The host wants to be human today

Chapter 888 Telling My Identity I Scared You To Death 1
On a rainy night, the sky was extremely dark, and the moon was covered by dark clouds, as if the whole world was swallowed by darkness.

In a villa in the forest.

A few seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys rushed in with flashlights, and could not help complaining while wiping the wet hair and body with towels.

"What the hell is this weather? The weather forecast says it will be sunny today, can you be more accurate?"

"Fortunately, we have prepared a flashlight, otherwise it would be so dark that we wouldn't even be able to find our way."

"Hey? Don't you guys think that this weather is more suitable for haunted houses?"

"Oh yes, check to see if the bag is wet. Are those tools useless if they get wet?"

"...Don't tell me that you guys are going to continue to summon that pen fairy. Damn, buddies, are you really not afraid? It's already evil to come to this place, okay?!"

Seeing that everyone was taking it for granted, the boy collapsed for a moment, then turned to look for the people around him.

"Brother Zhao, brother, stop them quickly, this thing is so evil, what if it is really summoned?"

Hearing the noise in his ears, Song Lizhao frowned slightly, feeling a little annoyed.

He lowered his eyes and casually wiped his hair with a towel, his dark eyes were somewhat casual.

"Isn't it just for this thing today? If you are afraid, hide."

The people behind followed suit.

"That's right. If you're afraid, hide away. Didn't we agree to try this today?"

"Old Yu, tell me who is wrong to ask? Is our Young Master Song a timid person?"

Yu Wenfei felt like crying when he heard the words, but he didn't dare to leave alone in such a place, so he hugged the boy tightly.

"Brother, can I call you dad? Don't abandon me."

Feeling his arms being hugged, Song Lizhao snorted lightly.

"Can you have something to do?"

The boy shook his head silently, as much as he could.

"Brother Zhao, I'm really afraid of this thing. Don't you know that the end of the world is metaphysics? Maybe, maybe those things really exist?"

The young man snorted softly, and didn't bother to care about him. He put the towel aside and raised his eyes to look at the others.

"Go and see if the lights in the villa can be turned on?"

A boy sighed, fumbled away with a flashlight, and the rest of the people counted the things they brought over.

Song Lizhao leaned against the edge of the window, casually took out the lighter from his pocket, and flicked it lightly with his snow-white fingertips.

Under the bright firelight, the boy's handsome face was looming.

He looked about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a black hooded sweater. His short hair was wiped casually because of the rain. Exquisite eyebrows.

He lowered his eyes slightly, his slender eyelashes blocked the expression in his eyes, his thin lips were slightly pursed, full of youthful feeling.

It looks wild and wanton.

A group of people are rich second-generation, with prominent families, and they have just entered university. They are idle and do nothing every day, and they like looking for excitement.

I heard that this villa is a famous haunted house. A group of people don’t believe in evil, so they are thinking about when to try it. In addition, there is a method of summoning a pen fairy that is very popular on the Internet recently. Several people discussed it and decided to try it together. .

Originally, there was no class this afternoon, but it was far away, and it started to rain halfway. By the time everyone arrived in the suburbs, it was already evening.

The people beside him heard the crisp sound of the lighter, couldn't help but look this way, and then muttered.

"Brother Zhao, why do you always carry a lighter with you?"

(End of this chapter)