Farming by blowing the lamp: the little girl of the fool's family

Chapter 544 How Many Lives Have You Killed?
Mrs. Song's hair stood on end, she hurriedly turned her head to look to the left.

Nothing.

And the weird laughter continued, piercing her eardrums, and the panic in her heart was infinitely magnified.

Mrs. Song couldn't help covering her ears with her hands, and sat down slowly on the ground.

After an unknown period of time, she felt that the surroundings were not so cold, and the piercing laughter must have disappeared.

So, Mrs. Song slowly let go of her hands.

Really no more that weird laugh.

She breathed a sigh of relief, only to feel the severe headache coming again and again, and hurriedly pressed her forehead with both hands, and shouted towards the door, "Come on! Is there anyone? Come on!"

There was still no response outside the door.

Now, Mrs. Song can be sure that something happened tonight.

She can regard everything just now as a nightmare, but how can she explain all this now?
Mrs. Song climbed onto the bed trembling, curled up at the base of the wall, not daring to breathe.

Could it be that she has done a lot of bad things in her life, so did some dirty things come to her? !

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a faint, long sigh, which seemed to be coming from outside the door.

Sweating more and more, Mrs. Song seemed to be soaked in ice water all over her body. While pulling the thin quilt around her body, she pressed it against the wall hard, as if doing so could make her feel a little sense of security.

The sigh came closer, near the bed.

But when Mrs. Song raised her head, she could only see a white shadow floating beside her bed.

Looking at the figure of that white shadow, it seems to be a man.

"Mrs. Song...do you know me..."

Mrs. Song's eyes widened in horror, and she was quite frightened by the hoarse voice.

The door was closed tightly, and she could clearly see that the door had not been opened. How did this white shadow... come in and come to her bedside? !

Furthermore, this white shadow is obviously floating, without feet, just floating around the bed like this!
"You, who are you! I warn you, if you dare to play tricks in front of Mrs. Ben, I will definitely not let you go!"

Mrs. Song was courageous, wiped the sweat off her forehead tremblingly, threatened the white figure with a trembling voice, swallowed again, and shouted hysterically outside the door, "Come on, come on!" ! Come on, someone!"

But the only answer to her was the piercing and weird laughter from the white shadow in front of her again.

"Come here? Who are you here? Everyone in your yard has already gone to see Lord Yan!"

Bai Ying sneered, "They worked their lives for a vicious person like you, damn it!"

"And you deserve to go to the eighteenth floor of hell and be tortured by boiling oil!"

Bai Ying shouted sharply.

As soon as the words fell, the temperature at noon had already dropped a lot, and the icy chill pierced straight towards Mrs. Song.

And the white mist in the yard has already permeated into the house at this moment.

Mrs. Song trembled again, she was so frightened that she broke into a cold sweat, and asked tremblingly, "I, I didn't hurt you, why did you come to me!"

At this moment, Mrs. Song already understood in her heart that the white shadow in front of her was not someone pretending to be a ghost, otherwise all the weird things tonight... She believed that it would be impossible to do it artificially.

"You didn't hurt me?"

Bai Ying smiled coldly, "Have you killed too many people?"

Seeing that Mrs. Song was quite frightened by him, in the hazy white mist, Bai Ying curled her lips and continued, "Do you remember what happened at Jiajin Restaurant last month?"

(End of this chapter)