All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

You MMP!

Yang Xuming's heart sank suddenly when he saw the face of the smiling old man in the photo.

Has his face turned into that old man?

What is this special situation?

Yang Xuming quickly reached out and touched his face.

Fortunately, everything is normal and no wrinkles are felt.

It is still his face.

But in the phone selfie photo, his face is indeed the face of the old man with a sly smile.

Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds and deleted the photo.

Then, he took several selfies from different angles.

In every photo, his face became the face of the old man with a sly smile.

What kind of situation is this...

Yang Xuming hesitated for a while, and finally went to the bathroom.

The broken mirror in the bathroom was changed when the door was repaired earlier.

When Yang Xuming walked in and turned on the light, he looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, a pale face was reflected.

The sunken eye sockets seemed to have not rested for a long time.

But this is Yang Xuming's own face, not the face of an old man with a sly smile.

So where is the problem?

Why is it the old man’s face taking selfies on mobile phones, and everything is normal again when looking in the mirror?

Yang Xuming stood in front of the mirror and touched his forehead blankly, everything went as usual.

Something is wrong...

It's not right.

In Yang Xuming's heart, that uneasy panic became stronger and stronger.

He felt that some danger was about to grab him.

But he was completely defenseless against the unknown danger.

In other words, unconsciously.

He didn't even know what was wrong.

The red candle did not burn, the plum did not react, everything looked normal.

Could this ghost kill himself under Li Zi's nose?

Yang Xuming touched his forehead again, a little panicked.

He intends to leave the bathroom.

Since the last time I asked a ghost in the bathroom, Yang Xuming always felt that the bathroom was gloomy.

Especially the mirror in front of him gave him a very unreliable feeling.

Usually Yang Xuming doesn't dare to look in the mirror more, let alone this time.

Although everything is as usual for him in the mirror, he always feels that the person in the mirror will rush out to attack him.

Yang Xuming took two steps back, turned off the light, and prepared to leave.

Snapped-

The light went out.

In the darkened bathroom, the mirror reflected a dim room.

Yang Xuming stood on the edge of the mirror, his face stiff.

He in the mirror, everything is as usual.

But behind him, there stood an old man with a sly smile.

The old man was holding a sharp sickle for farm work.

The blade was resting silently on Yang Xuming's neck.

It seems that as long as it cuts hard, it can easily cut Yang Xuming's neck.

Cold sweat began to drip down Yang Xuming's forehead.

He stood there stiffly, not daring to move.

Eyes, staring at the slyly smiling old man in the mirror.

The old man in the mirror also smiled weirdly and looked at him directly.

It seems that the old man already knew that he was seen by Yang Xuming.

But it didn't have any intention to leave, it just stood there, smiling slyly, motionless.

The stalemate is the only thing Yang Xuming can do now.

He didn't dare to act rashly at all.

Although in reality there was no old man standing behind him, at least he didn't have a sharp sickle across his neck.

But the picture reflected in the mirror made him afraid to mess around.

He subconsciously squeezed the red candle in his hand, but found that even at this time, the red candle was normal and did not burn.

But the sickle in the old man's hand was already moving extremely slowly.

Before long, this sharp sickle will cut off Yang Xuming's head.

But Yang Xuming couldn't even predict the location of the old man.

He hesitated for a few seconds, seeing the sickle getting closer and closer to his neck.

Although he didn't see the sickle in reality, Yang Xuming already clearly felt the sharp cold light close to the skin.

There was a thin layer of goose bumps on his neck.

"Xiaozi!!"

Yang Xuming yelled suddenly.

A pair of pale hands suddenly emerged from Yang Xuming's pocket.

But these two hands shook in the dim bathroom, as if no enemy was found, they slowly retracted like this.

In the mirror, the smile on the old man's face became brighter.

The sickle in its hand has been attached to Yang Xuming's skin.

Yang Xuming's neck already felt the sensation of being pressed tightly by the blade.

He took a step back quickly, but found that the sickle and the old man seemed to be stuck to him, backing the same distance in step with him.

Yang Xuming's back was already attached to the wall, but the smiling old man in the mirror was still standing behind him, and the sharp sickle was still resting on his neck.

It seems that the world in the mirror is a bit wider than the bathroom in reality.

Yang Xuming stood tightly against the wall, the skin on his neck has been separated a little.

Drips of scarlet blood spilled out.

Yang Xuming's neck is very shallow, like a cut cut by a blade of grass.

But Yang Xuming knew that as the sickle in the mirror moved slowly, the wound on his neck would get deeper and deeper!

Finally, cut off his trachea and cut off his head!

What's wrong in the end!

Yang Xuming was almost crazy.

In his own home, under the scrutiny of Xiao Zi and Li Zi, two big ghosts, this old man can actually do it unscrupulously?

And didn't Xiao Zi and Li Zi notice it?

wrong!

Yang Xuming suddenly realized something.

If Xiao Zi and Li Zi didn't find it, then it proves one thing.

That is, there is no such old man in his room.

Even if Xiao Zi is not strong, but Li Zi is definitely not weaker than this old man.

Even if Li Zi didn't find this old man, that can only prove one thing.

—There are no old people in this house!

That old man is not in the house!

Yang Xuming looked in the mirror abruptly.

In the mirror in front of him, the bathroom he was in was dark and dark, but each was more spacious than the actual bathroom.

Although because of the light, the room in the mirror is almost dark.

But if you identify it carefully, you can be sure that it is not his bathroom at all that is greeted in the mirror!

Even the corner of the corridor outside the door is different from the corridor in his reality.

He in the mirror, standing in another strange room!

The old man did not appear in this room at all.

Yang Xuming closed his eyes abruptly, and desperately rushed out of the bathroom, rushing to a blind spot that the mirror couldn't see.

He lay down on the corridor and waited nervously for a while.

But Yang Xuming waited for a long time, and the wound on his neck didn't deepen, but left a shallow, thin wound that seemed to be separated by a blade of grass.

Even the skin was not completely cut, only a little bloodshot.

Yang Xuming was silent.

That old man, what is going on...

PS: I will have it later, and I recommend the new book "Love, Heroes and Magician" by my senior sister.

Introduction:

I came into this world and only did three things

Eliminate Gaia's tyranny, the earth belongs to itself.

Win the Holy Grail War and realize human relief.

Unify the whole world and move towards the sea of ​​stars.

Other trivial things like going in and out of the root cause, colluding with Zhuyue, reorganizing the clock tower, and destroying the church are not worth mentioning, and I am ashamed. thank you all.