No One Knows the Supernatural Better Than Me

Me, dead?

Drop drop drop.

The sound of a message prompt came from the computer with the bright screen.

The reader who used the avatar of the bloody black book sent me a message, "The author, you haven't updated for more than ten days, did you encounter something?"

"It's nothing, I will resume updating soon!" I thought in my mind, and such words appeared on the computer screen.

"That's good!"

I started updating again.

Within a few days, the stench of the corpse in the room spread to the outside world, and the neighbor next door called the police after finding something abnormal.

The police rushed to open the door, and a pungent, rotten stench poured out of the room, and the yellowed corpse liquid flowed all over the floor, and those writhing maggots were rolling in the corpse fluid and on my rotting corpse.

Two young police officers were so frightened by the disgusting scene that they vomited out their overnight meal.

Is it really that scary?

I looked at my dead body without much fear or anything else.

......

I'm a ghost now.

My mind is getting more chaotic every day, my thinking is getting slower and slower every day, and the speed of updating has also slowed down. I feel that I will soon become the kind of evil spirit in my book that can only harm people.

I can't do this.

I have to save myself.

But it’s useless, that kind of deep evil thoughts are devouring my consciousness, I don’t want to become a ghost and harm others, I just want to finish writing my story.

No, my mind is in a mess, and I can no longer write rationally.

During the day, the scorching sun shines all over the sky. Although I was very uncomfortable during this period, I was able to maintain some sanity.

Once night falls, that deep evil will drive me out of the room, and cast malicious eyes on those living people. I don't want to touch them, and rely on my remaining reason to wander meaninglessly in the streets and alleys of Jingcheng.

Almost all people can't see me, but there are always different types among them. Occasionally, passers-by will turn around and run away when they see me and turn pale with fright.

The boring and unexamined days lasted for a long time.

Until that day, I met a very strange person, he gave me a very strange feeling, he stood there like a piece of ice exuding a breath that made me feel cold, he wore a ferocious pig face The mask was still dripping with blood, filled with a strong smell of blood.

He glanced at me and didn't speak, but another headless man in red clothes appeared from behind him.

The man in the red suit with no head is a ghost, my intuition tells me so, it wants to kill me, and this is also my intuition.

I subconsciously turned around and ran away, the man in red was chasing after me. It tore off a hand, half of my left breast, and half of a leg, and swallowed them whole into the headless esophagus.

I haven't finished the book yet, I can't be killed by him like this!

Just when I was desperate, a book with a black cover and blood-red paper suddenly appeared in my hand. The headless man in red chased after him, and the book swallowed it.

'One: Headless Ghost'

The chaotic consciousness became clear, and the evil thoughts that disturbed my thoughts gradually subsided. I have never been so eager to return to my sanity.

Ghost Story Association...

Why can't I map it into reality?

Bold ideas took root in my heart and grew wildly.

Chapter 130 No, Sweet Sister

Zhou Li sat restlessly on his seat, a treacherous voice sounded from his ears, he obeyed Mr. H's instructions, dared not do anything, dared not say anything.

There is gray mist in all directions, and a blood moon hangs high above the head of the sky, which exudes an ominous atmosphere.

Although everything in front of him was full of weird atmosphere, Zhou Li felt that he was still in a safe state. Compared with his previous experience of dancing on the grave, getting drunk in the mourning hall, and staying overnight in the cemetery, it was not too scary. The place.

Everyone seemed to have disappeared, and the space shrouded in gray mist was extraordinarily quiet.

Oh no, he could see two people sitting in the last row, their bodies were also shrouded in black mist, and no male or female could be discerned.

Wang Wang Wang!

A sudden bark sounded at Zhou Li's feet.

"Where did the dog come from?" Zhou Li thought to himself, he kept a sitting posture obediently, and ignored the dog passing by.

At this time, Long Wenhua, who was sitting in the second chair from the right in the last row, was bored. His rough male voice echoed in the gray space, "Uncle in the fourth row, you are bored, why don't we chat?"

"It's such a familiar voice, I feel like I've heard it somewhere before..." Zhou Li heard this characteristic rough male voice, and a familiar feeling appeared in his mind, "Who are you? Do we know each other?"

"A few nights ago, we stopped your car near Jiangcheng Anorectal Hospital, did you forget?" Long Wenhua said again.

The fuzzy memory became clear in an instant, and Su Che's figure subconsciously appeared in Zhou Li's mind, and he almost fell off the chair in shock.

Fortunately, Long Wenhua's characteristic rough voice reminded Zhou Li of him, "Oh, you are the big guy who says he is 25 years old, but actually looks like an old man in his forties!"

"..." Long Wenhua was silent for a moment, before complaining feebly, "Uncle, why do you always say such embarrassing things to me?"

Zhou Li laughed a few times, "I'm sorry, but you really impressed me too much, I've never seen such a anxious young man!"

Hearing Zhou Li's words, Long Wenhua felt a little depressed, "Uncle, you talk like this, we can't talk at all."

Zhou Ligang opened his mouth, then closed it again.A turbulent flow suddenly appeared in the space shrouded in gray mist, and a hillock-like figure was suddenly thrown out of the gray mist.

The sweet voice let out bursts of screams, across the gray mist and smashed straight to where Long Wenhua was.

Long Wenhua was still looking at Zhou Li's position, and suddenly smelled a stench in his nose. When he came back to his senses, he suddenly found a huge unknown black object flying towards him at a fast speed.

He suddenly stood up from his seat and ran away, but it was too late, Xiao Tiantian's body like a mountain of meat ruthlessly pressed Long Wenhua under him.

Greasy fat meat and a foul stench rushed in, and Long Wenhua felt as if he was being hit head-on by a Tiger tank, or as if a dump truck had crushed him fiercely.

All the internal organs seemed to be displaced by this impact, the white eyes couldn't stop turning upwards, and the inside of the stomach turned upside down.

"Ugh..." The green gastric juice was squeezed out and sprayed all over the floor.

"Death, death, death!" Long Wenhua howled like a pig.

"The ancestors are buried vertically, and the future generations must be great... What kind of spell is this? Why can he release the thunder after saying this sentence... put the ghost in the coffin I can't take care of myself..." Xiao Tiantian pressed on Long Wenhua, her eyes were empty and she murmured in a low voice.

Long Wenhua tried his best to push the greasy fat on his body, but he still found desperately that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push the fat on his body by even a millimeter. record of.

"I...I'm so sad...I'm going to be crushed to death..." Long Wenhua's unshaven face had two tears of grievance, "If you don't allow chatting, you don't allow it." Just chatting, why did you throw a tank to hit me, it's such a big hatred."

"What did you say?" Xiao Tiantian's empty eyes shot out instantly, she got up from Long Wenhua's body, grabbed Long Wenhua's neckline and asked her in front of her eyes.

Long Wenhua already felt that he was about to burp, he shook his head frantically, his tone was full of lingering despair, "I didn't say anything, I really didn't say anything!"

"The mouth is quite hard. I don't know if all the parts on your body are as hard as your mouth." Xiao Tiantian said in a sweet voice that made Long Wenhua sweat coldly, "How dare you say that my mother is a tank, let me tell the newcomer You, you are finished! If I don’t want you to be squeezed dry, write the words Xiaotiantian upside down!”

"What!" Long Wenhua yelled in horror, "Are you Xiao Tiantian from the strange talk radio station?"

At first, when I heard Xiao Tiantian's gentle voice and soft voice on the taxi radio, Long Wenhua still imagined Xiao Tiantian as a tall, elegant and gentle wife in his mind. impulse.

"But why, why did you put such a cruel truth in front of me." Long Wenhua burst into tears.

With a sound of tearing, Xiao Tiantian tore off a strip of cloth from Long Wenhua's clothes, and then dropped Long Wenhua from her hand. She sneered, "I will come to you!"

"No, Miss Tian!"

boom.

A muffled sound.

Another figure shrouded in black mist was thrown out of the gray mist, and the hoarse middle-aged male voice murmured in an unbelievable tone, "Where did this newcomer come from? In "Scorched Man" He set fire to the mountain and burned that pickpocket alive into a pile of coke... There is such an operation, why didn't I think of it!"

After he finished speaking, another person was thrown out. He rolled on the ground in pain, and couldn't close his legs in fear. "My God, are all newcomers this year so outrageous?"

Mr. J's malicious and frivolous tone was completely gone, he was a little lost, "I have been caught by the opera ghost in the ghost talk of "Ghost Scary", it put me on the stage and took off my underpants, holding a long The whip whipped me wantonly, woo woo woo... The hundreds of audience members below the stage looked at me and pointed at me. Although they knew they were not human, who could bear this kind of humiliation.

Then that newcomer appeared, he took the place of the theater troupe leader, let the opera ghost perform to his heart's content, if he was dissatisfied, he threw a blazing blue lightning to strike the ghost.They sang continuously for three days and three nights. The ghost who sang didn't want to sing anymore. In the end, the newcomer taunted the ghost who didn't have enough tricks. The ghost couldn't stand it and committed suicide... The ghost committed suicide.. ...Hahahaha, I'm not crazy, the opera singer actually committed suicide..."

Mr. J was obviously mentally traumatized, and he gradually became incoherent after speaking, and his eyes were cloudy and dull.

Chapter 130 Auntie, do you think there are ghosts in Jingcheng?

"As far as your level is concerned, you dare to come into contact with supernatural beings at will, and honestly find the relevant department nearby and surrender yourself, lest you regret it when you are haunted by ghosts and die without a place to bury you." A cold female voice came out from the gray mist, sternly His gaze scanned Mr. J's trembling body.

Panic, fear, and excitement suddenly appeared in Mr. J's chaotic and dull eyes, and his body was shaking non-stop, which lasted for several minutes before he slowly regained his composure.

"Damn it, it's the note, the note came out!" Mr. J had just recovered his calm state and became crazy again, but only for a moment, his crazy expression suddenly froze, and he suddenly fell asleep.

Not long after, another person was thrown out of the gray mist. He fell to the ground without making a sound, but his chest rose and fell violently, and he panted wildly, "It's terrible, it's terrible...it's terrible, It's just too scary..."

"This voice, you are old K!" The hoarse middle-aged male voice that came out after Britney said in surprise, "You are a half-human, half-corpse existence, what other terrifying things can scare you?"

Mr. K was about to cry, "You don't understand, how can you understand..."

"The ghost story this time is Tenteng Town, a place that was reduced to a ghost town after being attacked by zombies. I had already mixed in with those zombie teams, and I only needed to unravel the mystery of why the villagers turned into zombies to complete the task. Who Thinking of a newcomer suddenly descending from the sky, abruptly turning the deciphered strange talk into a battle royale..." Mr. K said slowly in a tone of lovelessness.

"Battle Royale?" The hoarse middle-aged male voice said hesitantly, "That newcomer exposed you? Are all the zombies in Tenteng Town chasing you?"

"Exposed?" Mr. K's voice suddenly rose a few degrees, "I am half human and half corpse, will I be exposed? I am a fish in water, and the corpse king in Tenteng Town trusts me and regards me as its right-hand man. I already know it It came from the big iron ship in Lingang, and I almost revealed the secret behind it..."

"That newcomer, that newcomer is simply not a person... He found a butcher's knife from nowhere, rushed into Tenteng Town and directly killed the villagers who had turned into zombies. There were dozens of them Zombies were chased by him to the sky, and there was no way to go down. The corpse king changed three or four times in a row. In the end, no zombie dared to be the corpse king. After the unanimous election of the zombie villagers, I, a half-human, half-corpse existence, became a corpse king......

do you know?He didn't even let me go!At that time, the butcher's knife was only [-] centimeters away from my throat. As long as he handed the knife forward, my head would be cut off by him, but I was calm and calm, relying on some information revealed by the corpse king, combined The clues I found by myself finally unlocked the secret of Tenteng Town!This is how I escaped from the world of ghost stories..."

Mr. K stood up trembling, with lingering fear in his heart, "Don't talk to me, I want to be quiet..."

"Quiet...Who is Jingjing?" Another scream came from the gray mist, and the escaping voice was the person who had previously mentioned the financial status of the Guild Talk Association.

Mr. K was furious, "That butcher's knife is only [-] centimeters away from my neck, Fatty Qian, you ask me who Jing Jing is in the end? I wish I could bite you to death!"

"No, old K, don't get me wrong, the Jingjing I'm talking about is not the same as your Jingjing!" The man whom Mr. K called Qian Fatty fell to the ground with a wry smile, "I broke into a hide-and-seek game." In a small town near the river, I need to find the ghost named Jingjing among thousands of people... If I can’t find the ghost named Jingjing within 48 hours, I will be banned forever trapped in a small town!"

"You haven't met the newcomer?" said Herr K. hoarsely.

"Newcomer, what newcomer? I don't know what's going on. I was still looking for that ghost named Jing Jing in the small town, but suddenly I was kicked out of the world of ghost stories. It's inexplicable!"

At this time, the members of the Ghost Story Association in the space shrouded in gray mist were all looking at Fatty Qian, their meaningless gazes made him feel guilty, "What's the matter, why are you looking at me like this..."

"It's nothing, you guys are really lucky!" Everyone said in unison.

Xiao Tiantian walked up from the last row of seats, her voice was still sweet as usual, "This newcomer...why hasn't come out yet, he probably wants to break through the world of strange stories by himself!"