No One Understands the Supernatural Better Than I Do

The rust-speckled Route 714 bus glided silently past the roadside; bloodstained high heels sat neatly by the door; a headless ghost baby hid outside the window, sobbing; a pure white wedding dress fluttered on the windowsill of Room 603 in Building Seven; an old man covered in livor mortis knocked on the next-door neighbor’s door; sharp, grating scratches came from the wardrobe just a few feet away...

Night fell, and the supernatural returned. Su Che, who lived in Jiang City, strode into the street and punched the head off a passing evil spirit. “That’s it?”

“Five Ways to Deal with a Hanging Ghost”

“On the Feasibility of Using Black Dog Blood to Ward Off Evil in Supernatural Incidents”

“What You Need to Know When Facing a Red-Clad Ghost”

“An Argument for the Causes of Memetic Ghosts and the Necessity and Specific Measures of Joint Prevention and Control”

“Detailed Guidelines for the Harmless Disposal of Zombies”...

“My name is Su Che. No one understands the supernatural better than I do!”