No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"My fellow, are you still at home? If you're not at home, someone from me, Su, will come in to warm you up!" Su Che shouted.

The crow's feet at the corners of Old Liu's eyes twitched.

Master Su, don't send any more warmth, the ghost will be burnt if you send it a few more times, the reason behind it caused the ghost to suffer third-degree burns.

Suddenly, Lao Liu suddenly felt a cold breath blowing behind him, he hurriedly turned his head to look around, but unexpectedly, in the ditch beside him, a black head emerged from the water, without eyebrows and eyes , no man or woman could be seen, standing stiffly in the water, blowing cold air at him.

Old Liu was so frightened by the human head emerging from the ditch that his legs trembled, and he screamed, "Master...ghost! There are ghosts in the gutter!"

'cluck cluck...'

A sinister grin emanated from the mouth of a human head without eyebrows or eyes.

Hearing the sound, Su Che glanced sideways. He didn't even need him to use the Type 54 pistol and mourning stick. He randomly picked up a fist-sized stone from the ground, aimed at the head emerging from the ditch, and threw it with all his strength.

Boom!

A crisp sound hit the target.

The head that emerged from the ditch was simply headshot by the stone thrown by Su Che, and the black blood exploded immediately. This human head didn't even dare to blow, let alone giggle. It sank while spitting out bubbles.

The speed of the sinking was so fast that even the big black dog with green eyes and biting down on it like a hungry dog ​​rushing for food could only take a bite.

"Old Liu, don't stay too far away from me, this place is a bit evil, be careful of being attacked by ghosts." Su Che reminded Old Liu.

Entering the door that was blown away by the compressed gasoline tank, inside is a crumbling old house that is also full of dust. The dust on the ground is scattered with messy footprints, and it can be seen at a glance that it was left by the Yin soldiers just now.

Further inside, there are two front and back courtyards, with the main hall in the middle and wing rooms on both sides. A well carved with dragons and phoenixes stands in the right corner of the courtyard, shaded by old locust trees with lush branches and leaves, which is gloomy and inexplicable.

The Yin soldiers' footprints stopped abruptly in the open space in front of the well, as if they had all jumped into the well.

"Hehe, fellow, are you really not at home, or are you hiding and playing hide-and-seek with the two of us? Then I will come to you!"

Su Che strode forward, violently kicking open the side rooms on both sides of the yard. The old-fashioned wooden furniture in it was rotten and shattered.

"This house is obviously not young, and it is full of dust and is incompatible with the surrounding buildings. It must be a product of the Ghost Festival."

After inspecting the house, Su Che took Lao Liu and the big black dog to the well under the old locust tree, turned on the bright flashlight and looked down.

The bottom of the well was bottomless, and the strong flashlight in Su Che's hand not only failed to illuminate the bottom of the well, but was swallowed up by the boundless darkness.

"There's no water in the well, and you can't see the bottom. Those Yin soldiers really jumped down, right?"

Su Che took out the only remaining magnesium bars and kindling cotton from his backpack, mixed them together, lit them with a lighter, and threw them into the well.

The pyrotechnic cotton burned quickly and ignited the magnesium bar, and a strong light burst out instantly to illuminate the pitch-black interior of the well, and the pitted well wall all the way down was presented in the eyes of Su Che and Lao Liu.

However, as the light from the magnesium strip ignited by the pyrotechnic cotton fell down, the light became smaller and smaller until the light disappeared completely, and neither Su Che nor Lao Liu could see the bottom of the well being illuminated.

"Tsk tsk...it's really deep enough." Su Che was speechless.

Old Liu echoed, "I'm afraid this well is hundreds of meters deep. Who is so idle to dig a deep well here?"

Just when Su Che turned around and was about to continue searching the second house in the old house, a dark hand stretched out from the deep well and grabbed the huge backpack behind him.

This is undoubtedly an act of death. Before Su Che could do anything, the blood-stained gauguins, the pitch-black long-handled umbrella, and Yuan He's dead head rushed out of the backpack in an instant, without Su Che's order. Then, the figures of Huang Xiaoying and Zhang Yi appeared in the crumbling courtyard of the old house.

They worked together to pull out the black hand from the deep well. Only then did Su Che and Lao Liu realize what kind of black hand it was. It was clearly a rotten broom that was completely black, fishy and smelly.

Su Che became interested, and hurriedly stopped the two female ghosts who wanted to tear the rotten broom into pieces, but it was obviously too late, the rotten broom was pulled out of the deep well before the two female ghosts could tear it into pieces , Then there was a strange chirping sound, and dark black and smelly blood flowed out.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a puddle of mud, but the fishy and smelly smell was even stronger than before.

While thinking about what the hell this rotten broom is, a crumpled homework book emerged from the mud, with words on it.

Wipe off the mud on the homework book with the big black dog's dog's foot, and a line of faded handwriting appeared in front of Su Che's eyes.

'Help!I am Luo Jie, I fell into a deep well, save me, come and save me! '

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The moment Su Che saw the word Luo Jie on the homework book, the figure of the female student Ye Qing who was brought out from the Chengnan Private Middle School by him and handed over to Dongjiang Guoan appeared in front of Su Che's eyes.

The bottomless well she once said actually appeared in the deep part of the narrow alley in the north of Baiping Town, in the courtyard of the old house that appeared for the Ghost Festival.

"The student ID card that was burned in the paper-stitched man on the 26th floor of Huatian Building that night, Ye Qing in the Chengnan Private Middle School's death in the exam, and the homework book that came out of the rotten broom. I don't know if this thing named Luo Jie is a human or a ghost, it really lingers."

Su Che flipped through the homework book with only writing on the cover a few times. There was not much writing in it. It seemed like a person in extreme danger grabbed the last straw and sought help from the outside world. .

I don't know if it was Lao Liu's delusion, or there were real people trapped in the deep well, but he vaguely heard a long and weak cry for help echoing from the bottom of the well.

"Master, this Luo Jie who asked us for help...couldn't be a ghost?" Old Liu asked in surprise.

Su Che asked back, "Old Liu, do you think a living person can survive if they fall into this well?"

Old Liu nodded clearly, his eyes were full of fear as he looked at the bottomless well.

While Su Che was looking for the strangeness of this bottomless well, and thinking about how to temporarily seal this bottomless well, the big black dog suddenly exploded and barked viciously towards the second courtyard of the old house more than.

Under Su Che's signal, the two female ghosts immediately drifted away, and after a short while, the sound of gold and iron clanging of Yin soldiers in armor resounded, accompanied by bursts of mournful screams that had already disappeared.

"The escaped Yin soldiers didn't dare to jump into the well. It seems that I, Su, have to give away the warmth today." Su Che temporarily left the bottomless well in front of him, and called Lao Liu and the big black dog to the old house decisively. Er Jinyuan chased him in.

The second entrance yard of the old house is much better than the crumbling yard outside, but there are also more intrusive scenes left here than outside. The eaves are full of broken bones cut off by sharp tools, and the skulls are hung under the beams. Ma Daixiao, black bloodstains that have solidified and weathered remain on the walls, and scratch-like bloodstains left by living people struggling all over the place.

The two female ghosts who came here earlier had cleared out the only two or three small shrimp ghost soldiers left in the yard, and they were in a stalemate with a ghost dressed in sackcloth and mourning, whose whole body was stiff, like a mummified corpse.

The bright flashlight in Su Che's hand shot straight at it, and Lao Liu looked at the ghost twice boldly, and couldn't help but said, "Master, this thing is a ghost in hemp clothes!"

"A sack ghost?"

Su Che frowned slightly. Under the strong light of the flashlight, this ghost's clothes in sackcloth and filial piety were dotted with scarlet, and it was obvious that it was already a ghost in red.

"It's a ghost in hemp!" Old Liu said with a trembling tone, "In Baiping Town, except for Beimenxie, there are ghosts in hemp. It is rumored that ghosts in hemp only appear when living people have weddings. There were bursts of screams like mourning, the louder the screams, the more people died, and the families that were entangled by it often perished, not even a single one was left alive.

I always thought that this was just a scary thing made up by people with troublesome things. After all, except for the fact that you have encountered the curse of Beimen Xie, you have never seen the appearance of a hemp ghost. I didn't expect it to actually exist! "

As he talked, Lao Liu himself was terrified.

"From this point of view, there are many real ghost stories and legends left in Baiping Town and even in the entire Shuangqing City during the Ghost Festival, which are much more exciting than the ghost stories made up by taxi drivers in Jiangcheng. .” Su Che drew out the Type 54 pistol on his back waist, drew the gun, and emptied the entire magazine at the half-clothed red-clothed ghost.

Bang bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out one after another like fried beans. The hot bullets pierced the air, piercing the clothes of the Maguire wearing sackcloth and filial piety with bullet holes.

Ear-piercing screams resounded in the entire courtyard, and the hemp ghost who was in a stalemate with the two female ghosts attacked Su Che.

"Hi fellow, I've come to give you warmth!" Su Che smiled kindly at the Maguire.

Then he took out the sullen mourning stick with lightning speed, and suddenly, taking advantage of the sack ghost's unguardedness, he smashed it down on the sackclothed forehead.

Don't come here!

The mourning stick flying in the paper hit the mourning ghost's forehead accurately, and with a crisp click, it blasted the forehead of the ghost wearing hemp simply and simply. It really deserves to be a magic weapon for hitting even a ghost with a pure white wedding dress in one blow!

The mournful screams continued to echo, making those who heard it cry and those who saw it sad.

"Hey, my fellow, your forehead doesn't feel like it can withstand being smashed!"

Bang!

Taking advantage of its illness to kill it, through the information provided by Lao Liu, Su Che guessed that the hemp ghost most likely killed people by screaming like mourning, so he did not leave any room for the hemp ghost to breathe, and smashed the mourning stick in his hand one after another. .

The hemp-clothed ghost who smashed it was bloody, the hemp-clothed ghost who smashed it suspected ghost life, and the hemp-clothed ghost who smashed it ran away on the spot.

"My fellow, why are you running away? The Baiping Town community's action to care for orphans, widows, old ghosts and send warmth has not yet ended, so don't run away!"

The sackcloth-clothed ghost's head has been deeply sunken by Su Che's beating stick, and the scarlet spots on the sackcloth-clothed clothes have also become extremely dim, as if they will fade away soon.

Seeing the scene of Su Che violently beating the hemp ghosts away, Lao Liu was particularly relieved, thinking that in the future, when he was finally going to end his fearful days under the evil curse of the North Gate, seeing the hemp ghosts being beaten away by Su Che Looking for a soft persimmon, he rushed towards his position, his expression suddenly became terrified, "It's bad, the hemp ghost is coming to kill me, master, save me!"

"This hemp ghost is only half-clothed in red, not even a red-clothed ghost. Old Liu, you have to brace yourself!"

Taking out the black book, Su Che used his short-distance sprint skill with all his strength, and in the blink of an eye, he caught up with the hemp ghost who was about to attack Lao Liu.

"My fellow, come here quickly, someone from Su will show you something nice."

Su Che smiled kindly, with a mourning stick in one hand and a black book in the other, "Do you want to be beaten mercilessly by this big stick? Or do you want to read and learn something?"

In the life of a hemp ghost insisting on being a ghost, he has never seen a living person as arrogant as Su Che, which is outrageous...

Isn't this living person afraid of ghosts?

Su Che didn't give the Maguire a chance to choose, "Why don't you talk, fellow? Choose quickly! Oh, you must want double surprises, I understand!"

Opening his hands, the mourning stick and the black book slammed against the dented and deformed forehead of the sack ghost with the force of sandwiching two pieces of bread.

The hemp ghost hit by the mourning stick became dizzy, and the black book was filled with wisps of black mist. As the black mist from the black book completely enveloped the hemp ghost who was knocked unconscious by Su Che with the mourning stick, a line of writing slowly disappeared from the book. A black book and a yellowed paper catalog emerged.

"Qi Lu Shi San: Phi Ma Sha"

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[Mission Progress Update: Hunter in the Dark Night (Tier 7): 30/[-]]

Immediately, the system's emotional notification sounded in Su Che's mind.

Looking at the handwriting of "Qi Lu Shisan: Phi Ma Sha" on the yellowed paper of the black book, it seems that I can hear the screams of sorrow echoing in my ears, and the lines between the words are full of blood.

Even if it's just a half body red dress, it's definitely not something that Han Jinlin, who is on the verge of losing control in the black book, can suppress. Visible to the naked eye, there is scarlet blood emanating from the cracks in the words of "Qi Lu Shi San: Phi Ma Sha", quickly dispelling the black book. Yellow paper stained red.

"It's strange. Obviously, the pig-killing knife and red-clothed ghost of Deng Butcher's strange talk can be contained, but the half-body red-clothed ghost of Pi Masha cannot be completely contained. Could it be that before Han Jinlin in the black book turned into a red-clothed ghost, he couldn't be contained? A true ghost story that contains a red-clothed ghost?"

It was the first time for Su Che to encounter such a situation.

He directly tore off the yellowed paper that showed "Qi Lu Shisan: Pi Ma Sha", and the scarlet blood that eroded the black book stopped there, but it permeated the record "Qi Lu Shi San: Pi Ma Sha" The movement of the yellowed paper of strange talk has not stopped.

It wasn't until Su Che slammed down with a mourning stick, tearing open the yellowed paper that recorded 'Qi Lu Shi San: Phi Ma Sha', that the scarlet blood staining the yellowed paper was faintly stopped from spreading.

Seeing that this was effective, Su Che simply rolled the yellowed paper recording "Qi Lu Shisan: Phi Ma Sha" on the mourning stick, and then glued it on with AB glue.

Temporarily getting rid of the Ma Sha and the ghost soldiers in the aisle, Su Che put the long-handled black umbrella and blood-stained high-heeled shoes back into the backpack, and then returned to the bottomless space in the front yard of the old house with Lao Liu and the big black dog who were still in shock. deep well.

Su Che picked up the black book in hand and pressed it into the bottomless well. The black mist filled the bottomless well, and it didn't move at all. Until the black mist dissipated on its own initiative, the bottomless well could not be contained in the black book.

"As expected, the bottomless well is also a strange story that cannot be included in the black book." Su Che thought to himself.

Old Liu was deeply puzzled by Su Che's actions, and asked in confusion, "Master, what are you doing?"

"Prepare for the landfill of the long-column hollow structure." Su Che glanced at Lao Liu who was full of doubts and said.

"..."

Old Liu couldn't remember how many times he was almost choked to death by the words of this Master Su tonight, and he very wisely decided to keep silent.