?"

'This is fine'

Blood red characters appeared on the screen of the mobile phone.

Soon, in the mirror, the light of the phone screen under Long Wenhua's undressing suddenly dimmed, showing the page where the call was dialed. From the sudden change of facial expression, one can tell at a glance that Long Wenhua must have heard the ringtone from the mobile phone.

Chapter 470 Gan, the wound on the chrysanthemum is open again

Long Wenhua felt that time had become extremely slow, and the scenes he had experienced in his life were rapidly passing by before his eyes. It was not that he had never experienced this feeling of dying.

He had this feeling as early as when he was nearly drowned in the anorectal department of Nanhe Hospital when he was pushed down by a ghost doll in the toilet, and now he is not as flustered as before after the second replay of his life experience.

The five hands protruding from the mirror firmly grasped Long Wenhua's body and dragged him into the mirror.

The rotten smell of food still lingered in his nostrils, but the dirty little boy he had seen many times did not respond to his call and appeared to save him.

"Could it be that this is a hallucination because I was so scared that I couldn't think clearly?"

The fleeting thought flashed from his mind, followed by the ringing of the mobile phone in the pocket of his clothes on the ground. At this last moment, a trace of redness flashed in Long Wenhua's eyes, and a heart-rending voice came from the unhealed Chrysanthemum. The severe tearing pain stimulated his already muddled mind into a little clarity.

"Hey, the wound on the chrysanthemum is open again! I, Long, did something wrong, this wound will never heal, will it?"

The severe tearing pain spread in the chrysanthemum area with the wet touch. Long Wenhua felt that his unconscious and uncontrollable arms regained a little mobility in the stimulation of this severe pain. He seemed to be crazy. She tore off the last bit of charred and rotten strips of the consecration robe on her body, and flung her head and face at the suffocating female ghost with long hair hanging down her shoulders.

bang——

The flames exploded, and the remaining rags of the consecrated Taoist robe splashed hot flames. The suffocating female ghost who stepped on Long Wenhua's shoulder let out a shrill scream and disappeared, replaced by a piece of cloth that should have been bound on the wall. on the vanity mirror.