No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

"What are you doing?" Xu Jing silently walked to Su Che's side without making a sound.

Su Che didn't look back at him, but stared at the man in blue cloth, "What else, didn't it scare me last night? I just scared it back."

"But it's a ghost!" Xu Jing looked at the man in blue cloth huddled in the corner with difficulty.

"Only ghosts are allowed to scare people, and people are not allowed to scare ghosts. How can there be such a reason in this world?" Su Che continued to press forward, the pointer in his hand ready to go, "I have asked three times, do you know you?" Anyway, give me an answer, if you don’t say anything, I will do it!"

"..." The voice of the man in the blue cloth seemed to be choked, and he struggled for a long time without saying anything.

Then it jumped on the tricycle and pedaled wildly, and ran away without a trace, disappearing in the dark fog.

"Who is this..." Xu Jing looked at Su Che dumbfounded. It was the first time he saw what it was like to scare a ghost away. What a ghost, run away if you take the road!"

Su Che got into the car and patted the back seat, "Come on, Lao Xu, let's continue to chase. Today I have to let him show the way."

Running wildly on their bicycles, the two rushed into the thick black mist, chasing the man in blue cloth.

From black to white, from white to black, Shuangping Gongyuan and the nearby streets, the small world of ghost stories, was taken by Su Che to stroll all over with Xu Jing.

Finally, in a dead end in Shuangping Gongyuan, he blocked the man in blue cloth again, his broken eyes were bleeding continuously, Su Che flew down and kicked him against the wall, " What are you running for, let me ask you one last time, do you know how to go to the dead end?"

Its stiff dead face swayed from side to side, looking at Su Che in fear, unable to hold back a fart for a long time.

Su Che shook his head and looked at it in disappointment, "I can't even answer the sub-questions, every cause has its consequences, and your death is me!"

The pointer in his hand flashed a blazing blue arc, hitting the bloody eyes of the man in blue clothes, the surrounding scenery quickly retreated, and the black mist that enveloped the Guitan Association struck again.

In just a few seconds, the ghosts asking directions and talking about the world of Shuangping Institute of Technology disappeared from Su Che's eyes, and an inaudible scream was heard in his ears.

Immediately, another voice appeared.

'Part Thirty-One: Keeping the Spirit'

'Whether to enter the strange talk'

"Hey, can you continue to enter the ghost talk?" Su Che stared at the black mist that swept in again. He was very sure that he had indeed heard a man screaming just now, and it wasn't the one in Ghost Asking the Way. The voice of a man in blue cloth.

He continued to say silently in his heart with great interest, "Yes."

The familiar black mist hit, and a pungent smell of smoke and fire rushed towards him.

This is a mourning hall full of white flags, and Su Che found that there was a brazier in front of him, and there were bursts of mourning music beating on trumpets and gongs, as well as the heart-piercing cries of women.

He raised his head to observe the mourning hall that suddenly appeared, and found himself kneeling in front of a black lacquered coffin, above the brazier burning paper money, there was a portrait of an old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks covered with dark age spots. His face was a bit weird from inside to outside There was an evil spirit outside.

And beside Su Che, there was a pale girl kneeling. She looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. She turned her head to stare at Su Che, her eyes were cold, without any emotion.

Su Che subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he couldn't stand up at all.

"Don't move, there is a ghost in the coffin." Contrary to the indifferent eyes, the girl's voice was extraordinarily sweet, and Su Che almost instantly remembered who the owner of this voice was, "You are the owner of the strange talk radio station, Xiaotian sweet?"

"..." The pale girl closed her eyes and silently knelt in front of the coffin without saying a word.

"Hey, don't keep talking. I'm curious, are those people on your radio station human or ghost?" Su Che kept talking like a chatterbox, "You said there was a ghost in the coffin? Did you see it with your own eyes? Long What is it like? Is it scary or not?"

Really unable to stand Su Che's continuous bombardment with words, Xiao Tiantian opened her eyes suddenly, her sweet tone was full of anger, "Shut up, do you want to lure this ghost out to kill us?"

"Take it out? Wouldn't that be better!" Su Che's tone was extremely excited.

Xiaotiantian's forehead was sweating, and her heart felt guilty, "I won't meet a lunatic..."

bang——

The black lacquered coffin shook suddenly.

The mourning music in the mourning hall stopped for a while and then started again. Soon an old man with a gong opened the white flag and walked over. Looking at the two kneeling in front of the coffin, he asked, "Did you hear any strange sounds?"

Su Che pointed to the coffin in front of him, "The things in the coffin seem to be a little lonely, and they want to come out and play disco!"

"???" The old man with a gong in his hand was full of question marks and sternly reprimanded, "Don't talk nonsense."

bang——

The black lacquered coffin shook again.

The face of the old man holding the gong turned pale, and he shouted in horror, "You've cheated on the corpse, Mr. Ren has cheated on the corpse!"

The mourning and music stopped suddenly, and the crying of the heart-piercing woman gradually became smaller and turned into a sobbing sound. Many people's panicked footsteps rang together, and then gradually stopped moving.

The people who kept watch in the mourning hall and those who played the mourning music seemed to have all run away, and the only sound left in the mourning hall hung with white flags was the continuous shaking of the black lacquered coffin.

There was a bang bang bang sound, and the cold and penetrating breath spread wildly.

The black lacquered coffin shook violently. Fortunately, the coffin nails at the four corners of the coffin were still firmly nailed, and the contents of the coffin could not be broken out for a while.

Su Che's legs exerted strength, and the feeling of dragging from bottom to top became heavier, as if something was grabbing his legs and pressing them to the ground.

With two muffled bangs, Su Che stood up from the ground. The old man with the gong was running away from the mourning hall. He looked at Su Che who stood up in a panic, "The paper man is alive, not only cheating corpses, but also haunted by ghosts." what!"

"Paper doll?" Su Che moved his hands and feet, and the terrified shout of the old man holding the gong still sounded outside the mourning hall, "Did you become a paper doll again this time? No wonder you were pinned to the ground and couldn't move."

Xiao Tiantian closed her eyes in despair. She had knelt in the mourning hall for almost two days. Seeing that the three-day mission deadline was approaching, once the funeral procession sent out the coffin with ghosts in the mourning hall for burial, she would be able to end the burial. A nightmarish mission, the small props that were rewarded by the mission suppressed the ghost that haunted me in the previous missions, and lived a peaceful life for a period of time.

But she never expected that halfway through the mission, there would be a second person joining the ghost talk. This second person was still a stunned newcomer, and it took her less than 2 minutes to keep her calm for two days. Breaking, the ghost in the coffin was awakened by him.

The mission that was about to end became out of control in an instant, and she...may even die in this mission...

Looking fiercely at Su Che who stood up from the ground, wishing to tear him apart, Xiao Tiantian decided to fight to the death.

The pale-faced girl's body was torn apart, and a mountain of meat made up of countless incomplete limbs emerged from the girl's body. Its eyes full of venom were spurting out a fierce malice that almost condensed into substance. Its voice was still That sweet feeling of, "Don't let me know who you are or I'll absolutely rip you to shreds and sew them into mine!"

A strong stench blew from the side, and the mountain of meat named Little Sweet sat down on top of the trembling black lacquered coffin with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Chapter 130 The Birth of a Ghost Story

I......

My name is Han Jinlin.

Occupation, probably a writer of supernatural novels, not very popular.

I have been in the industry for ten years, and I have spent many days in a daze. Although I have tried my best to create wonderful works, the response from readers has been mediocre.

I wondered more than once whether I was really not suitable for the job of writing. Fortunately, ten years of writing have allowed me to accumulate a group of book friends. Although they are not tepid, they still have food and hunger Immortal.

Until one day, I remember very clearly that it was a rainy afternoon, the sky seemed to be ripped open, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell from the sky like money.

"Is it the strange cat?" The strange cat is my pen name.

A reader in the book club sent me a private chat. His avatar is a bit strange. It is an open book with a black cover. Blood oozes from the title page, staining most of the book red.

I wasn't surprised at the time, because readers of supernatural novels always have strange avatars.

"It's me who hit the street, that's right."

That's what I answered at the time.

"Hello, author, I have a little immature idea, I wonder if you can help me get acquainted in the new book and give me a role?"

The request of this book friend is very common. In the past, some readers would always find me and ask to add his characters into the book, which is not an excessive request.

So I agreed to him without much thought, "No problem, give me your setting and character card, and I will help you add it to the book when it is suitable!"

Soon, he sent a series of texts.

'Name: Mr. H'

Hey, isn't that the capitalization of my last name?Read on.

The Association of Strange Tales...Spiritual Horror...Folk Legends...Connect all these elements together to build an organization that pursues ghosts and strange stories hidden in the background of a peaceful city.. ....

The more I read it, the more excited I am, my long-dried inspiration is pouring out like a diabetes insipidus.

Well, that's great!If I write this story according to this idea, I will definitely be able to go to the next level!

"Ghost Talk Association", almost no need to think, I typed the title of the book in the title of the word document.

I began to search for those ghost stories that were circulated, and asked around for real horror and ghost stories. Lines of words were constructed in my pen, and the world that belonged to the Ghost Story Association was gradually taking shape.

Readers, gradually increasing!

Sure enough, my hunch was correct!

I'm on fire!

......

It’s strange why there are always passers-by pointing at me recently. I looked in the mirror, and there was nothing special about it except that my face was a little haggard from the draft overnight.

I haven't been out for a few days to catch up on drafts, and this kind of inspiration is endless, and it feels so good to write with divine help.

A few days later, the things in my house were rotten and spoiled, and there was always a strange stench in the air. I searched for a long time but couldn't find the source of the stench.

Helpless, I can only take a day off to clean up at home.

After not taking a few steps, I started to be out of breath. Really, my body is getting weaker and weaker after a long time of not exercising.

......

The stench of putrefaction continues, I still can't find where it's coming from, I rub it hard in the shower at night, and it seems to wash off a large piece of skin.

Holding it in his hand, the washed-off skin turned black, and smelled it, it smelled of corruption and stench.

Damn...does this smell come from me?

I... may have contracted a strange disease.

So I planned to rush to the hospital for an examination overnight, and I stopped the car downstairs for an hour or two, and those taxi drivers turned a blind eye to me.

Is the smell so obvious on me?

I could only walk to the nearest hospital. The oncoming pedestrians and the pedestrians walking from behind walked past me trembling inexplicably.

I stood in the middle of the sidewalk and looked at them suspiciously... I realized that they seemed to be ignoring me...

An ominous premonition rose from my heart.

I stopped going to the hospital, turned around and rushed back, and ran back home as if flying.

I......

I......

I saw my dead body...

It fluttered in front of the computer desk, rotten and stinking, and the corpse liquid was flowing all over the floor...