All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the silent silence, the little shadow slowly took a step forward and walked under the moonlight.

With the dim and icy moonlight, Yang Xuming finally barely saw the rudiment of that dark shadow.

It is indeed a child.

He is about one meter tall, and his small stature seems very fragile.

However, when he saw the other party clearly, Yang Xuming in the cabinet felt uncomfortable.

A rotten body...

Yes, it was a rotting corpse.

It's not a pale ghost, or a cute little girl.

Only a rotting corpse came into the room.

Under the dim moonlight, this little corpse was moving in the room.

Its left foot has completely rotted, revealing its bones.

But there was still some rotten meat hanging on this left foot. As the little girl moved, the rotten meat hanging on the bones could not drag to the ground.

Its right foot, while maintaining the appearance of the leg, is not too bad.

The little girl's upper body is crooked.

One of its shoulders and half of its chest cavity had rotted away, and the clothes it was wearing had turned into rotten rags, exposing several ribs inside.

As for the little girl's hands, it was even more miserable.

That seems to be where the meat rot first started.

The flesh on the entire palm was gone, and the exposed bones appeared a disgusting black in the moonlight.

This degree of decay continued until its arms, almost the meat on both forearms was rotten, leaving only bare bones, and only a little bit of rotten meat hanging on the arms.

And the two palms that attracted Yang Xuming's attention.

Only tiny bones remained in the small palms, but these phalanges were all distorted and deformed.

It seems that he suffered violence during his lifetime.

Seeing the ten twisted finger bones, Yang Xuming thought of the picture he saw in the coffin.

A little girl was crying, desperately scratching the coffin with her fingers, trying to get out, but all ten fingers were dripping with blood, and no one came to save her...

Yang Xuming was silent, staring at this little corpse.

The dim light made Yang Xuming unable to see its head.

But the body looks like this, I guess the head is also terrifying...

The stench in the air became more intense as the opponent entered the room.

It seems that Yang Xuming has returned to the closed coffin again.

But this little corpse did not come to the cabinet.

It stood at the door and looked at it, and it seemed to spot the desk that Yang Xuming had overturned.

Then, the little corpse tilted his head, looked in that direction, and stayed for a while before dragging the rotten flesh slowly toward the window.

The small footsteps were light and fluttering, but every click made Yang Xuming flustered.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps moved away from Yang Xuming.

In the direction of the window, there was the sound of moving tables and chairs.

That corpse is moving that desk?

Yang Xuming's heart moved slightly.

But he still didn't dare to move. Through the gap in the cabinet door, he could only see the direction of the door, not the scene beside him.

I don't even know what that little corpse is doing.

I could only hear the sound of the table moving on the floor, and all of a sudden, it seemed that the body was moving very slowly.

It wasn't until a few minutes later that the sound of moving the table stopped.

Then, the sound of footsteps continued.

Begin to approach in this direction of Yang Xuming.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming was slightly startled-did you find me?

He subconsciously glanced at the red candle in his hand, but the red candle did not burn, it seemed that everything was normal.

But outside the cabinet, footsteps were still slowly approaching.

As the footsteps approached, the stench in the air became more and more intense.

Finally, the footsteps stopped.

Stopped near Yang Xuming.

In the dimly lit room, he suddenly fell into a weird silence.

In the cabinet, Yang Xuming was tight and closed his breath subconsciously.

Even if he didn't need to look at it, he knew that the little corpse was standing outside the cabinet door!

It might even be separated from him by a thin cabinet door!

He didn't know if the other party had actually spotted him, but at such a close distance, he didn't dare to breathe at all, for fear that his breathing would expose his existence.

Just when Yang Xuming's face was flushed and he was about to be unable to hold it back, the sound of footsteps finally continued.

The little corpse swayed and appeared in front of the cabinet door.

But it just passed by, without even looking at the cabinet, and walked straight away.

It seems that Yang Xuming has not been found.

However, the moment the corpse passed the cabinet door, Yang Xuming finally clearly saw the corpse's head.

It was a completely decomposed face, dry skin, tightly pressed against the skull.

After losing moisture, the human skin shrank and formed folds one after another, which looked like dried orange peels.

In the dark eye sockets, there is no eyelid protection, the eyes are completely exposed to the air, and they seem to fall off at any time.

This disgusting and terrifying picture made Yang Xuming's throat itchy.

Want to vomit.

But he dared not make any extra moves.

He stared outside, listening to the sound of footsteps walking around the room, and even walked into the empty room with corn kernels in the back, seeming to be looking for something.

Finally, the small corpse appeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision again.

It swayed around the room and seemed to find nothing.

Finally, this little corpse walked to the bedroom door with a sway, turned his back to Yang Xuming, and reached out to pull the door.

left.

As the door slowly closed, the little corpse disappeared from Yang Xuming's vision.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The stench in the air seemed to fade.

And in this bedroom, the strange and silent silence was restored again.

Then…

"Let me grow up for three thousand years, wandering in the world..."

A sudden cell phone ringing rang in Yang Xuming's pocket. He trembled with fright. He quickly took out the cell phone in his pocket and pressed the phone madly.

He dare to swear, this is definitely the fastest time in his life to hang up the phone!

The moment the phone rang, he was so scared that his soul flew away.

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xuming's eyes stared at the direction of the door, his muscles tense.

After a long time, Yang Xuming breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the ghost hasn't come back?

After feeling relaxed and squeezing the phone in his hand, Yang Xuming suddenly realized something strange.

—Didn’t the mobile phone have been thrown outside the red house? Why is it in his pocket?

In the narrow and closed cabinet, Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds, then opened the phone cautiously.

He found that although the ringtone that rang just now was an incoming call, he did not miss a call at all.

What appeared in front of Yang Xuming was just an unread text message.

—Why haven’t you come back? Did you go to find Xiaozi?

The sender is still a bunch of garbled characters.

The moment Yang Xuming saw this text message, Yang Xuming was dull.

This...what should I do next?

This text message, to reply or not to reply?

He felt that he was standing at the crossroads of fate.