All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The current situation was beyond Yang Xuming's expectations.

He originally thought that the haunting of this place should have something to do with caves or bandits.

But it doesn't seem to be right now?

That cave is just a simple entrance?

Can you enter this strange and unknown area?

But the ghost who can open up a weird space... Is it another rice noodle factory manager similar to the Zhongshan air raid shelter?

Standing on the small road between the two cornfields, Yang Xuming was expressionless.

The small village in front, glowing with icy colors under the moonlight, was quiet and dead, without any sound.

Although there are not many houses, there are only five or six small tiled houses at a glance, but the strange feeling brought by the gathering of buildings in the old era makes people subconsciously feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the white candle flame in Yang Xuming's hand flicked slightly, and the original pale yellow flame changed into a weird green.

The bleak green light reflected Yang Xuming's face, like a ghost in the dark.

He looked at the change of the white candle in amazement, a little dazed.

This candle...what's the situation?

Yang Xuming hadn't reacted yet, there was a brushing sound in the cornfield beside him, and there seemed to be someone moving in the cornfield.

Then, an old man carrying a **** appeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision.

The moment the two sides met, the old man was startled.

"Mom... Mom!"

The old man stepped back in horror, as if he had seen a ghost.

Yang Xuming watched the old man who appeared suddenly without saying a word.

On the quiet path, the two sides looked at each other like this.

After a few seconds, the old man spoke cautiously.

"Year... young man? What are you doing here?"

Yang Xuming frowned and looked at the old man's weird reaction. After thinking about it, he asked, "Where is this place?"

If a ghost popped up in the cornfield and rushed to kill him, Yang Xuming might not be so nervous yet.

But the old man's reaction in front of him was too strange.

It was as if he was the person who saw the ghost, with an expression on his face that was frightened by Yang Xuming.

This made Yang Xuming a little uncertain about his identity.

The old man secretly glanced at the big sword in Yang Xuming's hand and said, "This is Xiangshui Village. What are you doing here, young man? Looking for relatives?"

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head, "I'm lost, I didn't know how I came here. Uncle, do you know how to get out?"

The old man was stunned, "Get out? Uh...I don't know the way out, I've never gone out."

The old man said, "Why don't you go home with me, I will take you to the village and ask, see if anyone knows how to get out."

Yang Xuming glanced at the distant village and shook his head, "No trouble, you can go, uncle. I can find my way out by myself."

The old man persuaded him a few more times, and when he saw that Yang Xuming had not been persuaded, he shook his head and turned to leave.

He is carrying a **** and his feet are covered with mud. It seems that he has been working in the field just now, and is now walking towards the village.

After Yang Xuming watched the old man enter the village, he slowly backed away.

This village is weird and inexplicable, and he doesn't want to go in for the time being.

Yang Xuming wants to find a way out first, so that he can escape even if he encounters a crisis.

He turned and walked behind him.

However, as he walked, Yang Xuming stopped suddenly.

Because he found that in front of the path behind him, at the end of two rows of corn groves, a strange small village stood silently.

And he was standing on the only small road into the village, with corn groves on both sides.

This village is very small, with only five or six houses, all of them small tiled houses, exactly the same as the village I just saw.

In other words, it is the village.

"..." The cold moonlight silently fell on Yang Xuming.

He looked at the village in front of him and said nothing.

It seems that no matter which direction you take on the path, you will definitely walk to this small village?

Yang Xuming looked at the direction behind him again, but under the moonlight at night, he couldn't see what was too far away, and he couldn't see if there was an exact same small village at the end of the road behind him.

He seemed to have only one choice left, and that was to enter the strange village in front of him.

"It's really big..."

Yang Xuming was holding a white candle emitting a terrible green light, and carrying Frostmourne, he walked towards the small village in front of him.

The corn groves on both sides of the road rose very well, and the corn stalks one after another were higher than Yang Xuming.

But there is deathly silence in these two cornfields, which proves once again that this place is definitely not a place for living people.

At least in a normal cornfield, there should be uninterrupted bugs.

But in the cornfields on both sides of the road, there is no sound, which is very abnormal.

Out of some cautious considerations, Yang Xuming did not approach this corn forest.

The old man just came out of the corn grove. He couldn't guarantee what would happen when he entered the corn grove.

He could only be more vigilant and walk forward slowly, constantly approaching the quiet small village under the moonlight.

As he got closer and closer to the village, Yang Xuming gradually saw the appearance of the two outermost tiled houses.

A very ordinary tiled house, no different from Fan Zhigang's house.

The dark and dilapidated wooden house structure and exterior walls, and the roof is a neatly paved tiled house.

On the surface, everything is normal.

Yang Xuming walked a further distance and had already entered the entrance of the village.

A chicken standing at the entrance of the village appeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision.

This is a rooster, and it is very majestic, with a proud cockscomb standing tall, very fierce.

Yang Xuming stopped when he saw the rooster.

The rooster also looked at him abruptly, and there seemed to be a pale luster in those tiny eyes.

The candle flame in Yang Xuming's hand flicked violently and turned into a **** red.

At the same time they turned red, as well as the rooster's eyes.

The gloomy chill instantly spread to Yang Xuming's limbs.

He didn't even think about it, and cut it out with a sword.

puff!

In the sound of the blade penetrating the body, the chicken was cut into two pieces by Yang Xuming, and fell softly.

And as the chicken fell, there was a sudden noise in this village.

It seems that the tragic death of this chicken has alarmed the residents inside.

Yang Xuming turned around and ran without saying a word.

He jumped directly into the cornfield on the side of the road and went into hiding.

But soon, he found that the noise in the village had stopped.

No one came out, and the village quickly returned to the strange state of silence before.

Yang Xuming hid in the cornfield and watched for a long time, but he didn't see any villagers coming out.

But Yang Xuming still didn't dare to act rashly.

He squatted in the cornfield and waited for a long time, until the village was still silent, then he slowly stood up and walked towards the village ahead.

Then, he saw the chicken again at the entrance of the village.

It's just that this rooster has become a corpse at this time.

And there are many teeth marks on the corpse that have been chewed up.

"..." Yang Xuming took a step back.

Tooth mark?

Who gnawed it?

He had been staring at the entrance of the village just now, and he could guarantee that he didn't see anyone or anything coming out.

As a result, the body of this chicken has been gnawed like this?

Or... the villagers in this village, he can't see at all?

PS: Going out to eat, there will be more later.

Tell everyone a story before going out.

There used to be a little girl who came out to sell matches when it was snowing. While she was selling, she shouted, "I beg you for some blades and monthly tickets, and I beg everyone for blades and monthly tickets."

But no one took care of her, the little girl walked around, gradually getting tired, and her body getting colder and colder.

In the end, she curled up alone in the corner of the street, sitting in the snow, and dullly drew out a match.

so cold……

Thinking like this, she struck a match.

In the flame of the match, the little girl saw her kind grandma.

The little girl cried and rushed to her grandma, "Grandma, they didn't give me blades, and no one gave me a monthly pass."

Grandma gently hugged the little girl and said softly.

"It's okay, kid, they will give it."

"Grandma and you are going to find them tonight, looking for those who don't vote for the blade monthly pass."

"When they lie on the big dark bed and there is no one around, they will be able to see us."

"There will be a strange noise under their bed."

"In their cabinet, there will be a pair of strange eyes peering at them silently."

"On their ceiling, there will be one weird smiling face after another."

"Their mirror makes a strange laugh..."

"They will definitely give you the blade and monthly pass."

"Grandma promises you..."