Chapter 301 Chapter 301 Dad, Open the Door! Thirteen More!

In Zhao Hongmei's eyes, Song Zhongsheng looked like a lover's heart, but in Zhao's father's eyes, he stumbled and fell to the ground as if he was frightened by a real evil spirit, especially when his daughter betrayed him, Zhao's father was even more horrified. , there were bursts of blackness in front of him, and he was so frightened that he was afraid that this evil ghost would kill him directly. No one was not afraid of death, and Father Zhao was no exception.

Moreover, Zhao's mother's lessons made Zhao's father almost crazy: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

Song Zhongsheng glanced at Zhao's father, then touched Zhao Hongmei's head and said, "Hongmei, when I look at my father, it looks like he is sick, or I will help him into the room first!"

Zhao Hongmei hurriedly said: "I think so too, Song Lang, I'll help you!" After speaking, Zhao Hongmei quickly explained to Zhao's father: "Dad, Song Lang is really a good ghost, he is your son-in-law, no one will harm anyone. yours!"

Father Zhao was terrified at the moment, he didn't listen to Zhao Hongmei's words at all, he only said 'don't kill me'.

When the two helped Zhao's father into the room, Zhao Hongmei said with a worried look: "Is there really nothing wrong with my father?"

"Our dad is definitely fine. If Dad doesn't get better at night, I'll take him to the hospital first!" Song Zhongsheng glanced at the closed door, lowered his head and pretended to be concerned and said to Zhao Hongmei.

"Song Lang, you are so kind!" Zhao Hongmei was moved!

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhao Hongmei was still a little worried about Father Zhao, but was stopped by Song Zhongsheng, Song Zhongsheng said thoughtfully: "Hongmei, go to bed first, Dad, I'll take a look over there, if Dad isn't well, I'll take Dad there. Hospital!"

Zhao Hongmei nodded, and after a while, Song Zhongsheng came back after seeing the person: "Hongmei, Dad is fine, go to sleep!"

Zhao Hongmei was relieved, she didn't care anymore, she closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Twelve o'clock in the morning, clang! Clang! The sound of the door has been ringing outside the door, and Father Zhao heard the sound outside, trembling all over and squeezing all the heavy things inside the door.

Thinking that the Specter was still there and that the door kept ringing, Father Zhao, a middle-aged adult sitting on the ground, was frightened and started crying.

Why did he believe that liar named Li in the first place? Why? Why didn't he believe in that real Celestial Master!

The more Father Zhao thought about it, the more he regretted it, and he became more and more frightened when he heard the creepy voice outside.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Song Zhongsheng's voice came from outside the door, but it was a few hundred times more gloomy than his voice during the day: "Dad, I'm Zhongsheng, open the door!"

Father Zhao couldn't help shivering, and his face was pale with fright.

Soon Song Zhongsheng's voice sounded outside the door again: "Dad, I'm Zhongsheng, your son-in-law, why haven't you opened the door yet?"

The Specter outside the door never heard Father Zhao's voice. The sound of smashing the door became louder and fiercer. Seeing that the door was almost smashed by the Specter, Father Zhao's heart twitched in fright, and his whole body was numb. The follower fished out of the water, staggering his feet, but unfortunately the room was so big, and he had no way to retreat.

At this moment, Father Zhao wanted to open the window and jump straight down, but the window was blocked for some reason, and he took out his mobile phone with shaking hands, but the mobile phone could not even be turned on at the moment.

Father Zhao became more and more desperate and frightened.

At this moment, Song Zhongsheng's voice sounded again, and the tone was not very good: "Dad, I will say it for the last time, if you don't open the door again, don't blame my son-in-law for being cruel!"

Speaking of which, Song Zhongsheng squeaked and laughed, and the laugh was creepy. It didn't take long for the sound of sawing wood, and when Father Zhao reacted, the door had been sawed with a big hole by the ghost.

I saw an extremely ugly head covered with blood, covered with moss and pus, and got in through the doorway, with a lumber saw in his hand, buzzing still, with a look of horror on his face. Desperate, desperate and almost breathless, Father Zhao smiled gloomily

: "Dad, I finally see you!"