All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the darkness, Yang Xuming almost jumped up when he heard the sound of breathing around him.

But at the last moment, he abruptly held back.

He didn't know what the consequences would be if he jumped up now.

But "The Record of Life and Death" makes it very clear that only after hearing the screams can you remove the blindfolds and join them.

Now is not the time at all!

The muscles of Yang Xuming's whole body were already tight.

He stood there stiffly, not daring to move, like a stiff wooden figure.

And the breathing around him still sounded slowly.

It seems that there is a person standing within a short distance of him?

Yang Xuming's body surface felt a cold chill.

But he desperately suppressed the fear in his heart, forcing himself to stand there, motionless.

The fingers holding the willow branches are already in pain.

Yang Xuming remained motionless and did not dare to make any noise.

Finally, the breathing gradually disappeared.

Then, away from Yang Xuming.

It seems that the other party has already left?

But Yang Xuming still didn't dare to act rashly, even his breathing was slowing down and slowing down.

In the darkness, a kind of sound gradually sounded.

It seemed that something was rubbing the floor.

That thing seems to be crawling on the ground?

Yang Xuming listened hard, and clearly heard the thing crawling in the room.

And, seems to have climbed to the ceiling?

A strange friction sound began to approach him from the ceiling.

Finally, the friction stopped on Yang Xuming's head.

Stopped again.

That ghost, lying on top of his head?

Yang Xuming stood stiff, motionless.

With the previous experience, this time he calmed down a lot.

Although he clearly knew that the thing was lying on top of his head, Yang Xuming was still able to slow his breathing as much as possible.

Then, he felt some kind of slime dripping on top of his head.

The mucus slowly slipped from Yang Xuming's face along his forehead.

What Yang Xuming's nose smelled was a weird, foul...bloody smell?

Is that thing dripping blood?

Do ghosts have blood too?

Yang Xuming thought and waited.

After a while, the thing began to crawl.

Started to climb down the wall.

And Yang Xuming stood directly below it.

Hearing the weird rubbing sound slowly approaching him, Yang Xuming's heart sank slightly-if this thing falls on him, what will happen?

And why does this thing keep hovering around here?

There are four corners in the room. Why does it keep staring at the southwest corner here?

Did it perceive something?

Yang Xuming waited stiffly, waiting for the thing to fall.

However, just as the weird friction sound slowly climbed down from the ceiling, and was about to climb above his head, a dull muffled sound suddenly came from the direction of the bedroom.

Bang bang bang-bang bang bang-

The muffled sound seemed to be something outside patted the window of Yang Xuming's bedroom?

Although the sound is not loud, it is extremely harsh in this quiet night.

Yang Xuming immediately remembered the **** handprints left on the window before.

The ghost outside the window is also here? The ghost outside is flapping the window?

As soon as Yang Xuming thought of this, the rubbing of the cloth on his head quickly disappeared.

Then there was a muffled noise in the living room, and something seemed to jump off the ceiling.

Immediately afterwards, the dull footsteps sounded again.

The ghost in the house rushed towards Yang Xuming's bedroom!

It is so impatient, is it afraid that the ghost outside the window will start first?

Or is it afraid that "Yang Xuming" in the bedroom would be awakened by this sound?

Yang Xuming stood in the corner, thinking about this.

The sound of footsteps in the room quickly rushed into the bedroom.

Then, Yang Xuming heard a muffled noise from his bed in the bedroom.

Something seemed to jump directly on it.

Hearing this voice, Yang Xuming's heart jumped slightly.

If it was him who was lying in bed tonight, what would be the result?

As soon as this question came up, Yang Xuming knew the answer.

Tear--Tear--Tear--Tear--

In the bedroom, there was a piercing sound of tearing cloth.

There seems to be a manic monster frantically tearing Yang Xuming's sheets.

The terrible sound made Yang Xuming a chill.

If he lay in bed and a ghost came in, would he be alive to pieces?

But he obviously wasn't lying on the bed, why did that ghost tear the quilt?

Or is it tearing the clothes he left in the quilt?

Yang Xuming thought about various possibilities, and found that the sound of tearing the cloth quickly disappeared.

There was silence in the bedroom for a few seconds, and then the slow footsteps began to walk into the living room.

It seems that the other party also discovered that the quilt was not Yang Xuming at all?

Yang Xuming squeezed the willow twigs expressionlessly and slowed his breathing.

Waiting for the arrival of the other party.

But this time, the slow footsteps did not come towards Yang Xuming.

That voice walked slowly around the room, and then it was a while away, seeming to be checking the room?

But the living room was emptied by Yang Xuming a long time ago. There was nothing but a pair of red embroidered shoes in the middle of the living room.

Nothing can be found in that thing.

Expressionless, Yang Xuming squeezed the willow branches tightly.

Because he clearly heard the footsteps wandering around the room two times, he seemed to be sure that there was nothing in the living room, so he ran directly into the middle of the room.

The other party saw embroidered shoes!

The next second, a sad scream pierced the tranquility in the darkness.

Yang Xuming tore off the red blindfold and rushed out directly.

The cold moonlight illuminated the other half of the living room miserably.

And in the very center of the living room, there was a weird dark figure lying on his stomach.

The thing was like a cartilaginous fish, with its limbs twisted, and it seemed that it had been treated very cruelly during its lifetime.

In the dim light, Yang Xuming couldn't see the appearance of the shadow.

But the other party's feet are wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes!

The shoes that thing put on!

Yang Xuming rushed directly.

And the moment Yang Xuming pulled off the red cloth covering his eyes and saw the dark shadow clearly, the dark shadow also saw Yang Xuming at the same time.

In the darkness, a gloomy chill permeated.

The red candle in Yang Xuming's hand instantly exploded, and the dazzling yellow candle light dimmed everything.

When Yang Xuming waved the thick willow branches and smashed the black shadow on the floor fiercely, the red candlelight in Yang Xuming's other hand also illuminated the thing's face.

The scream pierced the darkness.

Yang Xuming clearly saw an ugly old face covered with blood.

This is a hideous old woman!