All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The black coffin exuding a strong rancid smell stood silently in the darkness.

Standing at the door, Yang Xuming didn't even dare to go in for a while.

He could clearly feel that the rancid smell from this coffin was getting stronger and stronger.

It seems that something is waking up.

The cold moonlight came in through the glassless window, adding a little light to the room.

And the black coffin placed in the center of the room looked extremely gloomy in this gloomy environment, giving people a strong hint.

It seems that there is really a corpse lying inside...

But the police came from this place, right?

The restaurant aunt said that the police searched the red house.

If there were any corpses in this coffin, they should have been taken away long ago.

So what will be in the coffin?

It emits such a strong stench...

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, and finally took a deep breath and stepped into the room.

Open the coffin!

He gritted his teeth fiercely.

Even if there is really a ghost lying in it, he must not shrink back here.

This is the last clue. The red embroidered shoes are almost always inside.

"The Record of Life and Death" said that his probability of survival is not zero.

Even if there is really a ghost inside, he still has a red candle in his hand.

With the protection of the red candle, he can at least escape the house in time, right?

Big deal, jump directly from the second floor!

Thinking about this, Yang Xuming came directly to the coffin.

He walked around the coffin and after making sure that there was nothing around him, he took a deep breath and put away the flashlight.

Standing at one end of the coffin, holding a red candle in his left hand, Yang Xuming placed his right hand on the lid of the coffin.

Then began to push the coffin lid hard.

But the lid of the coffin was unexpectedly heavy, and Yang Xuming couldn't move it with one hand.

He hesitated for a moment, put down the red candle, and directly placed the red candle in the southeast corner of the coffin.

Then Yang Xuming bowed to this red candle.

"Plum, plum, it's impossible for you to watch me die... If I really want to die, I would rather die in your hands."

Yang Xuming muttered a whisper, and then stood up.

Then, he put both hands on the lid of the coffin and pushed forward hard!

In the darkness, there was a heavy muffled noise.

Yang Xuming finally pushed the black coffin lid.

But he did not stop and continued to push forward.

Yang Xuming didn't stop until the coffin lid was pushed a certain distance and the contents inside could be seen.

At this time, the rancid smell in the air was so strong that it was as if the carcass of an animal that had decomposed for three days and nights was thrown in front of Yang Xuming's eyes.

It seems that after the coffin lid was pushed open, all the smell in the coffin came out.

Yang Xuming took a few steps back with a sullen face, and only felt a little better after covering his nose.

But even so, there was still no movement in the coffin.

The red candle placed in the corner of the coffin also did not burn.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming felt a little calmer.

He took out the flashlight and slowly approached the coffin.

The light of the flashlight shone into the dark coffin.

Then, what appeared in front of Yang Xuming was just an empty coffin.

No corpses, no embroidered shoes.

There is nothing in it.

This situation made Yang Xuming a little confused.

To be honest, even if there is a corpse wearing embroidered shoes inside, or something weird and terrifying is thrown out of it, but the coffin is empty. Where can he find embroidered shoes?

This is the last room.

Moreover, there is nothing in this coffin empty. Where did the increasingly strong rancid smell come from?

Could it be the smell of the coffin itself?

impossible…

Yang Xuming hesitated for a moment, and got closer to the coffin.

But he chose to hold the red candle with his left hand and put it in for a test. After confirming that there was no response, he poke his head in.

Inside the coffin, the smell of rotting corpses became stronger and stronger.

Yang Xuming was almost so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes.

This time, he finally discovered what was wrong with the coffin.

Although it looks empty on the outside, when you look closer, you can find a shallow shadow on the bottom of the coffin.

It seems that something black is smearing on the bottom of the coffin, and it seems that a puddle of water has dried up here.

After the flashlight light passed, Yang Xuming found that the shadow of the beach was the embryonic form of a child.

And it's a very young child...

There was a child lying in this coffin? Left such a trace?

Judging by this figure, it should be that sister, right?

But what is she lying in the coffin for?

Yang Xuming was a little strange.

The next second, the red candle in his hand burst into flames.

Yang Xuming was startled and shrank back subconsciously.

But it was too late.

In the darkness, a black shadow with its head down appeared silently behind him.

When Yang Xuming wanted to retreat, the shadow quickly squatted down and raised Yang Xuming's feet, and then pushed hard.

Yang Xuming was directly pushed into the coffin, and the whole person fell into the coffin.

The force was so great that Yang Xuming hadn't reacted yet, his head had already hit the inside of the coffin, making a dull muffled noise.

Then, with a dull muffled sound, the lid of the coffin was closed.

The coffin lid that Yang Xuming, a strong man of 1.8 meters tall, had to push hard with both hands, was easily closed by the opponent.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming was a little confused.

He subconsciously covered his head, looked at the completely closed coffin lid in front of him with a look of astonishment, and didn't react.

—This pushed him here?

Damn it? Who did wicked things?

Yang Xuming was frightened and angry.

The red candle in his hand had been extinguished by him in the chaos just now.

This time, the red candle did not continue to burn.

It seems that the malice against Yang Xuming has disappeared.

The outside of the coffin was so quiet that needles fell, and no sound was heard.

But Yang Xuming knew that the dark shadow was almost always the one who pitted him outside.

But when did that guy enter this room? Why is there no sound at all?

Yang Xuming lay inside the coffin with a look of entanglement.

He was regretting his carelessness, and at the same time, he was thinking about the intention of this shadow.

Since he was able to attack him from behind, it didn't hurt him, but pushed him into this coffin.

Could it be that the black shadow actually has no ability to hurt people, so he hopes to suffocate Yang Xuming with the coffin?

Yang Xuming put his hands on the lid of the coffin and pushed hard.

boom-

With a muffled sound, the moment the coffin lid was pushed up, a huge force slammed on it, and the heavy coffin lid was still tightly closed.

Yang Xuming lying in the coffin was speechless.

It's already certain, this shadow just wants to smother him!