All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the darkness, the strange stalemate lasted for a long time.

Yang Xuming stood stiffly at the door of the kitchen, staring at the dark figure standing next to the sofa.

The dark shadow just lowered his head and stood there quietly, motionless.

Because the door was open, the moonlight came in, making this dark living room dim and hazy.

It was for this reason that Yang Xuming was able to spot the dark shadow for the first time.

It can be seen that this dark figure is not tall, and even a little thin from the body shape.

When it lowers its head, it looks even shorter.

However, this short black figure standing in the dark made Yang Xuming afraid to act rashly.

This thing appeared so abrupt and so weird that it almost put [Lao Tzu is a ghost] on my forehead.

Although the red candle hasn't burned for the time being, who knows what this thing is trying to do?

Just a few seconds after Yang Xuming's sight left it, it left its initial position.

If Yang Xuming had his back to it, wouldn't this guy jump on him directly?

Wait...Back to...

Yang Xuming's eyes narrowed.

He still remembered that the old man at the door just stepped back facing the house when he finished burning his things and left.

Don't the things in this room have their backs to it, they have to face them?

So that you will not be attacked?

At the door of the kitchen, Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds before taking a step forward slowly.

Stepped out of the kitchen.

The dark shadow next to the sofa still stood quietly, not moving, as if he hadn't noticed Yang Xuming's behavior.

So Yang Xuming took a few steps forward.

The shadow still didn't move.

Yang Xuming thought for a while, turned around and turned his back to the dark shadow.

Then he looked back abruptly.

In the darkness, the shadow still stood there quietly, motionless.

However, its position at this time has moved a little compared to the previous one.

really…

Yang Xuming stared at the dark shadow in front of him, and understood.

This thing only moves when it seems to be facing away from it.

If you stare at it, it doesn't seem to move at all.

This discovery calmed Yang Xuming's violently beating heart.

He breathed out slowly and took two steps forward.

In the darkness, the shadow still stood motionless beside the sofa.

Yang Xuming's left hand was firmly holding the red candle, his eyes were fixed on the black shadow's every move, and he slowly moved towards the door.

The distance between him and the shadow is getting closer and closer.

The dark shadow stood in the middle of the room, and Yang Xuming was blocked by it at the door of the kitchen.

If you want to move forward, you must pass by the dark shadow.

Yang Xuming felt his palms start to sweat.

As the distance between the two sides got closer, his heartbeat began to become more rapid.

But the dark shadow remained motionless, just standing there quietly with his back facing Yang Xuming, without any weird reaction.

Yang Xuming stared at it tightly, not daring to shift his eyes.

The flashlight in his right hand has been turned off.

Although there was a little curiosity about this shadow, there was even an urge to shine a flashlight on what the other person looked like.

But in this weird environment, Yang Xuming still chose not to die.

If you die, you will really die!

As Yang Xuming moved slowly, the distance between him and the shadow was getting closer and closer.

Finally, Yang Xuming walked to the middle of the house.

He almost walked against the wall in order to keep as far away as possible from the dark shadow.

At this moment, Yang Xuming, with his back leaning on the tattered TV, was a dark shadow with his back facing him.

The distance between the two sides is less than two meters.

In this quiet room, the two parties are close enough to hear each other's breathing.

However, the dark shadow with its back facing him was quiet, without any breathing, and seemed to be just a dead object.

Yang Xuming's heart was slightly cold.

This thing is really not a living thing...

He didn't stop, holding the red candle at the black shadow, paying attention to its every move.

Then continue to move towards the door.

The distance between Yang Xuming and Sombra began to gradually widen.

At this time, Yang Xuming finally discovered the weirdness of the black shadow.

He moved over from the kitchen, staring at the shadow all the way, to be sure that the shadow did not move even once.

But the weird place is here.

When Yang Xuming stood at the door of the kitchen, the dark figure was facing away from him and facing the door.

When Yang Xuming walked to the center of the room, the dark figure was facing away from him and facing the wall.

Now Yang Xuming is almost at the door, and the dark figure is still facing away from him and facing the direction of the kitchen...

This guy hasn't moved, how can he keep his back to him?

It’s impossible that all angles of this guy are back, not front...

Yang Xuming stared at the weird dark figure beside the sofa, and slowly moved to the door.

Behind him is the door to the outside world.

The dim and icy moonlight shone in from outside the door.

But Yang Xuming did not go out.

His hand was gently placed on the vacant wooden door beside him.

This wooden door leads to the hall next door.

Yang Xuming wanted to go in.

But he was worried about the dark shadow next to the sofa.

Squeak —

The sound of the old wooden door being slowly opened by Yang Xuming was extremely harsh in the dark.

The dark shadow still turned his back to Yang Xuming and stood quietly beside the sofa, motionless.

Upon seeing this, Yang Xuming's tight body relaxed a little.

It seems that as long as it keeps facing this shadow, it can't move.

After understanding this, Yang Xuming began to back down slowly.

He still turned his back to the dark shadow, and slowly retreated into the middle hall next to him.

Then, Yang Xuming slowly closed the wooden door.

Throughout the whole process, the dark shadow next to the sofa did not respond, and still stood there quietly.

Until the end, Yang Xuming closed the wooden door connecting the hall and the living room and locked it.

The sound of the old keyhole turning is extremely harsh in the dark.

However, there was still no sound from the next room.

The dark figure did not rush over, did not smash the door, did not make the sound of footsteps... In the next room, there was no sound.

Deathly quiet.

Yang Xuming waited for half a minute, until he was sure that there was really no sound or noise coming from the next room, he then slowly backed two steps away from the wooden door.

At this moment, he was standing in the main room of this red house.

In the completely enclosed space, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Yang Xuming turned on the flashlight, and the white lamppost illuminated the darkness.

However, this light can only illuminate a small area.

It's okay not to turn on the lights. Once the lights are turned on, the darkness in other areas will become even more terrifying, except for the slightly illuminated area.

In this completely closed darkness, Yang Xuming leaned his back against the wall, raised his torch, and began to observe the room in front of him.