All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Here is a large hall.

There is no debris.

The rural areas in Guizhou seem to have such architectural patterns.

A house, in the middle is a completely empty hall, which can neither be occupied by people, nor is it seldom used to place sundries.

The living area is on both sides of the main house.

As for the hall in the middle, even the door is rarely opened, and it is closed all year round.

Yang Xuming's flashlight swept around in the hall and found that there were no embroidered shoes he was looking for.

This hall is more vacant than the living room next to it.

There seemed to be nothing superfluous except for the enshrined in the middle of the wall facing the gate.

Tiandijun Qinshi is a Confucian sacrificial tablet.

The sacrificial tablet in front of Yang Xuming's eyes is very simple, just sticking the red paper with the words on the wall without any extra decoration.

In the middle is written [Tiandijun Parents] in large characters, and some small characters that Yang Xuming can't see clearly are added next to it.

On both sides of [Tiandijun Parents], it looks like a couplet, with the words [Ancestral Merit and Virtue Flowing Fangyuan] on the right, and [Children’s Filial Piety and Sun Xianshi Zechang on the left].

On the top, it reads [Zu De Liufang] in general.

People here in Yungui do not place ancestral tablets or build ancestral halls. They only worship the tablets of [Tiandijun Qinshi] in every household.

This is normal.

But after Yang Xuming walked a few steps forward, he found something abnormal.

That's right, every household of the Yun-Gui generation worshipped Tiandijun and his parents.

But there was something else in front of the memorial tablet of the Master of Heaven and Earth, and on the small table where the incense candle offerings were placed.

A statue of Guanyin without a head...

When the light of the flashlight shone over, the incomplete Guanyin image that seemed to have fallen once stood quietly.

Guanyin's head fell off, and it happened to fall into the small cauldron full of incense ash.

When the blazing white light passed by, the head of the statue lying quietly in the incense ashes smiled and quietly looked at Yang Xuming.

The ruddy cheeks, pale color, and smile of the statue's head looked inexplicable.

Yang Xuming frowned.

This Guanyin image is not normal...

Generally speaking, people from Yunnan and Guizhou only worship Tiandijun's parents and seldom worship other gods in halls.

Except Guanyin.

However, those who worship Guanyin and Tiandijun's parents at the same time are definitely one of the few different kinds of people in Guizhou.

Moreover, there are many sayings about Guanyin, and it seems that they are not the same as the Guanyin in Buddhism...

This family actually worships Guanyin?

Yang Xuming raised the red candle and slowly pointed it at the mutilated headless Guanyin statue in front of him.

However, the red candle did not respond.

Yang Xuming took two steps back, far away from the mutilated Guanyin statue.

He didn't find anything useful in this hall.

Apart from knowing that the family also worshiped a certain Guanyin, nothing more was gained.

Yang Xuming raised his flashlight and red candle and left the hall.

After pushing open the wooden door leading to the right, what appeared in front of Yang Xuming was a stairwell.

To his left, there is a concrete staircase leading to the second floor.

In front of Yang Xuming, there was a half-hidden wooden door, inside it should be another living area.

For some reason, when Yang Xuming walked into the stairwell, he smelled a faint smell.

The smell is unique, it smells like rotting corpses like dead fish or dead cats.

Not very rich, very light.

But it made Yang Xuming vigilant.

This smell... doesn't seem to be a good sign.

He gently opened the wooden door in front of him, and stood at the door shining inside with the flashlight.

This room is very empty, and it is not much more than the hall behind Yang Xuming.

Except for a cabinet against the wall, a few chairs scattered in the room, and a few sacks piled up in the corner, there was nothing superfluous.

Yang Xuming held the red candle and walked in slowly.

Under the light of the flashlight, he carefully observed the room back and forth, not even letting go of the ceiling.

However, there is really nothing.

The cabinet was empty, with nothing in it.

Yang Xuming opened the torn sack in the corner, and it was filled with hard corn.

As for the toilet separated from this room, Yang Xuming just glanced from a distance outside the door.

After confirming that there were no embroidered shoes inside, he did not go in.

In addition to the sink and squat pit, this dark toilet also has a mirror.

When he saw this mirror, Yang Xuming's face was a little pale.

This mirror evoked some bad memories of him...

After walking around the room, Yang Xuming fell silent, who hadn't noticed anything.

This family is poorer than expected...

No wonder there is no decoration on the second floor. From the outside, it seems to be rough. It seems that there is no money for decoration?

Even the decoration of the first floor is very perfunctory, but the walls are painted, the floor is still cement, and there is no tile.

In the darkness, after Yang Xuming took a deep breath, he raised his flashlight and left the room and walked into the back room.

There is another room behind this empty room.

The door is completely open, and you can clearly see the scene inside.

This is a bedroom, quite spacious, but equally empty.

Except for a bed, a bedside table, and a wooden box placed in the corner, Yang Xuming didn't even see a table.

In the completely closed and airtight dark room, there was a faint damp and musty smell.

But when I got here, the rancid smell could hardly be smelled.

I don't know if it is because the musty smell in this closed room is too strong and the rancid smell is covered up.

Yang Xuming searched in the house but found nothing.

The mosquito net on the big bed was supposed to be white cloth, but now it looks yellow and black. The disgusting color makes people sick.

As for the big bed, the bedding and quilt are neatly folded and not messy.

However, after Yang Xuming approached, the musty smell became even heavier.

The musty smell in this room seems to come from this big bed.

Yang Xuming endured the nausea, opened the sheets, and searched it again.

Did not find the red embroidered shoes he wanted.

I found several hospital invoices and diagnosis certificates under the pillow.

Yang Xuming spread out these invoices and diagnosis certificates on the bed, and then began to read under the light of a flashlight.

This is the diagnosis result of a man named Jiang Yun.

Yang Xuming didn't understand it very well, but he could probably tell that this man was miserable.

It should have happened four years ago when the man had his right foot amputated.

And those invoices were issued by the hospital.

The number is huge...

After thinking about this stubborn family, Yang Xuming was a little silent.

He flipped through the sheets again, and found something new under the sheets.

One red marriage certificate, one household registration book, and two medical insurance cards.

Yang Xuming opened the marriage certificate and saw a picture of the couple together.

The husband is named Jiang Yun, and his wife is named Cai Chunqin.

The man seemed to be a very honest kind, and smiled shyly.

The woman is intimately attached to the man, looking very happy.

Yang Xuming opened his account book again and saw the names of his two daughters.

My sister's full name is Jiang Xiaoyu, and my sister's name is Jiang Xin.

According to the above date of birth, my sister was 13 years old and my sister was 6 years old three years ago.

The family situation of this family is temporarily clear.