No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"Master Fan, look, the folks in this village have opened their coffins to welcome us two foreigners. Doesn't this prove their enthusiasm?"

In the deserted and haunted strange mountain village, it is self-evident who is the villager who has opened the coffin.

Looking up, the muffled sound of coffin boards falling together makes people feel terrified, lest in the blink of an eye, they will see horrible and infiltrating ghosts jumping out of the yin houses, although they clearly know that there are ghosts in this weird mountain village. , there is also Su Che, a construction site gray man who claims to have run into ghosts but is not afraid of ghosts, but when things come to an end and he really has to face them, Fan Xiangrong still panics.

"Is the ghost about to come out? But where are my wife and Master Zhuang in this ghost village? They arrived at this ghost village one step earlier than us, and I'm afraid they will be haunted by ghosts and are in danger!" Fan Xiangrong was flustered and confused. .

The muffled sound of coffin boards falling to the ground continued, and the head of a man with maggot-filled eyeballs and bulging out of a foul-smelling corpse suddenly trembled outside a yin house.

"Master Fan, how many horror legends about Ghost Festival are well-known in Wang County?" The human skin lantern was inserted into the backpack at an angle, and Su Che took out a one-time consecrated mahogany sword and walked towards the suddenly trembling head.

Looking at the one-time consecrated mahogany sword in Su Che's hand through the blazing light of the strong flashlight, Fan Xiangrong thought it was a sharp dagger in disguise, and immediately nodded in panic, "Many, very many, but what about you, brother?" What are you doing with the dagger? Ghosts are not afraid of this thing... I think your bloody brick is more useful. This thing must have smashed people to death on the construction site? Otherwise, how could you connect the coffin just now? Are all the ghosts inside smashed out of their wits?"

"So is there any horror legend about where the ghosts come from during the Ghost Festival? For example, Linyuan Village, Majiaxiang, or similar to Caoshanling where you once met that evil passenger to go to, Master Fan This kind of place name does not exist in Wang County."

Su Che was caught off guard when he said this, and waved the one-time consecrated mahogany sword in front of Fan Xiangrong's eyes, "Besides, what you think is what you think?"

Before he finished speaking, Su Che aimed the one-time consecrated mahogany sword in his hand at the suddenly trembling head and threw it with all his might, only heard a "hissing" sound, and the one-time consecrated mahogany sword splashed fire at the same time as it hit the head, as if It exploded like a grenade.

"Master Fan, the dagger you thought was actually a consecrated mahogany sword that was purchased from the Yiwu Commodity Market and disguised as a wooden handicraft!" Su Che continued in a quiet tone.

Seeing this scene, Fan Xiangrong was dumbfounded, and immediately threw away all the flustered thoughts in his head, "Big...Brother, are you sure this thing is a consecrated mahogany sword, not a wooden hand disguised as a sword?" Artifact detonator bomb?"

The one-time consecrated mahogany sword burst into flames and burned for five or six minutes. After burning the head to ashes, it slowly extinguished. The dull sound of coffin boards falling one after another in the yin house seemed to be consecrated by Su Che. Shocked by Tao Mujian's actions, he stopped strangely for a while.

However, Fan Xiangrong's eyes were suddenly occupied by a strong panic at this moment, he raised his arms tremblingly, his teeth chattered, and pointed at a private house tremblingly, hesitatingly said, "There are... there are... ...Have......"

Su Che followed the sound, and just in front of the gate of the yin house not far away, an old and withered face flashed from under the human skin lantern.

"It's just another enthusiastic fellow from our village who came to us."

"No... bro... buddy, just now I saw that the person was Master Zhuang, Mr. Feng Shui, he... he... he ran from the front of that yin house He's here, but what about my wife? Why is my wife gone?" Fan Xiangrong stared at the old shriveled mansion where the face was fleeting, with an indescribably flustered expression.

But Su Che immediately thought of the ghost that fled to the cemetery, "The ghost that killed people in the factory got on Master Zhuang's body?"

Chapter 790 Master Fan, we have found the right place this time!

This was an idea that popped up in Su Che's mind in an instant.

Combined with the crazy performance of the murderer who stabbed several people in the factory area before, it is a certainty that this ghost can go on the body of a living person, and even kill people through its upper body.

Su Che brought Fan Xiangrong to the door of this yin house. At this time, the strange mountain village was dead silent, and a needle could be heard. After taking a few glances into the yin house, there was still a human skin lantern hanging outside the door, and a black lacquer was parked in the middle of the door. The layout of the coffin.

Originally, Su Che planned to rush into the yin house and smash the black lacquered coffin inside to smash it into pieces, but thinking of the face of the feng shui master, Master Zhuang, who disappeared from this yin house, this yin house might be the one with Master Zhuang and his wife. Fan Xiangrong's wife stumbled into this strange mountain village where she was hiding by mistake, and he immediately changed his expression, "Master Fan, the black lacquered coffin in this village's house is weird."

"Is there something weird?" Fan Xiangrong thought subconsciously after hearing the sound, "Could it be that the Master Zhuang we both saw just now is not the real Master Zhuang, but a ghost deliberately lured us into a disguise?"

Su Che pretended to be confused, "It's not impossible. According to what you said, Master Fan, your wife and Master Zhuang both read Feng Shui on the grave of the cemetery. Now the ghost can pretend to be him to lure us into the bait. It means something must have happened to Master Zhuang!"

Although Fan Xiangrong really didn't know the relationship between the ghost pretending to be Master Zhuang to lure them into taking the bait and what happened to Master Zhuang, who said this sentence came from the mouth of the evil star Su Che It came out, based on Fan Xiangrong's current understanding of Su Che, even if there is no connection between the two, there must be a connection.

"Brother, if you say that, doesn't it represent my wife..." He whispered anxiously.

Su Che looked meaningfully at the black lacquered coffin parked in the yin house, and secretly guessed in his heart why the ghost that took the body of Master Zhuang wanted to lure him and Fan Xiangrong to this yin house, so he took out the coffin from his backpack. A one-time consecrated mahogany sword, while the other hand touched the black book and gripped the handle of the butcher's knife tightly amidst the faint black mist.

Fan Xiangrong, who was standing aside, saw the meaningful expression on Su Che's face, and couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart, but as long as he recalled what Su Che did after he entered this strange mountain village, he felt uncomfortable all over his body. I shuddered.

"Since that enthusiastic fellow from the village wants us to visit its house so much, how can we ignore its kindness?" Su Che turned his head and looked at Fan Xiangrong and said solemnly.

Under the glare of the flashlight, there was a sudden muffled sound in the cemetery, which seemed like daytime. The naked eye could see a small opening in the coffin board of the black lacquered coffin parked in the cemetery. Fan Xiangrong had dense goosebumps all over his body.

He instinctively shrank his body under the stimulation of this dark wind, his mood was so complicated that he looked like a sun-burned dog, and he couldn't even utter a word.

However, he was dumbfounded in the next second, and saw Su Che stepping into this shady house, and at some point, the bright flashlight hanging on his shoulder was aimed directly at the dark interior of the black-lacquered coffin.

Looking inside the coffin through the blazing light, a middle-aged woman with a ruddy complexion, apparently in good condition, puts her hands on the coffin and is panting heavily, intending to push away the heavy coffin board. With a bald head and few hairs left, it looks like a 70-[-]-year-old man lying in a coffin, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

"Wife? Master Zhuang?" Fan Xiangrong said in surprise.

At first, he thought it was an illusion created by a ghost, so he blinked hard twice, only to find that his wife pushed the coffin board away and crawled out of the coffin again, staring at him with a pair of red eyes.

"Honey, are you okay?"

Following Fan Xiangrong's words, his wife's red eyes seemed to be ignited instantly, and her brows and eyes were completely enveloped in anger. Fan Xiangrong was so startled that he quickly explained, "Wife, calm down, it's not my fault, who knows This cemetery is so haunted by ghosts, by the way...My wife, did you and Master Zhuang see other people when you were watching Fengshui? One of my buddies said there were murderers..."

Before Fan Xiangrong finished explaining, his wife took out a sharp pocket knife from nowhere, and stabbed at Fan Xiangrong without saying a word.

At this moment, Fan Xiangrong didn't know what was going on, so he quickly ran away with his head in his arms and shouted to Su Che for help, "Brother, my wife has a ghost on her body, this is it, hurry up! Help hold her down!"

Su Che didn't give Fan Xiangrong's wife a chance to successfully stage the murder of her husband. He moved his foot, and the consecrated mahogany sword in his hand rested on Fan Xiangrong's wife's neck.

"Are you suffering from some serious illness? I, Su, stand in front of you as a living person, and you want to kill Master Fan? Is it because my Su's consecrated mahogany sword is not sharp enough, or is it yours? Floating like a ghost?"

Before Su Che finished speaking, the raging anger between Fan Xiangrong's wife's eyebrows suddenly froze on her face. The moment she saw Su Che, she was almost scared out of her wits.

Seeing this situation, Su Che murmured thoughtfully, "I almost forgot that I've been talking and laughing with the god of death recently, and ordinary ghosts really can't stand it."

The blazing bright flashlight hit her face at close range, completely destroying the horrible and strange atmosphere in the strange mountain village where the living people were killed by ghosts behind them. Su Che now opened the mahogany sword with his left hand and killed the pig with his right. Whether in the eyes of Fan Xiangrong or his wife, the image of the knife is much more vicious than a ghost.

"I... want... to... Caoshan... Ridge..." Fan Xiangrong's wife opened her mouth, but it was a dead man's voice .

Su Che raised his brows, and looked at Fan Xiangrong, "Master Fan, this villager said he was going to Caoshanling."

"Grass... Grass Mountain? It's the ghost I bumped into when driving a taxi during the Ghost Festival!" Fan Xiangrong stared, his face full of disbelief.

He really couldn't imagine that after such a long time since that incident happened, that ghost would still find him.

Tick ​​tock.

The soft sound of continuous dripping of liquid.

Fan Xiangrong's wife stared straight at Su Che, her eyes rolled white, her mouth was foaming, her body twitched constantly, and she was about to faint.

Su Che put down the consecrated mahogany sword against Fan Xiangrong's wife's neck, quickly took out the black book, and said with surprise, "The fellow in Caoshanling has been found, so the Majiaxiang and Linyuan Village that the ghost is looking for are already close at hand. , Master Fan, we have found the right place this time!"

Chapter 790 Change tricks to scare ghosts, right?

A faint black mist spread out from the black book, and Su Che reached into the backpack with his hands behind his back, pretending to take something out, and a long-handled black umbrella and blood-stained high-heeled shoes appeared in his hands.

Turning his eyes to the foaming mouth and almost fainting wife Fan Xiangrong, he released Zhang Yi and Huang Xiaoying two female ghosts without changing his expression.

"Wait a minute, fellow. Is there anything that can't be solved? Do you have to make it like this?" Su Che smiled kindly, but no matter in the eyes of Fan Xiangrong or his wife, it became more obvious when the two female ghosts appeared. The eerie environment made Su Che's words not so convincing.

Fan Xiangrong said again and again, "Brother, my wife has been possessed by a ghost, you must not believe the nonsense of the ghost who possessed her!"

The howling wind in the yin house slapped his face fiercely, and the cold breath almost froze to the bones. For some reason, Fan Xiangrong looked at the kind smile on Su Che's face, and always felt that something suddenly happened to Su Che at this moment. The subtle changes looked more terrifying than his wife who was possessed by a ghost.

"Master Fan, don't worry, I just want to borrow your wife... Oh no, I borrow your wife's ghost for use." Su Che's tiger-wolf words reached Fan Xiangrong's ears.

"Borrow my wife? Dude, you..." Fan Xiangrong came to his senses during the speech, "You can mess with this ghost as much as you want, but you have to take it easy with my wife, dude!"

The two female ghosts, Huang Xiaoying and Zhang Yi, approached a little closer. The terrifying aura coming towards them made Fan Xiangrong's wife shudder.

"I... want... to... grass mountain... ridge..." Fan Xiangrong's wife said the dead man's voice was still the same, but no longer She didn't dare to look directly at Su Che.

"That's right!" Su Che turned around and lifted up Master Zhuang who was still lying in the coffin. The place where he started was icy cold. If Su Che hadn't felt through his pulse that this seventy-year-old Master Zhuang still had a weak heartbeat, he might have been He is a dead man.

Fan Xiangrong stepped forward to give a helping hand, he was also surprised by Master Zhuang's ice-cold body, gasped and asked, "Hiss... buddy, since the ghost who fucked my wife is the one who is going to Passengers in Caoshanling, what about Master Zhuang who is frozen like a block of ice now? You must know that we saw him run away under the human skin lantern in this yin house before!"

"Who knows? But as long as we catch up to Caoshanling and wipe out all the local villagers, all problems will be solved." Su Che said indifferently.

Fan Xiangrong was startled by his words, and pointed at himself with a horrified expression, "We? Catch all the ghosts in Caoshanling? Brother, please do me a favor. I have an 80-year-old father and mother, and two The daughter who is waiting to be fed is still waiting for me to drive a taxi to earn money to support the family, so exciting things like asking for trouble with ghosts are really not suitable for a well-behaved taxi driver like me!"

What he said was so eloquent, it really made those who heard it cry and those who saw it were sad.

However, Su Che's simple sentence made him change his attitude 180 degrees, "The villagers in Caoshanling have approached you twice, Master Fan, if this time you don't do one or the other to get rid of them thoroughly, who knows?" Will there be any troubles during the next Ghost Festival?"

"It's the same reasoning." Fan Xiangrong gritted his teeth, "If these dirty things are not completely solved, my old Fan's family will never have peace in the future. What do you want to do, my old Fan will definitely cooperate with you!"

The two made up their minds on this, and Fan Xiangrong carried Master Zhuang who was as cold as ice on his back, and Su Che used the remaining climbing rope in his backpack to tie Fan Xiangrong's wife on the upper body of the ghost. Frightened by ghosts, he walked deeper into this eerie mountain village.

The irregular stone road under the feet is gradually becoming muddy, and the infiltrating yin houses on both sides of the road are becoming more and more decayed. Some dim glowing lights from the human skin lanterns are projected, reflected in the dark night around them, like will-o'-the-wisps that infiltrate the cold Swaying more than.

Looking left and right, looking at the dwindling mansions beside him, Su Che said in a slightly regretful tone, "The murderer was chased too hastily, and I haven't had time to purchase some supplies for the barbecue and picnic, otherwise it would be easy to set fire to it." This weird mountain village was completely burnt down, and it was booming and lively, so that the enthusiastic fellow villagers in this village would be deserted and have no hope after we left, wouldn't they?"

Fan Xiangrong walked forward with Master Zhuang on his back, looked at Su Che dumbfounded, and said in his heart how crazy this gray man on the highway construction site must be, at least he was half-deadly frightened when he bumped into a ghost, it's your turn to scare him in different ways ghost, huh?

The sky and the earth were shrouded in pitch black night, accompanied by gusts of wind. After walking for a long time, there were no private houses on both sides of the road, and the irregular stone road under the feet turned into a slippery and muddy dirt road, winding and rugged, and inexplicably desolate.

The trees on both sides of the dirt road are towering, with strange and terrifying appearances. Even if the bright flashlight on Su Che's shoulder shines on them, these towering trees look like dead people hanging in mid-air with their necks stiff.

Counting the time, Su Che, Fan Xiangrong, who was carrying Master Zhuang on his back, and Fan Xiangrong's wife, who was possessed by a ghost, had already walked forward for more than half an hour after they left the weird mountain village.

"Huchihuchi...Let me slow down first, I can't walk anymore, I really can't walk anymore." Fan Xiangrong was sweating profusely, gasping for breath and complaining, "It's not the way to go on like this. My wife's ghost said that the grassy mountains are tens of kilometers away, and we must be exhausted walking there."

"And the more I look at the wilderness around here, the more I feel inexplicably panicked. It's like... It's like when I was a child, the suburbs of the city were not yet developed, and there were still mass graves everywhere. Walking in the dark at night. Same."

After Su Che asked the two female ghosts next to him to keep an eye on Fan Xiangrong's wife who was on top of the ghost in a low voice, he stopped and said, "Okay, Master Fan, take a rest first, but according to my observation, we should be almost there!"

He motioned Fan Xiangrong to glance at the side of the road in front of him. There was a small stone tablet standing only five or six meters away from the two of them. Through the light of the strong flashlight on Su Che's shoulder, Fan Xiangrong could clearly see it. Inscriptions chiseled on stone tablets.

'Go up the Grass Mountain Ridge; go left to Ghost Creek; go right to Majia Lane'

In the middle of the stele, the words 'bow breaks when the bow breaks' are painted with conspicuous red paint.

"It's broken!" Fan Xiangrong didn't care to wipe off the profuse sweat, and hurriedly put Master Zhuang on his back again, and said to Su Che repeatedly, "This monument is the horror of Ghost Festival that everyone in Wang County knew about in Wang County. One of the legends, we just came out of the ghost village, and we ran into a ghost for another eight lifetimes!"

When he said this, Fan Xiangrong watched Su Che suddenly pause, and said in a daze, "There is such a ruthless person who goes crazy and cares whether you are a human or a ghost, and just blasts you with a hammer. I am afraid of a hammer!"

Chapter 790 Five Ghosts Blocking the Way

Fan Xiangrong, who had a subtle change in mentality, hurried forward with his back behind his back, pointed to the low stone tablet only five or six meters away from them, and continued.

"During the Ghost Festival, if you don't obey and run out to play at night, be careful to be caught and eaten by the roadblocks!"

"In Wang County, almost all the children have been scared by their elders with this ghost story during the Ghost Festival, and this kind of stele guiding the way is a sign that represents the roadblock. As long as the people on the road follow the direction indicated on the stele, they will never find their way back..."

"I remember when I was a child, not long after the summer vacation, there were six or seven boys in a class in the elementary school next door who were playing after school during the Ghost Festival and didn't go home. They didn't even see anyone until midnight. The parents were so anxious that they almost turned over the entire Wang County and failed to find them. It was not until noon the next day that the nearby villagers reported that they had found one of the missing little boys at the foot of the mass grave on the outskirts of the city. "

"Originally, we only need to find one. It is reasonable to say that it is not too difficult to find the other ones through this found boy, but the problem arises in this found boy... After being found, he does not speak. He didn’t even eat, and the whole person seemed to be stupid, no matter whether it was the parents, the doctor, or the villagers who found him, no one responded to him when he communicated with him.”

"At first, people just thought that the boy was frightened. Let him slowly return to normal with the counseling of a psychiatrist. Then they began to form a mountain patrol team, preparing to find the mass grave of the little boy. Continue to search deep."

Fan Xiangrong looked around vigilantly, sighed and shook his head and said, "Who knew that something happened to this little boy that night, it was only when the accompanying parents went out to answer the phone, within a few minutes, he died in the In the ward, and left a handwriting similar to this guiding stone on the bed sheet of the ward.”

"The mountain patrol team searched the mass graves and graves and did not find the other missing boys, so they had to give up the search and rescue. This incident caused a lot of trouble in Wang County, so that half a year after this incident, the school teacher was in school. In the end, you have to lead a team to send each student home with your own hands..."

Su Che nodded, and his eyes fell on the stone tablet by the roadside, "The ghosts blocking the road are quite similar to the ghosts in Baiping Town. It seems that they are all ghosts that appeared under the influence of the Ghost Festival."

In other places, it is very common for the elders to make up some scary stories to trick the children in the family not to run around after dark, but in Shuangqing City, which is affected by the ghost festival, it is not a noisy place. It's so simple to play.

Fan Xiangrong wanted to add something more, but just as he was about to say something, he saw Su Che pushing his wife straight to the guiding stone, and without any unnecessary movements, he directly uprooted the guiding stone on the side of the road, yes Fan Xiangrong showed what it means to be a ruthless person who doesn't talk much.