No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

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Dense cracks filled the surface of the vanity mirror, and it immediately shattered.

Unable to tolerate Long Wenhua heaving a sigh of relief, the sound of heavy footsteps rang in his ears, causing Long Wenhua to feel chills all over his body. He suddenly raised his head and looked forward. The pair of black and orange cross-colored sneakers had already reached the place where he discarded. In the place of his clothes, he stood in front of the phone that kept ringing, without moving.

In the hallway of the haunted house, Long Wenhua pulled his lungs and gasped for breath. He stared very cautiously at the motionless sneakers standing in front of the ringing mobile phone.

"Mr. Su must be calling me. As long as the phone is connected, the ghost will appear. This is my last chance...Once I fail, I will die in the Daliuwan Haunted House... ..." Long Wenhua had such a clear understanding in his heart.

He didn't know what he had done, let this powerful consecrated Taoist robe inadvertently pull his hips, and only survived the attack of the ghost in the mirror twice before it was burned to ashes. It must be false to say that he didn't regret it, Dragon Wenhua could only swallow the bitter fruit silently.

"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have washed this Taoist robe cheaply. If it's dirty, just make it dirty, as long as it's useful."

Long Wenhua was really terrified. Even when he was pressed into the toilet and drowned in the anorectal department of Nanhe Hospital, he had never been so desperate as he is now. Only at the moment when the female ghost penetrates, can there be such a desperate emotion.

"As long as I move, it will turn its target to me [-]%. Now it stands in front of the phone without any movement. It should feel the threat from the ghost on the phone. It knows that the call is from a ghost, so it dare not Come here rashly."

At the critical moment of life and death, Long Wenhua's mind became more active. He was a little helpless, his muscular body was leaning against the wall of the corridor, and his muscles did not give him the slightest sense of security.

Long Wenhua took several deep breaths, "If you move, you will die, if you don't move, you will die. The mirror that reflects the sneakers will reappear after being shattered by the flames ignited by the Taoist robe. I can't guarantee that the one just now The female ghost with a purple face will also come to trouble me again, so I can only seize this opportunity."

"Fight!"

That's what he said, but Long Wenhua's muscular arms were still trembling as much as he should. He picked up the completely burnt residue of the consecration robe that would be crushed with a little force after driving away the suffocating female ghost, and reflected it out. Mirrors of black and orange sneakers dashed past.

The audience in the live broadcast room also felt the tense atmosphere of this life-and-death period, and they all cheered for Long Wenhua.

"Brother Long, you have to work hard, otherwise the old and young men in the village will have a feast!"

"Bets on the bet, Brother Long pays [-] for an extreme counter-kill, Brother Long is easily killed by the mirror ghost, pays [-] for every one!"

"Good guys, do you mean that you want Brother Long to die? Brother Long, you must come back alive. The world of spirit exploration cannot live without you, and the female ghosts in Jiangcheng cannot lose you either!"

"The pair of sneakers should have been burned by Brother Long's Taoist robe just now, but they can still reappear. This time the real hammer is an evil spirit. If you want to let this thing spread out, I'm afraid you need to take jujube pills... .. Can anyone tell me Taoist Zhang, where is Brother Long live broadcasting now?"

"The haunted house in Daliuwan in the southern suburbs of Shuangqing City!"

Soon someone answered his question, and at this time Long Wenhua threw out the residue of the consecrated Taoist robe that he was holding tightly with both hands. The scorched and crushed cloth residue was scattered everywhere like lime powder, especially when he came into contact with it. Faint embers flared from the mirror reflecting the sneakers.

"It works!" Seeing this, Long Wenhua was surprised and delighted.

This useless consecration robe was used to the extreme by him. He bent down to pick up the clothes thrown on the ground, took out his mobile phone and connected the call, all actions were done in one go.

"Is that you, big brother?" Long Wenhua was very excited.

A gloomy voice came from the other end of the phone, "No, this is a dead person."

The conversation between one person and one ghost lasted only for a moment, and the heavy footsteps of the ghost in the mirror, covered by the residue of embers from the consecration robe, paused for a while, and then sounded, very close at hand.

"Damn! The embers of the Taoist robe failed to burn it!"

Long Wenhua held his breath, the muscles on his body bulged like spasms, he looked up anxiously, the cold light of the mobile phone screen silently reflected Long Wenhua's unshaven bearded face, on the mirror close at hand, he looked I saw the outline of a face silently watching myself in the mirror.

A cold breath enveloped Long Wenhua's whole body.

The trembling hand trembled suddenly, the phone slipped from his hand, and fell to the ground with a snap.

The slapping sound scared Long Wenhua back to his senses immediately, looking at the outline of the face in the mirror, he tremblingly said, "Big...Big brother...don't scare me... ...You, you, you...you have gone into the mirror..."

"Why do you think I'm in the mirror?" Su Che's voice came out from the receiver of the mobile phone that fell from Long Wenhua's hand, Su Che paused and continued, "I don't have time to explain so much to you now, As long as there are mirrors in the haunted house, these ghosts in the mirror cannot be killed, I need your cooperation, immediately go to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house, and the mirror soul that controls the ghosts in the mirror is there!"

Chapter 470 Don't go in, there's something inside!

Su Che's voice on the phone wasn't too loud, but the audience in the live broadcast room could hear him clearly.

The audience in the live broadcast room turned their attention from the mirror in front of Long Wenhua to the phone that fell to the ground, and sent barrage with a slightly weird expression.

"Isn't King Bi still in Jiangcheng? Why did he suddenly appear from the mirror?"

"There is only one truth, and that is that the king is a ghost!"

"Heroes see the same thing, and I think so too."

"Maybe the King of Kings is also watching Brother Long's live broadcast? It's not wrong for him to find out that Brother Long has an accident and rush over to save people, right? You young people are so naive!"

The audience in the live broadcast room talked a lot, especially when Su Che said the word "Jing Hun", the screen in the live broadcast room that had been stabilized trembled again.

And because of some unknown reason, the live video image became more and more blurred, and in the end, only the gloomy corridors of the Daliuwan Haunted House, Long Wenhua and the blurred outline of the mirror revealing Su Che's silhouette could be seen. It was as if a ghost had invaded the live broadcast room, and it looked extraordinarily infiltrating.

"Ghosts, goblins, leave quickly, goblins, goblins, go away, bullet screen protection!"

"What happened, why did the video screen in the live broadcast room become like this, could it be haunted?"

"The old man is timid, slipped away..."

"Why panic? Even if there is a ghost, it can come along the network cable and kill you?"

"Brother, be careful, don't talk nonsense!"

After a few more minutes, the blurry picture in the live broadcast room became clear again, and the rioting speeches of the audience gradually subsided.

Long Wenhua didn't dare to hang up the phone, so he couldn't know the commotion that just happened in the live broadcast room. When he heard that Su Che wanted him to go to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House to cooperate, he said with some fear, "Brother, the Haunted House now The situation was very wrong. The layout of the haunted house I saw when I came in with the staff of the haunted house during the day was completely different from the current haunted house. The project hotel Nightmare, which was supposed to be on the second floor of the haunted house, appeared on the basement floor of the haunted house where I was. "

"I feel... the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house should not be where it used to be."

"No, the ghosts in the mirror in the Daliuwan Haunted House haven't reached the point where they can create ghosts, you just go to the horror theater on the fifth floor of the haunted house, and leave the rest to me, Su, to find a solution. "Su Che's voice came from the receiver.

Immediately afterwards, he reminded emphatically, "Pay attention on the way to the horror theater, and remember to avoid the mirror. I remember that five people died in the Daliuwan Haunted House. I guess these five victims were controlled by the mirror soul after death and became mirrors. Ghosts, there are only three mirror ghosts showing up now, besides them, there should be two that haven't appeared before."

Hearing this sentence, Long Wenhua panicked even more. The three ghosts in the mirror he had encountered before were already scary enough, but he didn't expect that there were two ghosts in the mirror who hadn't shown up before. Isn't that a bit too much? exaggerate?

And these five ghosts in the mirror are not the scariest, the mirror soul that Su Che described as controlling the five ghosts in the mirror is the scariest thing in the Daliuwan Haunted House...

Right now, Su Che, whom he regards as a great savior, is in the mirror, and Wang Nan and Wu Xiu, who followed him into the Daliuwan Haunted House, are even more uncertain.

He looked at the mobile phone that fell on the ground, and said, "I'll go right away!"

"Very well, don't hang up the phone. Even if you get a call from the phone after being hung up in an emergency, don't connect easily. You must know that your mobile phone used for live broadcast... hands!"

Su Che's eyes were firmly fixed on Long Wenhua in the palm-sized mirror. He just tried to stick his hand out of the mirror like a ghost in the mirror, but the cold and hard touch of his fingertips silently told him that this was unrealistic. idea.

For a living person, the world in the mirror and the world outside the mirror are two worlds upside down and parallel to each other. Although he can observe the Daliuwan Haunted House outside the mirror through this palm-sized mirror, he cannot see the ghost in the mirror. interfere with it.

Long Wenhua was attacked by the ghost in the mirror several times before, but the ghost in the mirror couldn't kill him directly, but wanted to drag him into the world in the mirror.

"These ghosts in the mirror are nothing to worry about. The most important thing is to find the mirror ghost in the haunted house in Daliuwan."

Compared with Professor Yang's pointer, the 54-type pistol has a more direct effect on killing the ghost in the mirror. Su Che put the old functional machine into the opening of the shoulder strap of the backpack and fixed it, and then took the palm-sized mirror from Huang Xiaoying's hand , holding the Type 54 pistol tightly with the other hand, with the index finger on the trigger, and walked quickly in the direction Long Wenhua was heading.

As Long Wenhua picked up the phone and turned back along the original road, the atmosphere in the dark corridor of the haunted house became obviously depressed.

In the drowsy hallway, occasionally a few beams of lights were reflected and flickered. They were the ghosts in the mirror hiding in the dark waiting for the living to come to the door to die.

Long Wenhua kept Su Che's instructions in mind, watched all directions, and listened to all directions, carefully avoiding the mirror hidden in the hallway of the haunted house.

Long Wenhua knew very well that he had already been persecuted by three ghosts in the mirror. Once he bumped into any of the ghosts in the mirror again, it would inevitably attract more ghosts in the mirror, and it would be difficult to escape .

After tensing his nerves and walking for a few minutes, his behavior of avoiding the mirror on purpose was exactly as Su Che said, the weird thing didn't happen again, he found the direction and rushed to the upper floor of the haunted house smoothly.

"Huh..." Panting softly, the tense nerves relaxed a little, and the pain of being burned and stabbed by glass shards rushed into his brain in an instant, causing Long Wenhua to gasp in pain.

He hid at the corner of the stairs and looked out, and asked Su Che on the phone in a low voice, "Brother, I've gone up to the upper floor of the haunted house. It's very quiet and there are no strange things around."

"Very good, continue to the second floor of the haunted house!" Not long after, Su Che's voice came out from the phone.

At this time, Su Che's situation was a bit delicate. After walking out of the basement, he found that the road ahead was pitch-black. He stretched out his hand to grope in the darkness, but what responded to him was nothingness and cold touch.

There is nothing ahead!

However, as Long Wenhua continued to move forward, after the scene on the ground floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House was reflected by the mirror following Long Wenhua, the mirror world Su Che lived in mirrored the opposite of the outside world at a speed visible to the naked eye. The first floor scene of the Daliuwan Haunted House.

"It's a bit weird. Could it be that the Mirror Soul hasn't fully reflected the Daliuwan Haunted House into the mirror world?"

The structure of the upper floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House is relatively complicated. Long Wenhua walked out of the basement floor and continued to walk carefully to the depths of the upper floor of the Daliuwan Haunted House.

As he walked, he whispered in his mouth, "The first floor of the Daliuwan haunted house is a small maze, and the stairs leading to the second floor of the haunted house are at the deepest part of the labyrinth of the corridor of hell, but I know a few internal passages used by the staff of the haunted house. nearby!"

The action on the ground floor of the haunted house was smoother than before, so smooth that Long Wenhua once thought that the ghosts in the mirror were just looking for him on the basement floor.

Press the mechanism on the wall of the labyrinth in the corridor of hell, and a secret door is opened on the wall with a click.

Su Che's voice suddenly came from the phone, "Don't go in, there's something inside!"

Before Su Che finished speaking, Long Wenhua's left foot had already stepped into the secret door.

Chapter 470 It is my duty to clean up the door!

At the same time, what was in front of Su Che in the mirror world was an extremely creepy scene.

The moment Long Wenhua pushed open the secret door, a cold wind blew out from the secret door, followed by candlelight that was dull like blood, and a foul smell.

The narrow staff passage of the haunted house is full of half-burned candles. Unlike normal burning candles, these candles are filled with white candles throughout the staff passage of the haunted house...

It is blood-like red.

And in the middle of these white candles lit like blood, lay a young man in his early twenties with a thin body.

"Wang Nan..." The name of this man in his early twenties with a straight inch quickly came to Su Che's mind.

In Su Che's line of sight, Wang Nan, who appeared in the staff channel of the mirror world at this time, has undergone earth-shaking changes compared with the appearance in the live broadcast earlier.

The entire staff passageway of the haunted house was lit up, and the wicks extending from the white candles burning blood-red candles densely ran through Wang Nan's body. Those drowsy, blood-like candles seemed to be using his blood as fuel to emit blood-colored candles.

Fully armed and walked into the staff passage of the haunted house, Su Che's eyes were fixed on Wang Nan.

In the narrow staff passageway of the haunted house, there was only Wang Nan and the blood-colored candlelight burning from the white candle. Su Che sniffed the foul smell, and the source of it was Wang Nan who was lying in the white candle.

"This is the fourth ghost in the mirror. A white candle lights a blood-colored candle... Wang Nan has obviously been dragged into the mirror world by this ghost in the mirror, so the ghost in the mirror may have possessed the outside world. Wang Nan is sick." Combining the situation he had mastered, Su Che easily deduced what Long Wenhua had to face.

Huang Xiaoying's blood-stained high-heeled shoes clattered beside Su Che. When it passed by the white candle burning with blood-colored candlelight, the candlelight swayed wildly, making the shadow of Wang Nan lying on the ground very strange.

Su Che looked at the narrow staff passage of the haunted house. There were no doors and windows around, only an air-conditioning ventilation duct for ventilation, inlaid with dim lights and hung at a height of two meters from the ground. touched.

Looking up, Su Che made a new discovery. He raised his hand and forcefully tore off the grille of the air-conditioning ventilation duct. Inside the dusty exhaust duct, he saw lines written all over with solidified dark blood. handwriting.

Or because the time is too long, some of the handwriting has been covered with dust, making it difficult to see clearly.

"The blood is very old, it should be left by the person who climbed into the ventilation duct before." Su Che didn't care about Wang Nan who was lying not far away and looked very scary, and took out a bright flashlight from his backpack. Shine into the air-conditioning ventilation duct.

"Am I really dreaming?"

"No, all of this is too real, I am definitely not dreaming, I want to leave evidence and come over tomorrow to check!"

"Why? Why is this happening? There are other people in the haunted house!"