No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

The voice was extremely loud, and the old man was startled by the thunder-like sound, thinking that the young man who was leading the charge was about to throw a human head at him. You don't have to be so loud, I'm not young, but I'm not deaf yet!"

"Really? Seeing how trembling you are, old man, I thought you were deaf." Su Che put on a dumbfounded posture, and sighed bluntly, "Oh, old man, the Association The plan to deal with the ghost under the river-blocking bridge in Jiangcheng failed completely, and all the members of the association who went to Jiangcheng to support were wiped out by the police who ambushed there. I will never see you again!"

Seeing this scene, the old man's face turned blue, and he twitched his face and scolded in a low voice, "Enough, don't you see what this place is? Can Jiangcheng's plan be discussed freely here?"

Then he slashed hard at the position of his neck, "The association has suffered heavy losses now, if even the last stronghold is exposed under the eyes of Dongjiang Guoan, can you bear this responsibility? You can tell those who have heard Ordinary people with information about the Tarot Society will be disposed of."

"Ah? Can't we tell the news that the ghost's action plan under the Jiangcheng River Barrier Bridge has failed?" Su Che pretended to have a big change in expression, and exclaimed in amazement.

The old man has a big head, you young man is not good at thinking, you have repeatedly emphasized that you can't say that you don't listen, not to mention that I am not deaf, so it is necessary to be so loud?

With an exclamation, Su Che lowered his voice slowly, "I thought that the hermit had successfully captured the ghost under the river-blocking bridge, and now that he has arrived in Jiangcheng and got into the hell train, and is about to sneak into the lair of the association to kill wildly, we must immediately It’s okay to tell the fool, so it doesn’t need to be said, it’s all right.”

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The old man looked at Su Che, then at the members of the Ghost Story Association and the three passers-by gathered together. The deep and interlaced wrinkles on his face twitched violently a few times, his bloodless lips pursed, and finally turned into Cheng yelled frantically, "The hermit controlled the ghost under the Jiangcheng Bridge? Has he returned to Shuangqing and got into the hell train? Are you talking about such an important thing now?"

"Ah, this..." Su Che shrank his body, and replied weakly, "It's the old man who asked me not to say it..."

"When the hell did I..." The old man's frantic roar stopped suddenly, and he suddenly realized, "This sentence... seems to be really what I just said!"

At this moment, the old man noticed Yuan He's head in Su Che's hand, and immediately changed the subject, "What is this human head in your hand?"

Su Che's complexion darkened, and he looked at the old man with great dissatisfaction, "Old man, what did you say? You actually said who our own Boss Yuan is? He is nothing at all!"

"..." The corners of Yuan He's mouth twitched, and there was a feeling of sadness in his heart that I was the only one who was injured, but he had to cooperate with Su Che in a hurry, and hissed viciously, "That's right, you old bastard Why do you say that I am something? I am a living person in your eyes, just a thing?"

"I'm not...I didn't...What the hell is this? It's not a thing to scold you...It's obviously this young man with an abnormal brain!" The old man stared blankly in Su Che and Yuan He glanced back and forth.

You two are awesome.

No, that's not the point!

The subway train parked beside the old subway platform made a loud rumbling noise, and the old man's brain was stimulated by the noise to recover his thinking ability, "The train from hell will arrive in the station in two and a half hours. I don’t want any information with the words Tarot Society to spread in Shuangqing.”

"Hey, old man, are you getting old and your brain is not working well? I didn't even say the three words of Tarot Society. It's obviously you who said these three words in a foolish way!" Su Che was instantly vigilant. When he got up, he stared at the old man with piercing eyes.

The old man opened his mouth, and didn't know what to say for a while. He took a long time to catch his breath, and said quietly, "I didn't mean that, I meant that the relevant association took action against the ghost under the bridge in Jiangcheng, and they planned everything The information about the failure cannot be leaked to the ears of ordinary people, let alone spread out, so that Dongjiang Guoan's note can know that we are hidden in the subway line [-], do you...understand?"

"Understood!" Su Che nodded, but he quickly shook his head and said, "But it's a pity, because they answered my question correctly and received a coupon for the whole night experience of the Hell Train project from me, so I can't be satisfied. For your request, old man, you should hire another wise man!"

Chapter 530 You didn't even ask me!

Gao Ming please?

I'm going to hire another lonely Gao Ming!

How many living people are left in the current Tarot Society, can anyone invite me?

The old man said that he was already old, what kind of lunatics and perverts had he never seen?I chatted and laughed with them in the Tarot Club!

But you like...

Really see you for the first time.

"If you don't do it, I'll do it." The veins on his forehead were tense, and the old man was clearly furious, and the words were almost squeezed out between his teeth.

However, in the next second, Su Che stopped in front of him unhurriedly, "This is your fault, old man. Did I tell you to do it for me? Besides, at your age, how could it be possible for them to be so young?" Young opponent? Don't be so irritable, what if you die of anger? You live a day at this age, don't be so pessimistic!"

If you can't speak, don't speak.

If you are not one of the Tarot Society, believe it or not, I will stab you to death right away?

The tense veins on his forehead moved, and the old man felt that his blood pressure was rising continuously. If he continued to spend with this young man with a sick brain, he might have a cerebral blood vessel burst and have a stroke.

The old man glared at Su Che fiercely, "You, shut up."

"Okay, okay, I really can't do anything about you, you go, but you have to say in advance, if you can't win, I won't go up to rescue you." Su Che signed in sign language.

The old man just felt dizzy and didn't want to see Su Che gesticulate there. He clenched his jacket pocket tightly, passed Su Che who was leading the charge, and lowered his head as if he didn't see Su Che's gestures. Silently walked towards the members of the Guitan Association and three passers-by.

'Grandpa, it's not that I look down on you. You're really not afraid of showing off when you blend in with these young and powerful people at your age? '

You may not believe the old man, but I can assure you that you are not their opponent. '

'Is the old man expensive this year?Have you eaten?Do you want to have a skewer with me when you go out from Metro Line [-]?My treat! '

As the old man walked forward, Su Che calmly took out a pen and paper from his backpack, and wrote paragraphs of words with great concern.

At this time, the old man’s heart seemed to have been severely trampled by thousands of grass mud horses from the Mahler Gobi. Go f*cking and dodge the waist, go f*cking is not an opponent, go f***ing supper, now I just Want to kill!

Ten meters... seven meters... four meters...

The distance is getting closer and closer, the old man's ravine face is gradually distorted, and the muddy eyelids droop silently. Under the dim light of the old subway station, the old man slowly loosens his clenched hands. The jacket suddenly inflated rapidly, revealing the shapes of weird and ferocious little ghosts.

The sweater inside the jacket quietly turned into a squirming umbilical cord mixed with blood and amniotic fluid coagulation.

The whole body of the old man showed a posture full of holes, three layers inside and three layers outside were mixed with the smelly umbilical cord and its mixture, like a monster covered with tentacles.

The figure of the old man was projected on the ground and walls by the lights of the old subway station, and the black shadow spread around, pouring out terrifying and chilling evil thoughts like a ghost.

"Old...Old man, are you the old man who lives in the Arctic Circle to deliver his son?" Su Che put on a shocked expression, and murmured involuntarily.

The old man twisted his face, "Shut up, the one who lives in the Arctic Circle is called Santa Claus!"

His chest and abdomen heaved violently, and the cloudy old eyes were completely occupied by blood red, and the smell of the dead old man mixed with the warm breath of fresh flesh diffused instantly.

The black shadow with teeth and claws under him invaded, looking maliciously at the members of the Guai Tan Association and three passers-by who seemed to have been frightened, and slowly agitated the Adam's apple covered with age spots, and the jacket that swelled to the extreme made a puff, like a discouraged breath. Long beep.

At this moment, in Su Che's sight, the deformed little ghost entrenched in the old man's jacket was connected to the wounded umbilical cord of the old man's wounded body, lurking in the invading shadow, as if he was going to attack the members of the Ghost Story Association and three passers-by. body climbed away.

"Grandpa, did you fart just now? It stinks!" Su Che said in a trembling voice.

The old man frowned and pretended not to hear Su Che's words. At the moment when he was stunned, everyone in the Guild of Ghost Story moved.

Tick.

The dark yellow grease dripping from Tiantian's plump cheeks fell on the tiles on the floor, splashing a greasy oily flower; Kuang Cheng had long been prepared to take out the steaming medical plasma from the lining pocket of his clothes. Tons poured into his mouth, and the black and stiff features of the black-haired fangs appeared instantly; and Fatty Qian's already high abdomen, like a woman who was pregnant in October, showed a strange outline of fetal movement.

"Hungry...I'm so hungry!"

Mr. H was startled, and moved his short body straight to bump into the old man.

The three passers-by and Tang Xun looked at the members of the Ghost Story Association whose image had changed drastically, and their whole bodies were about to split apart. They exclaimed in unison, "What the hell is this? Could it be that we are the only ones alive tonight?"

The sudden force of the members of the Guitan Association obviously exceeded the old man's expectations. One second, it was fish meat waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board, and the next second they kicked over the chopping board, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, which almost missed him. .

The little ghost connected by the fishy umbilical cord that was wounded three layers in the middle and the outer layer of the old man's body full of holes was mercilessly hammered by the members of the Ghost Story Association.

Either it will be crushed into a cake by Xiao Tiantian with the momentum of Mount Tai, or the umbilical cord will be torn off by Kuang's long and sharp black nails, and then it will become a dead fetus with black and black body. The worst thing is to be caught by Fatty Qian and swallow part of it The starving ghost in the red clothes of the ghost takeaway seems to have awakened some strange hobby. The whole mouth is dilated to the extreme, showing sharp and sharp teeth. One bite after another, the old man has an ominous premonition that he is about to go bankrupt.

The most direct one was Mr. H, who slammed an iron head into the abdomen of the old man surrounded by the umbilical cord, and almost spit out the old man's overnight meal.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Under severe pain, the old man's figure was knocked flying by Mr. H, and the umbilical cord wrapped around the wounded body was forced open, and it was about to burst.

"What kind of monsters are these?" The old man tremblingly got up from the cold ground, hissing, "Wait a minute, who are you?"

"Who are we? That's a good question!" Receiving Su Che's gaze, Kuang Cheng, who was covered in black hair, showed his fangs stained with medical plasma in a wicked way, and slowly took out a symbol representing the Tarot. The star gold-edged tarot card of the core member of the club, "You old man is so courageous, you even want to kill us?"

As Britney and Fatty Qian took out gold-edged Tarot cards representing the Empress and the Hanged Man respectively, their muddy blood-red old eyes looked at Su Che with shocked emotions, "You, you... Why don't you tell me that they are all core members of the association?"

"You didn't ask me!" Su Che shrugged.

Whoa!

A mouthful of old blood gushed from his throat.

The old man could no longer control the surviving little ghosts, the smelly umbilical cord opened and closed back and forth, and the resentful little ghosts turned their targets one after another, pulling the umbilical cord connecting the old man's battered body back into the jacket, making the scalp tingling sound of tearing Then it sounded, and the warm breath of fresh flesh and blood became more intense.

The vision in front of him was plunged into darkness. Before the old man completely lost consciousness, he vaguely saw Su Che standing in front of him and shouting with great concern, "Old man? Old man! Are you dead? If you are not dead, let me know. Don’t want me to call the 120 emergency number for you and call someone to rescue you! Hey, old man, you should say something, you must not give up the treatment!”

At this moment, the old man only felt extremely wronged. He licked his blood and followed the fool to hide for Shuangqing for many years. In the end, after all the calculations, he couldn't figure out that he didn't fall into the hands of Dongjiang Guoan's cops, but in the hands of his own people. The gutter capsized.

He pulled up the remaining strength in his body, and wailed sharply at Su Che who was standing in front of him, who was concerned and questioning, "Get out of here!"

Chapter 530 Boss Yuan: The hearts of you core members are really dirty!

Su Che and everyone from the Guild of Ghost Story were speechless.

"President, this old man... the old man is dead, right?" Kuang Cheng kicked the old man's body, as if he had no bones.

Cut open the old man's leather coat with a butcher's knife, a strong and warm smell of flesh and blood came towards him, and the scene before Su Che's eyes could only be described as bloody and bloody.

And those deformed stillborn fetuses with black, black and stiff bodies were immersed in the warm flesh and blood of the old man without moving. It even started to rot.

Su Che shook his head, put away the butcher's knife, and after confirming that the old man had completely cooled down, he had no choice but to look at Yuan He's head and said, "This is very difficult. Members of the association were brutally killed by stillborn revenge. We and the fool The contact channel is completely cut off, Boss Yuan, do you still have familiar association members to take us to the Fool?"

Hearing this sentence, Yuan He expressed that he was numb, and complained silently in his heart, "This old thing was obviously killed by you, the hearts of you core members are really dirty! Now there are two forces in the association, We ordinary members... if we make a mistake, we will die without a place to die, it's miserable, it's too miserable!"

Of course, the slander in my heart belongs to the slander, Yuan He, who has completely betrayed the Fool, has no other way to go now, but can only follow the path of Mr. Su, who expelled the Fool from his membership on the spot.

"No...no, since the person who recruited me into the association was killed on the spot during the suppression operation of the Dongjiang Guoan group four years ago, I basically don't have contact with other ordinary members of the association. This is quite dangerous. The behavior of cheating and eating black is too common in the association, especially the accidental death of a core member. The promotion period after the Tarot card representing the identity of the core member is vacant, most people can't imagine the lunatics and perverts in the association. What will be done for the identity of core members.

What's more... There are also those bizarre rumors about tarot cards circulating within the association. "

Yuan He glanced at the gold-edged Tarot cards in the hands of everyone in the Guitan Association with great greed. He also wanted to know what kind of crazy powers the Tarot cards had that passed down miraculously.

"Then how much do you know about the hell train?" Su Che asked casually.

Yuan He thought that Su Che didn't trust him, so he quickly explained, "I knew that the Fool would appear at Nanwan Station of Metro Line [-] at a quarter past two in the morning every morning. Never heard of it!

And just now this old guy said that the Hell Train is the last stronghold of the association, Mr. Su, you heard it too, how can the fool let all the ordinary members of the association know such secret information, in case they are caught by Dongjiang Guoan's note, they will be tortured and interrogated If you expose the hell train on Metro Line [-], isn't it all over? "

Su Che was not surprised by Yuan He's explanation. Everyone in the Ghost Story Association also looked at each other after hearing Yuan He's explanation, and the dignified expression on their faces relaxed a little.

It's still early, and it's still half an hour before dawn, not to mention the hell train that doesn't show up until two o'clock in the morning.

Therefore, Su Che intends to take this opportunity to find out what is the connection between the old subway station where everyone is staying and Shuangqing's subway line [-]. Under the nose for many years, under the influence of the hustle and bustle of urban ghost stories, the truth has not been discovered for a long time.

"There is still some time before the hell train enters the station. I estimate that in another half an hour, that is, some evil things will happen at this subway station in the early morning. Taking advantage of the time before the hell train arrives at the station, we'd better stay here The subway station collects some clues about the Hell Train." Su Che said, looking at the dim corridor where the old man came just now.

Kuang Cheng nodded, "The president is right. The current situation is a situation where the enemy is in the dark and we are in the dark. It is always right to make extra preparations. What do you think, Sister Tian?"

"This subway station gives me a very bad feeling. They... are urging me to escape from here all the time." They, as Britney said, obviously represent those radio grudges who died of ghost takeaways. soul.

Su Che was just about to ponder why the resentful soul of the radio station that Britney was suffering wanted to escape from this subway station, when Fatty Qian's next words cleared up his doubts.

Fatty Qian said, "Ghost, this platform...is a platform for ghosts!"

This sentence immediately reminded Su Che that he searched online during the day. Two years ago, a passenger took the last subway of Metro Line [-], but when he arrived at the terminal, he saw a crowd of people waiting to take the subway asking for help. post.

"If the passenger saw that the people who crowded the entire platform waiting to take the subway were ghosts, then everything can be explained. This hell train... the terminal station is really hell, right? ?”