The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 222 Devil May Cry
"them?"

Looking puzzled at the woman at the door, the old man showed doubts.

The woman gave him a meaningful look, and kindly reminded: "If you hear or see something at night, don't go out."

Then, she grinned, leaving a sinister smile, and quickly left the room.

Looking at the place where she disappeared, the old man felt a chill down his spine.

He finally forgot what happened just now, and after being reminded by her, he remembered everything again.

"My boy, are we really going to live here tonight?"

"I paid so much for the room, so naturally I can't waste it."

Slightly raised his lips, Jun Moli's eyes flashed a trace of chill.

This inn is indeed weird, but the weirder it is, the more she wants to find out.
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The night is getting deeper.

Jun Moli returned to his room.

Pushing open the door, it was no surprise to see many floating white silks, as if white silks were the characteristic of this inn.

outside the inn.

Zhuo Hao curled up and lay in the carriage.

The cold wind at night rolled up the curtains of the carriage and kept pouring in.

His clothes were already thin, and he couldn't help shivering when he was blown by the cold wind.

"Ah..."

His cheeks were red from the cold, and the howling night wind was like a devil's cry, deeply irritating Zhuo Hao's eardrums.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this place?"

Huddled tightly, hugging a ball, he suddenly regretted living here.

In the inn, there are only Miss Jun and Master, and warm quilts, so I don't feel terrible when I fall asleep.

But now, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. Staying here alone was simply a kind of torture.

Hearing the Night Breeze that sounded like a devil's cry, Zhuo Hao struggled again and again, turned over and sat up.

Raising his hand to lift the curtain, he jumped out of the carriage and walked towards the inn bravely.

Because of fear, he didn't dare to open his eyes, but as soon as he closed them, an invisible fear immediately hit his heart.

In desperation, he had no choice but to open his eyes a little.

Under the caress of the night wind, strips of white silk were like ghosts, guarding the door of the inn with their teeth and claws open.

Shouting timidly, his heart was about to break free from his chest.

If he had known that the night here was so terrifying, he should have gone in with Miss Jun and Master.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

Walking to the door of the inn, the sound of crying came into my ears.

Suddenly, Zhuo Hao's footsteps stopped, and he couldn't tell whether what he heard at this moment was the sound of the wind or the strange crying sound.

Bite the bullet and push the door open, he convinced himself in his heart that it was just rumors.

But as the wooden door of the inn was pushed open, the scene in front of him frightened him so that he fell to the ground easily and withdrawn: "Ghost... there is a ghost!"

The shrill scream pierced the night sky, waking Jun Moli who was in a light sleep.

Recognizing that it was Zhuo Hao's voice, she jumped up from the bed like a hurricane, pushed open the door and stepped out of the room.

"Woooooooo..."

"Woooooooo..."

The miserable cry came to the ears along with the sound of the wind, which made people feel a little cold in the heart.

Before she could go downstairs to find out what happened, a strange red shadow suddenly flashed past: "Don't meddle in your own business, go in quickly. No matter what you hear or see, don't step out of the room again step."

The woman's voice came faintly, like a ghost in the night.

Jun Moli recognized that the voice was the owner of the inn, ignored her, and walked downstairs.

(End of this chapter)