What's going on with this voice, how does it sound like my father's voice?

Is she dreaming, otherwise her father is already dead, how could she still hear his voice.

She thought she was scaring herself, but she didn't take it to heart, and as soon as she closed her eyes, the same voice sounded again.

"I died so unjustly!"

She opened her eyes suddenly, her pupils dilated, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down her forehead, this time she heard clearly, the voice was real, not that she was dreaming?

The thought had just come to her, but it scared her terribly.

"Ahh She screamed in horror, shrunk her neck and hid beside Wen Fan, shivering.

Wen Fan slept soundly, was woken up by her, opened his hazy eyes, felt the people around him tremble, as if he was very scared, and asked puzzledly, "Xue'er, what's wrong with you, you have nightmares?" ”

"No, it's not." Chu Xue's teeth chattered when she spoke, and she made a titicaa sound, she hurriedly pulled his arm and asked in horror, "Brother Wen, I heard my father's voice just now." ”

Wen Fan thought that she was thinking about it day and dreaming at night, so he smiled and comforted her, "Xue'er, you must be having a nightmare, your father is dead, how can you hear his voice." ”

Could it really be that she was just dreaming? But the voice was too real to be like a dream!

The first snow couldn't calm down, "But, but..."

"Okay, don't do it, I'll be by your side, it's okay, go to sleep." Wen Fan closed his eyes after speaking.

Chu Xue's eyes glanced 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 terrible voice sounded again.

This time it was not only the first snow, but even Wen Fan heard it clearly.

"Ahh He was so frightened that he sat up from the bed and spoke until he shuddered, "This, this, this voice..."

Chu Xue shrank behind him in fear, "Brother Wen, I'm so scared." ”

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

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and lit up the room.

In an instant, a pale face was reflected in the eyes of Chu Xue and the two, the familiar outlines of their facial features were blurred, the seven orifices were bleeding, the long nails in their hands were eerie and terrifying, the blood-stained lips slowly opened, and a gloomy and desolate voice sounded.

"I died so unjustly!"

The two looked at the familiar faces in front of them, their pupils shrank violently, and they suddenly let out a scream that shook the earth, "Ah, ghosts, there are ghosts!" ”

The two of them rolled off the bed screaming, hit the ground, didn't care about the pain, and rushed to the door, but before they could get closer, a white figure slowly floated in front of them, and long nails stretched out towards them, "Give me my life." ”

"Don't, ah!" The two of them fell into a ball, stumbled to their feet, and crawled inside.

"I died so unjustly, give me my life back!" An eerie and bleak voice followed.

"No, it has nothing to do with me." Wen Fan's legs and feet were inconvenient, so he could only use crawling, and his pants were dragged on the ground, leaving strips of light yellow liquid, which was actually scared to pee his pants.

In the dark, Chu Xue hit the chair and fell on all fours, she was just about to get up and run, suddenly a cold air approached, a pair of cold hands suddenly choked her neck, and the desolate voice sounded faintly.

"You killed me and gave me my life back!"

"Ah, it's not me, it's Tang Zhining who killed you, you go to her." Chu Xue didn't admit that he was planting the blame.