Fantasy: I Mistaken The Protagonist And Villain At The Beginning

Chapter 169 Su Zhaoxue's Funeral (Subscribe)

"Me? I'm not, isn't it the funeral of our high school classmates today? It's that...that Su..."

Song Hongli tried hard to think of that classmate's name, but he couldn't remember it at all.

"You mean Su Zhaoxue... Didn't her funeral end a few days ago? 35

Hearing Song Hongli say this, Chen Haoyun asked curiously.

"What? Impossible, you called me yesterday-, it's today. 99

"It really ended a few days ago. If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see her tombstone."

Seeing the unbelief on Song Hongli's face, Chen Haoyun led him inside although she didn't know why he didn't believe it.

"To be honest, Su Zhaoxue's incident was really sudden. I didn't believe it when I got the call. He was very inconspicuous in high school. I didn't expect to become so beautiful in college. She and I are from the same college. If she hadn't told me about you, I wouldn't have believed it was her."5

"She has been doing well in college in recent years. She is still a school girl, and her family's conditions are also very good. It's a pity that her daughter died suddenly in a car accident."

Along the way, Chen Haoyun whispered, while Song Hongli never said a word, and the two walked to the tombstone.

When the tombstone engraved with Su Zhaoxue's name appeared in front of him, Song Hongli believed that the funeral was really over.

In a panic, he took out the phone and dialed the number he called him yesterday. After dialing it, he found that the number was empty.

This kind of thing made it inevitable to think about ghosts. He looked at the tombstone in front of him, there were no photos on it, and he still couldn't remember what this Su Zhaoxue looked like and what he did in high school.

He still can't remember what interaction this person has had with him. Why was the phone call empty yesterday?

Who is playing the prank?

"Eh? Hongli, why do you look so bad? But I remember that in high school, Zhaoxue liked you very much, but you always ignored her, and she didn't look for you much after that. Then she asked me for your contact information, did you meet later?"

Seeing Song Hongli in a daze, Chen Haoyun said again, after listening to her words, Song Hongli clutched the phone tightly, sweat dripping from his palm.

Have you really spoken to that person? Why doesn't he have any impression at all?

Thinking about the strange phone call yesterday, Song Hongli became more and more frightened, and couldn't even listen to Chen Haoyun's words.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little uncomfortable, so I'll go back first."

Song Hongli said, finally glanced at the name on the tombstone, and quickly left the cemetery.

Driving all the way back to the house, Song Hongli felt an inexplicable discomfort in his heart. What happened in the cemetery just now was so strange that the more he thought about it, the more wrong he felt.

Thinking of the phone call yesterday, he frowned, looked at the phone number, and dialed it again, but this time it was prompted that it was not an empty number.

Instead, it got through but no one answered, only the busy tone rang again and again.

Although it was a very often heard voice, it made Song Hongli feel flustered for no reason. He quickly hung up the phone, and a chill gradually appeared on his body.

The events of this day are too bizarre, making him feel extremely tired, he is too lazy to eat, and just wants to take a hot bath now to wash away the bad luck.

Song Hongli took off his clothes, and instead of taking a bath, he stood under the shower and let the hot water pour down from his head.

He wiped the shower gel on his body, and suddenly, his body felt a little colder for no reason.

The sudden coldness was like adding a basin of ice cubes to the hot water, blocking other sensations.

Feeling the cool feeling lingering around him, and then, his back was suddenly touched.

Such a discovery made Song Hongli hold his breath in fright. He is a lawyer, and the thing he doesn't believe in is ghosts, and he never believes that there are ghosts in this world.

But now, the feeling on his body is very obvious, and he can clearly feel it.

The feeling of fear made Song Hongli so scared that he didn't dare to move. He curled up and squatted in the corner, but felt that the hand still didn't let him go, but instead touched his own hair and his own cheek.

The incandescent lamp in the bathroom suddenly began to flicker, brightened, dimmed, brightened, and dimmed again. After several repetitions, it finally fell into darkness.

・・・・Seeking flowers・・

People's fear of darkness has existed since ancient times, even Song Hongli is no exception, especially after encountering the kind of incident just now, he was even more afraid to move, and the hand was still moving around him.

Song Hongli trembled with fright, and he dared not open his eyes to see if there was any "thing" around him.

After a long time, until the hand gradually disappeared, he frantically cleaned his own body as if he was free from restraint, and quickly left the bathroom.

The first thing Song Hongli did when he returned to the room was to turn on all the lights in the room, but he didn't dare to go back to the bathroom to see what happened.

He didn't think he was hallucinating, and everything in the bathroom was too real to be fake.

Contacting yesterday's phone call and today's cemetery, Song Hongli felt that he must have provoked something unlucky to encounter this kind of thing.

Thinking like this, he suddenly felt that his home was no longer safe, but he had nowhere to go now, and he had to go to work tomorrow, and he was too tired to move at all.

After weighing, Song Hongli changed his pajamas and lay on the bed, holding his breath to watch the wind and grass in the room. The high tension made him not sleepy, and even a little movement would make him open his eyes.

After a few hours of support, Song Hongli's physical strength reached the limit. He felt very tired and sleepy, and his consciousness became more and more blurred.

At this moment, he found that his body seemed to be suppressed and could not move at all. It was not a powerless immobility, but someone suppressed him and made him unable to move.

Ghost press, Song Hongli first thought of this word, he stared nervously around the room, but saw that the lamp he had lit was going out little by little.

From the living room...to the wall lamps in the corridor, to the table lamps and headlights in my room...when the room is plunged into darkness.

Song Hongli opened his eyes wide and watched in horror as the other side of the double bed slowly bulged, pushing the quilt out of the shape of another person.

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