No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Su Che was deep in thought, while Lao Wangtou and the people on the 714 bus beside him were in a panic. They thought that the Huatian Building was already scary when it was haunted at Huihun Night. Shan Gao, just hearing the names of the places mentioned by Su Che, they made up their minds that they would never set foot in the above-mentioned places in this life.

"The red-clothed ghost that made ghost paintings in the village has disappeared, so we can only trouble the red-clothed ghost in the mist outside the village." Su Che started to put the coffin board into the carriage, "I just don't know How are the other people who are scattered in the ghost world of the Yin Division, as long as the two red-clothed ghosts in the Shanglin Mountain Tunnel do not follow, their lives should not be in danger."

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In the shelter of the high mountains, the dim starlight in the night sky becomes insignificant.

The sound of messy footsteps was accompanied by bursts of heavy breathing.

Tang Xun ran wildly on the trail with branches and vines alone, the road under his feet was full of potholes, sharp thorns scratched his ankle, and the piercing pain made him groan endlessly.

If there is a choice, he can't wait to go back to the past and give himself a few loud slaps in the face of choosing civil engineering.

If you don’t choose the major of civil engineering, you won’t take the road of dusting in the middle of the night, and if you don’t take the road of dusting in the middle of the night, you won’t follow the project to the high-speed construction site in Wang County, and you won’t go to the high-speed construction site in Wang County He wouldn't be entangled by the way-asking ghost, and if he didn't get entangled by the way-asking ghost, he wouldn't be faced with the horrible scene that almost broke his liver and gallbladder.

The ghosts from the Shanglinshan Tunnel suddenly entered the world of ghost stories. Before he could understand the situation, he saw a faint black mist coming, followed by a pair of strong and strong hands, dragging him from the 714 bus. Torn down.

When Tang Xun came back to his senses, he realized that standing in front of him was a muscular, powerful middle-aged aunt. At this time, she had already been making indirect remarks along the way, asking Jiang Gang to go through the "Yiwu Shangzhan" strange talk before. It was clear that Tang Xun didn't know that he had entered the world of ghost stories.

"Are you still human? I'm just an ordinary gray guy on a construction site. Help me solve the problem of the ghost asking for directions and I can run away with a bucket. There's no need to punish me like this!"

But before he could slander the members of the Ghost Story Association in his heart, the hulking middle-aged aunt grabbed his arm and dragged him forward. The middle-aged aunt's hand was quite strong, and Tang Xun felt that she could even catch up with the murderer. The ghostly Mr. Su.

He wanted to break free from the middle-aged aunt's palm, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't get rid of it. The middle-aged aunt's palm was like a pair of iron clamps, firmly restraining him.

The further he went, the more frightened Tang Xun became.

He turned on the flash of his phone with one hand to illuminate it, only to find that the surroundings were surrounded by mounds of dirt one after another... No, what kind of mounds are these, they are simply grave mounds without monuments.

The place where he was was actually a mass grave!

His body wanted to retreat uncontrollably, and he instinctively wanted to stay away from this eerie mass grave, but as a result, his sudden movement of pulling back kept dragging him forward. The middle-aged aunt's head shook A few times, the head fell like a leaky ball.

"Gluck cluck cluck..."

The trembling of the middle-aged aunt's jaw immediately scared Tang Xun out of his wits. He didn't dare to turn his head and crawled and fled into the dark night.

His trousers were riddled with thorns and thorns on the side of the road, his two pairs of shoes were lost, and the soles of his feet were covered with blood blisters from sharp stones. He didn't know how long he had run, but only knew Looking back, I can still see the headless and robust body of the middle-aged aunt still chasing after her.

The sound of the heart beating violently, the blood blisters under the feet have also burst, and every step forward is dripping with blood.

Pfft!

With one foot in the air, Tang Xun fell to the ground.

There seemed to be a thin figure standing in the weeds in front of him. Tang Xun looked up. The scene in front of him made his face pale. Even if the thin figure in the weeds a few meters away turned into ashes, he would never forget it. It was a wayfinder. figure.

Scattered away from Su Che and the members of the Ghost Story Association, and when he was alone, the ghost asked him again.

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

The nightmare-like sound of asking for directions reached Tang Xun's ears, "Didn't the ghost asking for directions be tied to the front of that ghost bus by Mr. Su as a corner? How could it find me again?"

Chapter 760 If you accidentally injure your own ghost, the gain will outweigh the loss!

"How to get to Majia Lane?"

The No. 714 bus has not yet left the Shanglinshan Tunnel, and the scene in front of it changes suddenly. There are no traces of deserted villages, dirt roads, paper money, and blackened corpses. What is just a highway shrouded in layers of fog.

Seeing the ever-difusing mist and hearing the sudden sound of the ghost asking for directions, Su Che's expression turned serious, he grabbed the lighted seat lamp hanging in the carriage and rushed forward.

"What's the situation?" The horror experience in Shanglin Village just now is still vivid in my mind, and the sudden appearance of the expressway even made Lao Wangtou and the others subconsciously ignore the voice of the ghost asking for directions.

"We didn't come back to the Qingnan Expressway from that ghostly place just now, did we?"

"I don't think so. Don't you realize that this expressway looks very evil?"

"The place called Shanglin Village just now is a ghost village, and the current highway is probably not a ghost road..."

Zhang Shaohua and the two fresh-faced security guards were chattering for a while.

Only Old Wangtou realized what happened, "Ghost Town, yes, it is Nanfeng Ghost Town, we have gone from one ghost den to another!"

At this time, Su Che had already rushed to the driver's seat in the car with the seat lights on. Looking down, the three ghosts tied to the front of the car as rams were still in their original positions, and the ghost asking for directions couldn't get free. rusted boat hook.

It was only when Su Che turned the shining candlelight from the lighted seat forward on the way-asking ghost that he realized that something was wrong. Smoke, this is a sign that ordinary ghosts are about to be turned into ashes after touching the consecrated items.

Su Che rubbed his chin, and thought to himself, "When Tang Xun was still on the ghost bus, there was nothing wrong with Asking the Way Ghost, but when he left the ghost bus and dispersed to the world of ghost stories, something went wrong immediately. , it seems that the way-asking ghost is likely to go and entangle him again."

The way-asking ghost happened to be at the side, and Su Che briefly said a few words to it about his own speculation. As a ghost, the way-asking ghost was naturally not surprised.

"Ghosts like the way-asking ghost, which can't be wiped out no matter what, and can come back even after being torn to pieces by that chicken a few times, are far more difficult to deal with than some red-clothed ghosts with ghost beasts. According to you, Mr. Su By the way, this ghost asking for directions is definitely entangled with that person again, and he will not stop until he is killed." Su Che was frightened by the behavior of asking the big black dog to wipe out the wall ghost and eat up the remaining mud. The ghost is not clear about asking directions, so it is quite honest now, almost answering Su Che's questions.

Su Che untied the climbing rope, and dragged the three ghosts attached to the rusted boat hook into the carriage. Within two to three minutes, the asking ghost on the rusted boat hook asked several times, "How do I get to Majiaxiang?" 'After that, it turned into ashes in the black smoke that escaped.

"The previous ghost asking for directions was restrained and unable to chase Tang Xun away, and another ghost asking for directions would appear to replace it and wrap around Tang Xun again." The other two ghosts pierced by the rusted boat hook also quickly emitted wisps of black smoke, and as the cracks on the light socket lamp deepened, they were also burned to ashes by the warm candle flame.

Seeing this scene, the uniformed ghost shivered violently, and tried to squeeze his figure into the driver's seat, for fear of being exposed to the candle light leaking from the open seat lamp, "Su...Mr. Su, Can you take this thing away? If you accidentally injure yourself, it will not be worth the loss!"

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Time passed by every minute and every second, and it was approaching one o'clock in the morning.

The No. 714 bus was speeding past on the expressway shrouded in layers of fog, or because the members of the Ghost Story Association and Tang Xun and Jiang Gang were absent in the carriage, Su Che did not see the car accident in the fog as usual along the way. ghost trail.

This made Su Che a little surprised, "Could it be that the red-clothed ghost in Shanglin Village spread the news that I, Su, had left the village? It made the car accident ghost outside the village avoid me, Su, even The ghosts don’t even dare to leak out, do you want to use this highway, which is similar to the ghost hitting the wall, to trap us here?”

"It can only be said that you ghosts think too much, and don't look at whose territory this is."

The high-hanging light seat lights were placed on the front of the bus, and the candlelight jumped. The hazy fog on the road ahead was quickly dispelled. The dark and dark environment outside the window quickly receded. replaced by barren weedy fields.

In the dark of night, the dim streetlights of bus No. 714 pierced through the hazy mist, and in the blink of an eye, rows of buildings appeared in front of Su Che, Lao Wangtou and the others.

"Where is this place?"

Lao Wangtou, Zhang Shaohua and the other two security guards with unfamiliar faces looked at the buildings shrouded in night outside the window, and couldn't help swallowing hard. The repeated accidents tonight really made their hearts a little unbearable.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a pale palm slapped the back door of the No. 714 bus, shaking off a lot of rusted paint.

"Ahhhhhhh...there is a ghost, there is a ghost knocking on the car door!"

The two security guards with unfamiliar faces were immediately frightened and screamed again and again.

"Why are you screaming? This is one of our own!" Su Che turned his head and glanced at Lao Wangtou and Zhang Shaohua. Seeing this, they quickly covered the mouths of the two security guards.

Then Su Che asked the ghost in uniform to open the back door of the bus, looked at the figure knocking on the door outside the bus, and said, "Mr. H, the two red-clothed ghosts in Shanglinshan Tunnel didn't make any big changes in this strange world, did they?"

"I can't explain a few words, but I can finally solve the matter that Han Jinlin will lose control at any time. My little life can finally be stabilized, and I am no longer afraid of being torn to pieces by it on the spot." Mr. H spoke in a tone full of disaster. Fortunately for the rest of my life.

Su Che wiped out the Tarot Club that chased him from Jingcheng to Jiangcheng for more than ten years, and Han Jinlin, who was out of control, was also successfully resolved by Su Che with the strange talk of "Qi Lu Picking up Lu: Yin Division". Mr. H felt that I have never been so relaxed in my life as today.

Of course, this has to be based on the premise that the "Yin Division" ghost talk has not been turned upside down by the two red-clothed ghosts in Shanglin Village.

"I'll try to make a long story short. When you, President, brought old K and the ghosts in red in the Shanglinshan Tunnel to this world of ghost stories, the ghosts that were originally only in the Shanglinshan Tunnel had spread to the entire ghost story world. Yuanjialing is a cursed and evil place, and the ghosts in the Shanglin Mountain Tunnel have limited erosion of the world of ghost stories, but they have accelerated the transformation of ghost stories from the underworld into real ghost stories."

"If you can completely control these two red-clothed ghosts in the ghost story world of "Yin Division" like the "Yiwu Commercial Store" ghost story you made up, president, tsk tsk... In the future, this ghost story will become I can't even think about it..."

Mr. H looked at Su Che cautiously. In its eyes, Su Che, who had made fun of the black book of the Guild of Ghost Story, was now almost the living King of Hades.

Su Che was very calm about this, and asked instead, "Can you confirm where the two red-clothed ghosts in the Shanglinshan Tunnel are hiding in the ghost story world? Also, I guess the way-asking ghost is entangled again." Tang Xun, we must quickly find him from the world of ghost stories!"

"Tang Xun? The newcomer who was haunted by the ghost asking for directions? He doesn't seem to be far away from us, in the barren hills beside the road!" Mr. H nodded knowingly, "As for the two red-clothed ghosts in the Shanglinshan Tunnel. ... President, haven't you already asked the group of ghosts from the Yin Division to hunt them down?"

"Don't tell me, the evil spirits in Yuanjialing are quite fierce against ghosts!"

Chapter 760 IX The Situation Is Just Such a Situation, The Specific Situation Depends

The barren mountain at night is very deserted, but as a barren mountain in the world of ghost stories, it is not just as simple as deserted.

The No. 714 bus rampaged all the way in the direction indicated by Mr. H. I don't know how many mass graves piled up with loess it ran over, and how many unnamed souls of the bus that tried to touch porcelain ghosts were killed.

If it was changed to a place other than the world of ghost stories, the 714 bus, which shatters at the first touch, would definitely not have such power. It's a pity that this is the world of ghost stories in the black book, and they have to taste the characteristics of ghosts that have been run over by wheels.

The night sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and the moon could not be seen in the sky. When Su Che, Lao Wangtou, and others who took the No. 714 bus found Tang Xun, he was rolling down the ridge of a barren mountain, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his body was scratched out by sharp thorns. The scars were blurred with blood and flesh, and it seemed that there was only the breath in but not the breath left.

"Su...Mr. Su, I won't dare to pretend to be dead anymore, just let me go..." Seeing the 714 bus parked in front of him, Tang Xun felt so miserable. Howled.

Having found Tang Xun who was stalked by the wayfinder again, Su Che jumped out of the car and took him back to the bus, and asked aloud, "Where is the wayfinder who entangled you?"

"Alas..." Tang Xun sighed deeply, and replied with a pale face, "It seems to have found the way to Majiaxiang."

"You showed it the way?" Su Che frowned.

Tang Xun shook his head once and for all, "I didn't give it directions, when it appeared in front of me just now, it just asked me how to get to Majiaxiang, and then...then it was like It's like another ghost..."

"You mean the situation is just like this. What kind of situation depends on the situation?" Su Che patted Tang Xun's shoulder, "Are you talking nonsense here?"

Su Che's words had something to say, but Tang Xun seemed too frightened to hear the implication, "No, the way-asking ghost gave me the feeling that it really turned into another ghost in an instant. How should I go to Majia Lane after that! Lin...Lin Yuan Village, yes, it is Lin Yuan Village, the Ghost Asking the Way will go to Ma Jia Lane of Lin Yuan Village to find its daughter on Ghost Festival!"

"Lin Yuan Village, Majia Lane, Wayfinder, how do you know about these?" Su Che narrowed his eyes slightly.

And Tang Xun pointed straight at his head, panting violently and said, "It's in my head, it's in my head! All...all living people who are haunted by ghosts to ask for directions, as long as they don't If you die, you have to go to Linyuan Village on Ghost Festival."

"There is no such place on the map, where is Lin Yuan Village?" Su Che continued to ask.

It's a pity that Tang Xun was still shaking his head, muttering, "I don't know, I don't know where Lin Yuan Village is..."

"Wait..." He seemed to think of something suddenly, his half-dead eyes suddenly lit up, and he said repeatedly, "I got it, I got it!"

"Mr. Su, I know where Linyuan Village is!" Tang Xun clenched his fists excitedly and looked at Su Che, "Isn't Linyuan Village... the cemetery? Ask the ghost to find Majiaxiang He Linyuan Village is basically the flattened graveyard next to the construction site, and Linyuan Village is the cemetery where they are buried!"

"Linyuan Village? Lingyuan Village!" Su Che chewed carefully the two place names that sound similar but represent completely different meanings, "I remember that there are many people around the highway construction site. As soon as the July and a half Ghost Festival arrives, the so-called Lin Yuan Village will probably be all around the construction site!"

Coming out of Yuanjialing, Lin Yuan Village, which has been looking for these days but has no clue, is so far away and so close, it is really unexpected.

Su Che looked at Tang Xun who was suddenly enlightened, and thought, "Did Tang Xun think of the difference between Linyuan Village and Lingyuan Village, or was it influenced by the ghost asking for directions?"

Meditate for a moment, let go of the increasingly active thoughts in my heart.

Regarding the question about the specific location of the two red-clothed ghosts and Linyuan Village in the Shanglin Mountain Tunnel, Su Che turned the black book to the page of "Qi Si Si Si Si: Money for Life", "Even if you stay until dawn tomorrow morning It can solve the problem, but I, Su, prefer to take the initiative."

"President, what do you want to do? The harm that buying life money spreads in this world of ghost stories is even greater than the harm of the two red-clothed ghosts in the ghosts of the Shanglinshan Tunnel, you can't..."

Before Mr. H finished speaking, he was confused, "Hey... don't lose it... President, take it easy!"

With a big wave of Su Che's hand, a few life-saving money sandwiched in the pages of the black book floated out of the car window profusely.

The miserable white coin was soaked in blood, turning red to black, and mixed with the pure and thorough breath of death behind the death pendulum clock.

"Since you want to pursue excitement, you might as well follow it through to the end. There are two red-clothed ghosts in Yuanjialing and Shanglinshan Tunnel ghosts, plus the money to buy their lives. I, Su, are also very curious about how far this 'yinsi' strange talk will go. Woolen cloth!"

Bloody money for life was flying in the night sky, and the resentful souls peeping at the 714 bus in the mass graves all over the mountains and fields suddenly died down.