No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

A hoarse sound like a broken gong came out of the old man's mouth, like fingernails rubbing against a blackboard. It sounded inexplicably uncomfortable.

"President, those wild dogs have a strong corpse aura, they don't look like living things. This old man who appeared suddenly gave me the feeling that he is a dead body." Kuang Cheng reminded Su Che in a low voice. .

Su Che nodded imperceptibly, took a few steps forward with the loudspeaker that was still sending out cries, and said repeatedly with a kind smile on his face, "In this materialistic society, people's hearts are cold and ruthless. Only Old man, you are still a bit warm, I, Su, thought that I would not be able to do a single business tonight, but I never thought that the old man would come out in the rain to take care of our business!"

"Don't say anything, I'll give it away for free, can't I give it away for free?"

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The hunchbacked old man seemed to be stunned, frozen in place for a long time without moving.

It wasn't until the bloody wild dogs in front of him barked at the three of Su Che that it repeated what it had just said in the same uncomfortable voice.

"Come with me......"

Su Che's face darkened, and he took a few steps forward, almost passing the bloody wild dogs, and the kind smile on his face gradually disappeared, "What? You don't even want to give it away for free, wouldn't that make me look Someone Su failed in business tonight?"

While talking, Su Che didn't stop the movement in his hands, and quickly took out the black book and turned to the page of 'Qi Si Shi Si: Money for Life'.

Then, with a snap, two pieces of life money were caught.

"It's a big deal, I, Su, will give you a little more money!" Su Che sighed, looking at the wild dogs who were frightened by the life-paying money and kept barking, and the hunchbacked old man who turned around and ran away regardless of 21.

Is there anyone you do business with?

"..." Long Wenhua looked at Su Che, then at the hunchbacked old man who was running tremblingly, with an expression like "As expected of you", on his face.

In the end, he still couldn't say anything, but the audience in the live broadcast room started to complain wildly again.

"I just said, every time Mr. Su comes out, it's the rhythm of persecuting ghosts crazily."

"Do you need to say it? Didn't you see that Brother Long, who has rich experience in beating ghosts, is dumbfounded?"

"Do you hear what people are saying here? What do you mean by giving it to you for free? If you don't want it, I'll give you some money instead? Mr. Su is really a business talent. Jiangnan Handicraft Factory picked up a ghost!"

"Didn't you see that Wang Bi even gave out the money to buy his life? Others sell things for money, and he sells things for hell!"

"Everyone is looking at me, I have something to announce!"

"..."

But at this time, no one noticed what the audience in the live broadcast room were doing.

Kuang Cheng shouted loudly, "President, it ran away!"

"Catch up, I, Su, have to do this business!" Su Che said seriously.

While the two were talking, the hunchbacked old man had already run into the corner of the dark narrow alley, Su Che stopped talking nonsense, and beckoned Kuang Cheng and Long Wenhua to keep up with him.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked out and kicked the wild dogs away in front of him, and then chased the hunchbacked old man amidst the howling and whimpering of a group of wild dogs running away with their tails between their legs.

"You're not human...you don't pay...you pay me back my hard-earned money...give me back my hard-earned money!"

The tweeter yelled deafeningly, against the pungent smell of blood in the dark narrow alley, the wild dogs running away covered in blood, and the sound of the pattering rain, the three of Su Che looked like they were hanging around the creditor to collect debts in the middle of the night debt collectors.

All of this was seen by the audience in the live broadcast room.

One second, he looked like a harmless passer-by vendor, but the next second he became scarier than a ghost. Such a sharp contrast was completely beyond the expectations of the audience in the live broadcast room.

"You may not believe me, why do I feel that Mr. Su and Brother Long are ghosts? And the hunchbacked old man who was chased by them is the victim!"

"Brother, you are not alone, and I feel the same way."

"Ki Wang has been like this since the first supernatural video was uploaded, or do you think the big guy has the guts to stay up late at night and watch the live broadcast of Tanling?"

"Good guy, is it possible that Brother Long wants to stand up and sing? No, I can't accept this kind of Brother Long, so cancel it!!!"

"Put it down, in the middle of the night you suddenly meet a group of people looking for you to sell something that you don't know, I'm afraid you will have to turn around and run away in fright."

Amidst the bullet screens being swiped by the audience in the live broadcast room, the three of Su Che accelerated their pace and chased forward.

The dark alley became narrower and narrower, and the trembling figure of the hunchbacked old man was always hanging not far in front of Su Che and the three of them. The wild dogs frightened away by Su Che were barking wildly, just as Su Che was thinking about it. When he was wondering whether to take out the butcher's knife and stab the hunchbacked old man from a distance, he saw the hunchbacked old man suddenly turn around and run into a mud brick house on the side of the road.

Immediately afterwards, the few bloody wild dogs also disappeared into the twisted and dark alley.

Slowly lowering the hand that touched the handle of the butcher's knife, Su Che stood outside the mud brick house where the hunchbacked old man disappeared.

The atmosphere in the dark and narrow alley was a bit weird. The damp and cold air suddenly became dull due to the falling raindrops. A faint light from nowhere shone on the faces of the three of Su Che through the refraction of the light rain all over the sky. At this time, there seemed to be many invisible and intangible things in the deserted village, blocking the three of Su Che in this dark alley that became narrower as it went deeper.

"Damn it, if you don't want to give away money for free, you are no longer an ordinary villain. You must strike hard!" Su Che said righteously.

At the same time as the voice fell, the dark narrow alleys became bustling unexpectedly. With the naked eye, many villagers in simple and old clothes were walking through the streets, and they looked not much different from ordinary villages.

The mud-brick house in front of the three of Su Che was covered with white flags and wreaths, and one could tell at a glance that a funeral was in progress.

Su Che turned his head and looked at Long Wenhua, Long Wenhua hurriedly said in a low voice, "It's exactly the same, I dreamed about this kind of funeral scene in Shenqiao Village back then, but I haven't seen what is going on for the funeral. Whoever organizes the funeral, all the people at the funeral will become ghosts, chasing me to heaven and earth, almost running across the whole place..."

"You ran away?" Su Che asked.

Long Wenhua shook his head in embarrassment and replied, "The whole village is full of ghosts, how can I escape? In the end, I was caught by them. Fortunately, when they stuffed me into the coffin, Officer Zhao got me out Wake up, or I will die in this dream."

"So, it's a ghost's funeral for a living person?" Su Che was thoughtful.

The plain and old-fashioned villagers came and went, but they didn't notice the three of Su Che standing among them, which meant that what they met was not a red-clothed ghost.

But the scene in front of him was indeed too weird. Su Che even pulled the villagers who passed by him with his hands. His hand felt very cold, as if he had touched an ice cube.

The villager almost fell down by him, but he still didn't notice the existence of the three of Su Che, just thought he accidentally knocked over something, looked around a few times in front of Su Che's eyes, and hurried away Walked into the adobe house where the funeral was held.

"These villagers who popped up all of a sudden are all ghosts. Since the hunchbacked ghost and a few wild dogs covered in coagulated blood could obviously see us, but now the ghosts from the entire deserted village have popped up, there is no reason why we can't be found. We are right in front of us, there must be something strange in it, and what happened on the night that Nie Hailin was killed by the death website was transported back to his hometown in Shenqiao Village for the funeral, which made the dead dream. The place that the villagers of Qiao Village and Long Wenhua dreamed about appeared in front of our eyes?"

"Also... what does the road pointed out by the roadblock stone tablet have to do with Luo Gaojie and the two ghosts who entangled him?"

"These are all inseparable from the funeral held by the ghost for the living. If you want to know whether this deserted village is Shenqiao Village, you just need to find out whether the person in charge of the funeral is Nie Hailin."

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Su Che grasped the handle of the butcher's knife that had been prepared for a long time, and led Kuang Cheng and Long Wenhua quietly into the adobe brick house where the funeral was being held, and took out a small amount of bulk gasoline.

Kuang Cheng and Long Wenhua had already been mentally prepared for Su Che's frequent behavior of setting fire on the spot after he bumped into a ghost, and they were very sensible and didn't say much.

Especially after making sure that the ghost villagers coming and going around him couldn't see him, he and Su Che focused all their attention on this weird funeral.

A funeral held by a ghost for a living person, not to mention Long Wenhua, even Kuang Cheng, who knows many horror stories, has never seen such an evil thing.

The adobe brick house where the funeral is being held is very cramped, and a coffin that has not even been painted is simply supported by two long wooden benches from the Eight Immortals Table.

Perhaps it is because the way of death of the deceased in the coffin is not honorable. Although the earth brick house is covered with white flags and wreaths, there is no mourning hall inside the house. The inside of the house is as dark as the narrow alley outside the house. The joss sticks and paper money used to pay homage to the deceased were not even lit, and even the ever-burning lamp that was supposed to be under the coffin was not lit, and only the suppressed chatter of a few ghost villagers in the house could be vaguely heard.

Moreover, similar to what Su Che saw at Bao Jianping's funeral last night, there was no portrait of the deceased placed in front of the coffin that was suspected to be at Nie Hailin's funeral in Shenqiao Village, which undoubtedly made Su Che immediately aware of the strange atmosphere.

Only three or four ghost villagers were found in the mud brick house where the coffin was placed. Su Che asked Long Wenhua if there were any of Nie Hailin's family members or relatives among them. After getting a negative answer from Long Wenhua, he lit the The small amount of bulk gasoline that was just taken out was thrown out the door.

boom!

The ignited bulk gasoline exploded instantly in the pattering rain curtain, and the billowing flames spread in all directions, reflecting the surrounding dark narrow alleys and equally dark adobe brick houses like daytime.

A few ghost villagers chatting in the adobe house suddenly shouted, 'It's not good!Misfire!Oh no!Misfire! ' and rushed out of the house.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Su Che directly used the butcher's knife in his hand to pry open the coffin.

However, the inside of the coffin presented before the eyes of the three people was completely empty. Not only was Nie Hailin's body not as expected, it was not even stained with a single trace of filth. .

"It's strange. The coffins these ghosts hold for the living are actually empty. Could it be that this place is not Shenqiao Village, and the deceased is not Nie Hailin who was killed by the death website?" Su Che frowned slightly.

Long Wenhua also echoed, "It shouldn't be, at that time I clearly saw that there was a dead person in this coffin..."

Such a strange scene was also presented in front of the audience in the live broadcast room. At this time, the live broadcast room had already exploded.

"There is no dead person in the coffin for the funeral, so why not catch the bait here?"

"I haven't seen him for more than half a month. Wang Bi still likes to set fires so much, and he is not afraid of peeing his pants at night."

"Joke, Mr. Su is either persecuting ghosts at night, or on the way to persecute ghosts. Sleeping? Doesn't exist at all!"

"A ghost-killing machine without emotion belongs to it..."

"Damn it, the big brother God prophesied just now that this empty coffin is really a fisherman's. Look! There were obviously no portraits of dead people in front of the coffin just now, but now three portraits of dead people popped up in the blink of an eye!"

"The portraits that suddenly popped up in front of the coffin...on them are Brother Long, Mr. Su, and that half-human, half-corpse Mr. K!"

"Tsk tsk... The king is really amazing. The portrait that the ghost arranged for him is covered with mosaics. I would like to call him the friend of the god of death!"

"Hurry up, kill the prophet."

The barrage in the live broadcast continued to pass by, and the three of Su Che didn't pay much attention to it. But at this moment, like the audience in the live broadcast, they all found three portraits that suddenly appeared in front of the empty coffin.

"What's going on? Before we opened this empty coffin, there was obviously no portrait?" Kuang Cheng looked at the portrait of himself in front of the coffin with a look of embarrassment.

His bluish-white skin had no color at all, and his gloomy appearance looked more like a dead person than a dead person, while the portraits of Long Wenhua and Su Che looked much more normal.

Su Che looked back and forth at the three portraits in front of the empty coffin with great interest, and did not leave to speak out, but picked up the three portraits indifferently and threw them into the empty coffin.

"Sure enough, it's still a ghost's funeral for a living person. It's just that the living person took the initiative to deliver it to the three of us. You said that the three of us came all the way from Jiangcheng. We don't even need money to sell things, and we even give money to send warmth for free. How come the enthusiastic citizens who came to the door became a thorn in the side of you local villagers?"

"What did we do to make you disrespect us so much? The hell is really empty and the devil is in the world. Can this society be better?"

"what?"

The interior and exterior of the adobe-brick house became very quiet, and the riotous firefighting activities disappeared without a trace, and even the rolling fire outside the house and the pattering rain curtain lost their sound.

When Su Che's gaze moved to the narrow alley outside the house that was shrouded in rain and flames, where the scene of water and fire was being staged, he suddenly found a mutilated figure standing outside the door.

Its figure was precarious, and it seemed that it only needed a slight wind to blow its mutilated figure to pieces.

"Xiaolong, do you think that ghost standing outside the door looks familiar?" Su Che asked without changing his expression.

Long Wenhua's reaction was extremely intense, his teeth trembled uncontrollably, and he said in a terrified voice, "Nie...Nie Hailin, the night I was in Shenqiao Village... I was almost killed. It kills..."

"Have you seen it in a dream?" Kuang Cheng interjected and asked.

Long Wenhua replied with a face full of fear, "I didn't have time to talk about it just now. When I was caught by the ghosts in the village and stuffed into the coffin, it was lying in the coffin."

"The ghosts of the whole village took you into the coffin, and Nie Hailin was lying in the coffin?" This detail caught Su Che's attention.

His gaze immediately turned to the empty coffin, "Since it is going to be delivered to your door, why not go through with it to the end and stuff all the consecrated mahogany swords into its coffin!"

Kuang Cheng and Long Wenhua took a deep breath, and quickly stuffed the large bundle of one-time consecrated mahogany swords into the empty coffin that Su Che had pried open, filling it to the brim in a short while.

Looking at the empty coffin filled with one-time consecrated mahogany swords, a meaningful smile appeared on Su Che's lips.

He pulled out the butcher's knife to pry open the coffin, and sealed the empty coffin tightly, "Come on, open the coffin, we, the professional team of Wang County Funeral Home, must make clear arrangements for it today!"