All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The taxi drove silently into such darkness.

But even here, there are still street lights.

Although both sides of the road are desolate, after far from the tenth middle school, the road began to be bumpy.

But there are still street lights on this road.

And as the taxi started to go downhill, Yang Xuming could see a brightly lit urban area under the mountain in the distance.

There is the most prosperous city center in Liupanshui, near the People's Square.

From here, the straight-line distance is about less than two kilometers.

Yang Xuming can still feel the traces of human cities.

Only after the taxi turned into a dark road on the right, everything changed.

Yang Xuming and the others were completely far away from the lights of the city.

On the road ahead, it was pitch black and no light could be seen.

There are no street lights, no residential buildings, and even the sidewalks on both sides of the road have not been paved.

The weeds growing on both sides of the road were shaking in the night wind, making a rustling sound, which was inexplicably gloomy.

The taxi lights can barely illuminate a small area in front of them.

As the road began to climb, the road became more and more desolate.

This dark path wraps around the edge of Phoenix Mountain and crawls towards the top of the mountain.

Yang Xuming and the others are getting farther and farther away from the lights of the city.

Finally, the taxi stopped next to a tall building.

The newly constructed customs building stood swarthy in the dark, like a behemoth that devours living people.

The driver swallowed and said, "Here...the place."

Yang Xuming looked out the window with a flashlight, and he did see the words "Customs" on the building.

He took out twenty yuan and handed it to the driver.

"Thanks, Master."

After speaking, Yang Xuming pushed the door and got out of the car.

Standing on the side of the road.

After he got out of the car, the taxi immediately turned around and hurried out in the direction it came.

At that speed, Yang Xuming was a little confused.

"Is this master a drag racing party..."

As the taxi left, the last bit of light on the road completely disappeared.

The boundless darkness drowned Yang Xuming.

The lights of the city in the distance are as far away as if they are in another world.

The place he was in was desolate and deserted, and no humans could be seen.

Yang Xuming knew that this was his destination tonight.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuming took out a flashlight from his handbag.

Raising the flashlight, Yang Xuming did not stop outside the building, but continued to walk upward along the climbing road.

The requirement of "The Record of Life and Death" is to let him find a three-way road.

He can only keep going up.

This is a road that has not been built yet.

Asphalt has not been paved on some potholes.

The rough stones are completely exposed to the air.

Yang Xuming's shoes stepped on it, and felt a little pain in the soles of his feet.

And the more you go up, the more desolate you are.

On both sides of the road are piles of untreated stones and debris, piles of these debris on the side of the road, shadows and shadows, like pitch-black tombstones erected in the dark.

And Yang Xuming, walking alone on this dark road, seemed like a stranger to death silently.

No light can be seen ahead.

When the cold night wind blew, Yang Xuming shrank his neck.

a little cold.

On the road on the edge of the city, only the newly built customs building and the environmental protection bureau building stood in the dark.

I don't know why these two departments chose the office address in the corner of this kind of city.

Going further, it is really a completely barren mountain.

You can't even see the fields on both sides of the road, and you can only see the clumps of weeds when the flashlight's light sweeps over.

The more Yang Xuming climbed up, he found that the night wind was stronger.

It seems to have climbed to the top of the mountain.

Finally, he reached the end of the road.

Here is a three-way intersection that has not yet been built.

The roads on the left and right each lead in different directions.

But the roads on both sides are the same as the road at Yang Xuming's feet, and have not been built yet.

The cold wind at night is already fierce here.

The howling wind sounded like the cry of a ghost, stern and terrifying.

Yang Xuming stood at this three-way intersection and looked around.

In the middle of the road, there are jagged rocks.

On both sides of the road, apart from the overgrown weeds, there are only some garbage left by the construction workers.

Here, desolate and dead.

Only in the middle of the fork is there a dark red area.

Yang Xuming's flashlight shone over and found that it was the color of blood.

It seems that a corpse once lay here, draining the blood in the body.

Those blood soaked the earth red and dyed it into the color it is now.

Yang Xuming squatted beside the dark red mud and looked around, but found nothing.

After all, this is the scene of the crime, even if there are clues, it must have been discovered by the police long ago.

The only thing he found was that there were many sharp stones in the middle of the fork.

These stones are more or less stained with some blood.

Yang Xuming thought of what the taxi driver said before—that girl was stoned to death.

After thinking of this, Yang Xuming was silent.

Although he is not familiar with the girl named Wu Zi, a former classmate was stoned to death here.

And looking at the number of these stones, I don't know how many smashed before death.

Even if only to imagine the pain that the girl felt before she died, Yang Xuming felt a little numb in her scalp.

But unfortunately, for him now, melancholy and sympathy are too extravagant things.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and left the middle of the fork.

For this girl who died in a miserable state, Yang Xuming's heart was more of fear besides pity.

The meaning of "The Record of Life and Death" is obvious. The girl who died tragically has turned into a ghost, perhaps just wandering nearby.

And he needs to call out the other party.

Thinking of facing a terrible ghost who died so miserably next, Yang Xuming felt that perhaps he was the one who needed to be sympathized.

After all, things like ghosts seem to get worse the worse they die, right?

This girl died so miserably, how terrible is the ghost she became...

In the darkness, Yang Xuming walked to the side of Sancha Road and sat down directly on the floor.

This place is the leeward, there is almost no wind, it is a good place for ceremonies.

Taking out three candles from the handbag, Yang Xuming placed the three candles in front of him.

Then, he took out the two empty bowls and placed them on the right.

Finally, he took out the lunch box he bought, opened the disposable lunch box, and poured the rice into one of the empty bowls.

As for the remaining white rice, Yang Xuming walked away and threw it away for some reason.

Did not stay with me.

Finally, he sat at the dark and deserted intersection, took out the phone with expressionless expression, and began to wait for the arrival of one o'clock in the morning.

Everything is ready, and all that needs to be done next is to wait.

Waiting... the terrible ghost who died.