No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Having been in close contact with this group of Yin soldiers, Su Che has figured out their details. This is just a supernatural event caused by the approaching Ghost Festival, and the threat level of this group of Yin soldiers to Su Che is not high.

Compared with the weird and unpredictable Beimen Xie, the truth of this group of Yin soldiers really didn't make Su Che take it to heart.

"Don't worry, this group of dark soldiers looks scary, but in fact, there are more ghosts and fewer bullying people."

The black soldier crashed into the No. 714 bus. At this moment, Su Che suddenly jumped up, and the mourning stick in his hand smashed towards the soldier who could only see the lower body of the armored and helmeted soldier when he entered the carriage.

"Hey! Don't you need to buy a ticket to get on my ghost bus? Everyone wants to evade the fare and get on the bus for free, and they don't show any quality at all? Alas, the world is really declining, and the ghosts are so old!!"

White paper fluttered on the willow branch of the mourning stick, and the moment it hit the bardo soldier, it directly smashed the blurred upper body ghost silhouette into pieces, and the rolled-up wind made the white paper fluttering on the mourning stick emit a mournful shriek Neighing.

Fatty Qian's eyes were red, and his protruding chest squirmed irregularly. He jumped up without Su Che's orders, and jumped out of the broken rear window of the No. 714 bus, revealing his ferocious teeth stained with intermittent blood spots, and directly grabbed a Only passing Yin soldiers bit and gnawed on it.

As long as there are Yin soldiers nearby, regardless of whether the Yin soldiers are attacking him or not, Fatty Qian will tear and bite wildly when he rushes up. The same ferocious teeth as the starved ghost.

Such a crazy gesture directly frightened Lao Liu and the proprietress of the hotel. The proprietress of the hotel hastily covered her eyes, not daring to watch this scene at all.

"Old Liu, order a song, let's play an ambush from all sides." Su Che turned around and shouted at Old Liu.

"What? Order a song?" Old Liu opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief. He looked at the mourning stick in Su Che's hand that was howling and screaming, and he was a little more afraid than when he was attacked by Gumantong .

Su Che waved the mourning stick in his hand continuously, literally smashing the Yin soldiers who entered the carriage one by one, and the howling sound of the mourning stick became louder and louder.

After a while, the sound of ambushes from all sides rang out from the stereo behind the counter in the hotel lobby, intertwined with the howling sound of the mourning stick, not to mention the goosebumps on the bodies of Lao Liu and the hotel proprietress who were at the scene. When they came out, even the neighbors in the neighborhood who had been awakened by the loud noise of the tragic car accident felt shuddering.

"Back the ghost bus out, the space here is too small to use it." Su Che shouted to the subdued ghost.

The No. 714 bus started to move quickly, rubbing against the door frame of the hotel lobby, sparks came out.

Rushing out of the hotel, the evil soldiers on the road surrounded them, the signboard on the roadside was cut by an invisible sharp weapon, and the sound of armor colliding was connected together. Next what is happening.

Bang!

Hammering a ghost soldier to pieces, Su Che jumped out of the car window. He held the mourning stick that was still howling mournfully in one hand, and stood in the middle of the road wrapped around the wayfinder whose chest was pierced by a rusted boat hook.

"I think I, Su, with a scalpel in one hand and Professor Yang's pointer in the other, hacked all the way from Nanfeng Town No. 77 to Nanfeng Middle Road. I hacked back and forth for half an hour. It was blood flowing like a river. There are corpses everywhere, without even blinking an eye!"

"Now I'll give you a chance, whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, it's up to you to choose!"

Striding forward, the Yin soldiers all over the road began to move, and the invisible sharp blade that split the street signs volleyed into the air, and even produced the roar of sharp weapons cutting the air.

Su Che's short-distance sprint skill was fully used, and his whole body turned into a lightning bolt to avoid the invisible sharp blade on his side. At the same time, he pulled the climbing rope connected to the rusted boat hook to make the way-seeking ghost swing wildly.

"Choose group fights?" Su Che looked at the members of the Guild of Ghost Talk who were eager to try in the lobby of the hotel, and said regretfully, "It seems that I, Su, are the only ones to beat you group."

The way-asking ghost slammed down fiercely, and there was a creepy sound on the street. The Yin soldiers who were attacking Su Che were directly smashed down by the way-asking ghost who swung Su Che like a big pendulum.

The ghost asking for directions smashed wildly. Under the horrified and inexplicable eyes of Lao Liu and the surrounding neighbors, coupled with the continuous echoing music of Ambush from Ten Sides, Su Che at this time seemed to be invincible in Changbanpo. Zhao Zilong, who has killed seven times and seven times out, looks like he is still alive, making people call him invincible.

"What is this Master Su doing? This is too fierce! Ancestors bless me, my old Liu is saved, and Baiping Town is also saved!"

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The street lights on both sides of the road were flickering, making the whole street outside Anchen Hotel extremely gloomy. In addition, those Yin soldiers who made harsh noises and could only see their lower bodies clearly exaggerated the terrifying atmosphere to the extreme.

Carrying the way-asking ghost and the mourning stick as they shuttled among the yin soldiers, the sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves could be heard for a while. After clearing away the yin soldiers beside him, Su Che turned his gaze to the periphery. And began to turn around the shadow soldier who was about to run away.

"The promised gang fight, you actually ran away for me?"

It's good that Su Che didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, those Yin soldiers who turned and ran suddenly felt wind under their feet, and they could only see half a blurry ghost in an instant.

Looking around, this group of Yin soldiers who came to the door were either beaten to pieces by the mourning stick, or smashed beyond recognition by the wayfinder picked up by Su Che, what's more, they crawled slowly on the ground, as if they were trying to pretend to be dead Avoid Su Che's eyes.

"With this little ability, do you dare to form a black and evil force to commit crimes?"

Su Che walked up to the Yin soldiers crawling slowly on the ground, trying to pretend to be dead, and gave them kind eyes. It's not that they don't have upper bodies, but they are very illusory, even so illusory that they are almost transparent. To the point, the invisible sharp blade that was used to split the roadside signboard and attack Su Che just now has only a rough outline. If you don't concentrate on looking at it, you can't see clearly what it is under the barrier of the twilight night.

"This is the Baiping Town Anti-crime and Evil Action Team. Do you think you can escape the punishment of the law by being a ghost and do whatever you want?"

The way-asking ghost pulled by the climbing rope suddenly fell down, and the outline of the illusory armor was torn apart. The Yin soldier who fell to the ground and pretended to be dead was directly smashed to pieces by Su Che's sledgehammer.

A pipa song of ambush from ten sides ended, and the whole street was silent.

"There are too many ghost soldiers, so they escaped a lot. The Ghost Festival is getting closer, and I don't know what kind of evil and supernatural events will happen around Shuangqing City." Su Che looked at his hands and stopped howling. The mourning sound of the mourning stick, thoughtful in my heart.

When he used this mourning stick to hit the ghost hand protruding from the pure white wedding dress, it could break it with just one blow; when it hit the body of Uncle Wen who died yesterday under the evil curse of the North Gate, it could even block it. Mars spattered in a large area; but now it can smash the Yin soldiers who borrowed the way like smashing glass, and there is not even a slag left.

Obviously it's just a strange-looking willow branch wrapped in a few strips of white paper, and it doesn't even have the ghost symbols smeared with blood-colored plaques required for consecration, but it is much more useful than ordinary consecration items.

"I don't know what other effects this mourning stick has. It seems that we need to study it carefully."

While Su Che was still thinking, Fatty Qian also finished the sumptuous buffet, and walked quickly with a more bulging stomach.

"President, there are a small number of Yin soldiers left running to the north of the town, and there seems to be a big fire over there, should we chase it?" Fatty Qian opened his mouth and asked with a worried expression.

Su Che could clearly see that the blood spots left by the starving ghost on his teeth not only did not disappear, but became more and more obvious.

"To get rid of the evil, of course we have to catch up with this group of yin soldiers and cut the grass and root out the roots, but you have to wait a little bit, Fatty Qian..."

After briefly responding to Fatty Qian, Su Che turned to Lao Liu and asked the question he had planned to ask after dawn, "Old Liu, do you know Uncle Wen's address?"

"I know, Uncle Wen lives in the north of the town, master...why do you ask this?" Old Liu's face changed, and a bad premonition emerged from his heart.

Su Che said seriously, "That's good. Originally, I planned to wait until dawn, but let's do it together now. Old Liu, take us to Uncle Wen's residence."

Old Liu's heart tightened, and before he could react, Su Che took him onto the No. 714 bus with his arms around his shoulders.

Looking back at the members of the Guild of Ghost Story, in order to prevent the fleeing Yin soldiers from returning to their carbine, he asked the members of the Guild of Ghost Story to stay in the hotel temporarily, and then communicate with each other through the old function machine.

Bringing a big black dog and two chickens, carrying Su Che, Qian Fatty and Lao Liu, just had a tragic car accident, and the shabby-looking No. 714 bus sped past the street.

In the distance, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing with Yin soldiers' armor. Old Liu who was sweating on his forehead in the carriage carefully wiped the sweat. Su Che urged the subduing ghost to speed up the car.

The Yin soldiers fled extremely fast. The No. 714 bus stepped on the accelerator to the end, and the engine roared wildly, but it could barely keep from being thrown off. However, the red fire that burned most of the night sky in the north of Baiping Town gradually became clear in the eyes of the three of them. .

"How many houses would have to burn down to get such a big fire, it looks like no one came out to put out the fire."

Old Liu poked his head out of the 714 bus that might fall apart at any time in fear. If Su Che hadn't been by his side, he would never have dared to make such a move.

"I don't know if the fire in the north of Baiping Town is related to Uncle Wen. Such a big fire is enough to burn all the clues."

Su Che thought to himself.

The Yin soldiers were chased by the No. 714 bus driven by the subdued ghost, so they dared not slow down, but their escape route was not aimless, but all the way north. It seemed that their destination was also in the north of Baiping Town.

The density of buildings on both sides of the street has become looser, and the separation between the north and the south of Baiping Town is clear.

After entering the north of Baiping Town, the flames engulfed the houses engulfed by the flames, burning the entire night sky red, and the dark ashes fell from the sky like light rain, and even the air became hot. Take a deep breath , the entire lungs became extremely hot.

The escaped Yin soldiers rushed into the dark narrow alley on the right side of the road, and the No. 714 bus could not enter. Fatty Qian volunteered to jump out of the car, saying that he could go to chase the escaped Yin soldiers.

Su Che took a few glances into the narrow alley, there are twists and turns everywhere, and the roads extend in all directions. Fatty with money alone wants to catch up with this group of Yin soldiers who can't even catch up with the 714 bus. It's an extremely difficult thing.

"Old Liu, how far is it from here to Uncle Wen's residence?"

"About two to 300 meters." Lao Liu replied.

"Very good, Fatty Qian, we will split into two groups. In the end, we will meet at Uncle Wen's residence regardless of whether we chased the escaped Yin soldiers."

Fatty Qian nodded, "I understand."

Su Che took the bald chicken's wings and threw it to Fatty Qian, and immediately grabbed the pullet, threatening that if the bald chicken dared to run away, he would tear up the ticket.

Facing Su Che's inappropriate behavior, what can the bald chicken do?It is also very hopeless!

Just think about it, a native chicken from the countryside. It used to live a happy life of beating dogs and geese if it wanted to, but why did it come to the city to suffer these inhuman tortures.

Probably because it is really not human!

The dark narrow alley was extremely oppressive, and ashes and debris from the fire could be seen everywhere on the ground. In the dark corner of the narrow alley, Su Che saw the vague outlines of ghostly soldiers flickering, and the big black dog chased after him barking and barking. Che led Lao Liu and chased behind the big black dog for hundreds of meters. A dusty wooden door blocked them.

The dusty wooden door and the surrounding concrete paved roads are like creations of different eras, exuding a strong and strange atmosphere.

The Yin wind twitched his eyebrows, and the sound of gold and iron clashing with Yin soldiers' armor appeared behind the door.

"The hook is straight and the bait is salty, so you want to lure me, Su, to take the bait?"

Su Che took out a few cans of compressed gasoline from his backpack, stuffed them in the gap of the dusty wooden door, and said loudly, "The community sends warmth... Bah, fellow, open the door quickly, your gas pipe is leaking!"

The Reason Behind Chapter [-] Ling Gui Third Degree Burns

Gas line leaks...

Are you coaxing ghosts?

Can you make up some excuse for a ghost?

Even if the gas pipe leaks, ghosts will not believe you.

There was no room for refusal, and Lao Liu, who was captured by Su Che from the Anchen Hotel and led the way, stared at Su Che suspiciously, not knowing what he was going to do.

This Master Su...does he really want to use the clumsy excuse of leaking gas pipes to trick the ghosts out of it?

Seeing that after Su Che uttered these words, the sound of metal and iron clashing with the armor of the Yin soldiers inside the dusty wooden door fell silent, Lao Liu slowly exhaled, "Sure enough, the ghost inside didn't come up... ...Holy shit, can this work too?"

In front, the wooden door that Su Che plugged the compressed gasoline tank seemed to be opened by someone, and there was an undetectable gap.

Creak... creak... creak... creak... creak... creak...

In the elongated creaking sound, the silent dust vibrated and fell, the dust filled the air, and the surrounding air became cloudy in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Su Che pulled out the Type 54 pistol on his back with lightning speed, loaded the bullets, and retreated quickly.

With a clear gunshot, the compressed gasoline tank, which is an inflammable and explosive item, was indeed detonated, and the loud noise exploded with the flames.

Swept by the blast wave, the entire wooden door was blasted open, hitting the ground heavily, sawdust splashing, and smoke and dust scattered in all directions.

Su Che, who was holding a Type 54 pistol, stood outside the door that was blown away, and the blazing flames rose. Looking at Su Che's back, Old Liu was dumbfounded.

I couldn't help but feel a chill from the tailbone straight up to the Tianling Cap, subconsciously took half a step back, "Good guy, Master Su, your way of eliminating ghosts is really modern!"

Su Che took back the Type 54 pistol, smiled to himself, and said in a tone of emotion, "I said fellow townsman, the gas pipe in your house has leaked. You don't usually check for potential safety hazards, and the whole village will eat when it happens."

Old Liu fell silent.

What a safety hazard!

If I hadn't just seen you pile up compressed gasoline cans in front of the door and then detonate them with a pistol, I would have believed your evil.

When the flames of the gasoline deflagration were gradually extinguished, Su Che took the mourning stick and stabbed the wooden door frame that had been blown away. At first, he felt a seemingly invisible resistance, and then there was a strong wind, and a burst of grief and sharpness The screams appeared immediately, blowing the paper wrapped around the mourning stick.

"It's interesting, such a violent explosion didn't kill you."

Su Che was a little surprised and fiddled with the mourning stick in his hand, and the distressed scream gradually became smaller until it completely disappeared.