"I don't want to listen. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. You boys are the worst." Song Qianxia pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

"Haha, you know? Then tell me, what do I want to tell you?" Liu Boyang found that it was really interesting to tease this little girl, and continued to ask with a smile.

"Isn't it a ghost story? Humph, you want to scare me? Tell you, I'm not afraid. Don't think you can scare me with ghosts." Song Qianxia said angrily. She said she was not afraid, but her petite body had long shrunk to

She was in a ball, and she was obviously frightened when the word ghost was mentioned.

"Oh? Aren't you afraid? Aren't you afraid that you will be scared like that when watching horror movies?" Liu Boyang asked with a smile.

"Hmph, those are two different things. Anyway, I won't be scared by you, so don't waste your time," Song Qianxia said harshly.

"Really? Are you really not afraid of ghosts?" Liu Boyang asked again

"Just not afraid"

"That's great. Just like you, the protagonist in my story is also a guy who is not afraid of ghosts and does not believe in evil. Speaking of the past..." Liu Boyang started talking as he spoke.

"Go to hell... If you keep talking, I will ignore you..." Song Qianxia heard that this guy's words were wrong, and hurriedly turned around and gave him a hard push, only to find that the guy was looking at him with a smirk on his face.

He blushed and said unhappily: "Don't talk about it."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"You..." Song Qianxia puffed up her cheeks angrily at him and said dissatisfied: "You can hum whatever you want, but I'm going to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow." Song Qianxia was almost driven crazy with anger and anger.

He turned around and continued to face Liu Boyang, angrily closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

"In the past, there was a group of people who were all like you, saying that they were not afraid of ghosts, so they quarreled fiercely among themselves. Why? Because they didn't obey anyone, and they all thought that they were the group of people.

The most daring among them finally had no choice but to agree to go to a deserted cemetery in the suburbs together in the middle of the night. Everyone would take turns telling ghost stories all night long to see who could survive to the end. Liu Boyang deliberately used that kind of underhanded test.

The voice narrates vividly

"Hmph." Song Qianxia over there hummed twice, indicating that she was not scared, but the quilt on her body was wrapped tightly.

"A group of people did what they said. At night, they actually came to the cemetery on the outskirts. They were shirtless, each drank a few bottles of soju, and started telling ghost stories in turn. You know that cemetery used to be a mess of graves.

, I don’t know how many people died, there were crows all around, and there were scattered will-o’-the-wisps in the distance, but I have to admit that those guys were really courageous, and they didn’t take these things seriously and continued to do it.

There were pretending to be calm and telling ghost stories. Of course, a few people were actually scared in their hearts, but they didn't say it out of fear of face, but suddenly..." At this point, Liu Boyang paused deliberately.

Song Qianxia, ​​who was under the quilt, almost had her little head retracted into the quilt. Her petite body was already shaking a little, but she still refused to admit defeat. She hummed twice to show that she was not afraid.

"Suddenly, one of the men took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and then started smoking. However, the strange thing was that from then on, and throughout the rest of the night, he did not say anything.

Just one sentence..." Liu Boyang narrated leisurely

Song Qianxia, ​​whose little head had completely retracted into the quilt, heard Liu Boyang suddenly stop talking. She no longer cared about what she had just said not to listen to his ghost stories. Unable to suppress the curiosity and anxiety in her heart, she turned around and asked

Said: "Why is this? Why doesn't he speak?"

"Listen to me. After almost everyone in the group told a few ghost stories, it soon dawned. At this time, someone discovered that the smoking guy was very unnatural. He didn't do anything for the whole second half of the night.

He is talking, and the cigarette in his hand has been smoking for most of the day. He has finished smoking it long ago. Now only half a cigarette butt is left in his hand, but he is still smoking without noticing."

"So someone asked him: Hey, what's wrong with you? Were you scared to mute last night? Why didn't you say anything? Haha, I knew you were the most timid."

"But the man suddenly raised his head, and people discovered that his face had long turned pale and blue, without a trace of blood. He could only hear his dull tongue saying: Let me tell you..."

A note to readers:
Chapter completed!