The daily life of the devil's wife

Chapter 223 What the hell?

Looking at her back, the woman in red sighed softly and disappeared into the corridor on the second floor...

Going down the stairs, as soon as Jun Moli reached the first floor, he felt a gloomy cold wind blowing towards his face.

In the originally empty hall, there were suddenly many more people.

Each of them wore a hat, lowered their heads, and buried their faces in the cloakroom.

Even if Jun Moli faced them, he couldn't see their faces.

As if they didn't notice Jun Moli and Zhuo Hao's arrival, they were still hunched over, sitting motionless in front of the wooden table, each with a long white silk hanging around their necks.

At first glance, it looks like marionettes, supported by white silk hanging from the beams.

"Jun... Miss Jun."

Seeing Jun Moli coming down the stairs, Zhuo Hao, who was paralyzed on the ground in fright, struggled to get up.

Staggering to Jun Moli's side, he pulled her sleeves tightly: "I... I will tell you that there is... a problem with this inn. There are so many ghosts here... Ghosts, what shall we... what should we do?"

Because of the fright, Zhuo Hao couldn't even speak a complete sentence.

He was tired of talking, and Jun Moli was even more tired listening.

Lowering his eyes, he glanced lightly at Zhuo Hao's hand that was tightly holding on to her sleeve, and Jun Moli pulled the sleeve back lightly.

Raising his hand, he took out the dagger from the ring, and threw the purple dagger at one of the white silks.

"Wow..."

The dagger cut through the white silk, making the sound of cloth breaking.

After cutting off a piece of white silk, the dagger spun around in the air and returned to Jun Moli's hand again.

Then, the "marion doll" sitting in front of the wooden table with a hunched back seemed to have lost its support and fell down.

The place where the "marion doll" fell was very coincidental, it happened to be at Zhuo Hao's feet.

Zhuo Hao was taken aback by the sudden turn of events, and hurriedly sneaked behind Jun Moli: "Oh my god, what the hell is this?"

"It's really a ghost."

Taking a cold look at the "marion doll" lying on the ground, Jun Moli raised his leg and kicked it, and the "doll" immediately flew into the air.

It hit the wooden table limply, then rolled twice on the ground before stopping.

"Ahh... Miss Jun, help me..."

Zhuo Hao was really frightened, he kept rubbing against Jun Moli's back.

Turning slightly sideways, Jun Moli glanced at him with disdain, led his lapel with one hand, and turned him around: "Look carefully, what is it?"

"No, no, I don't look, I'm already blind, I can't see anything."

"..."

Jun Moli has seen Zhuo Hao's courage.

Slowly looked away from him, turned to look around: "Girl, there are so many scarecrows in your inn, don't you need to come out and explain?"

scarecrow?
Hearing Jun Moli's words, Zhuo Hao was slightly taken aback.

He opened his eyes tentatively and looked at the scarecrow lying motionless on the ground.

"It's actually a scarecrow." Zhuo Hao raised his leg and kicked the scarecrow angrily, "I'm just saying, how can there be ghosts in this world."

He proudly raised his chin, pretending to be fearless, as if he had completely forgotten that he was not so scared by these scarecrows just now.

Looking at his appearance, Jun Moli held his forehead speechlessly.

Before she could say anything, there was a burst of crazy laughter in the inn.

"Hahaha……"

(End of this chapter)