Kuai Chuan will die if he doesn't fall in love with the BOSS

Chapter 342 Falling in Love with a Cold-Blooded Killer (76)

What, what's the matter with this voice, why does it sound like my father's voice?
Is she dreaming, or her father is already dead, how could she still hear his voice.

She thought she was scaring herself, so she didn't pay attention to it. Just as she closed her eyes, the same voice sounded again.

"I died so wrongly!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, her pupils dilated, and big drops of sweat rolled down her forehead. This time she heard clearly, the voice was real, wasn't she dreaming?
This idea just popped up, but it scared her badly.

"Ah!" She screamed in horror, shrank her neck and hid beside Wen Fan, trembling.

Wen Fan was sleeping soundly, woke up by her fright, opened his hazy eyes, felt the people around him shivering, seemed to be very frightened, and asked puzzledly, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you, have a nightmare?"

"No, it's not." Chuxue spoke with her teeth chattering and made a rattling sound. She hurriedly pulled his arm and asked in horror, "Brother Wen, I heard my father's voice just now."

Wen Fan thought she was thinking day by day and dreaming at night, so he comforted her with a smile, "Xue'er, you must be having a nightmare, your father is dead, how could you hear his voice."

Is it really just her dreaming?But the voice just now was too real, not like a dream at all!
Chuxue couldn't calm down, "But, but..."

"Okay, don't worry about it, I'll be by your side, you'll be fine, just go to sleep." Wen Fan closed his eyes after finishing speaking.

Chuxue looked around in fear, but the room was pitch black and she couldn't see anything, so she had to hide in Wen Fan's arms.

"I died so unjustly!" The desolate and terrifying voice sounded again.

This time not only Chuxue, but even Wenfan heard it clearly.

"Ah!" He was so frightened that he sat up from the bed, trembling as he spoke, "This, this, this voice"

Chuxue shrank behind him in fear, "Brother Wen, I'm so scared."

"No, no, it's okay." Wen Fan wanted to comfort her, but his voice trembled like a sieve when he spoke.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the room.

In an instant, a pale face came into the eyes of Chu Xue and the others, the familiar facial features were blurred, the seven orifices were bleeding, the long fingernails in his hands were eerie, the blood-stained lips slowly opened, and a gloomy and desolate voice sounded.

"I died so wrongly!"

The two looked at the familiar face in front of them, their pupils shrank violently, and suddenly they screamed, "Ah, ghost, there is a ghost!"

The two screamed and rolled off the bed, hitting the ground, ignoring the pain, and scrambling towards the door, but before they got close, a white figure floated slowly in front of them, with a long His fingernails stretched out towards them, "Give me back my life."

"No, ah!" The two fell into a ball, then got up in a staggered way, and crawled inside.

"I died so unjustly, give me my life back!" A gloomy and desolate voice followed closely behind.

"No, it has nothing to do with me." Wen Fan had trouble with his legs and feet, so he could only use a crawler. His trousers dragged on the ground, leaving streaks of light yellow liquid, and he peed on his trousers in fright.

In the darkness, Chuxue bumped into the chair and fell to the ground. She just got up and wanted to run, when suddenly a gust of cold air approached, a pair of cold hands suddenly grabbed her neck, and a desolate voice resounded faintly.

"It's you who killed me, give me my life back!"

"Ah, it wasn't me, it was Tang Zhining who killed you, you go find her." Chuxue refused to admit that she had framed her.

(End of this chapter)