All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming did not expect this to be the case.

He chased the weird middle-aged woman, because the other party must have come in from outside, otherwise Ying Sixue would not be here.

If you catch this middle-aged woman, you might be able to figure out the details of the village at once.

But Yang Xuming didn't expect that after he chased into the house, he didn't see anything, and the woman evaporated directly from the world.

Now that he has fallen into a strange and silent darkness, he can't even find a way out, it seems that he has been completely calculated.

But Yang Xuming didn't believe that the woman could count that he would catch up.

But where did that woman go?

The reason why the opponent disappeared out of thin air may be an important clue for Yang Xuming to break the deadlock at the moment.

The candle in Yang Xuming's hand was still burning slowly.

He can clearly feel the heat of the candle flame, but he can't see it anymore.

After thinking about it, Yang Xuming raised the candle in his hand in the dark, and then took a strong breath out.

The candle seemed to have been blown out, and the hand in which he held the candle could no longer feel the temperature of the candle flame.

This candle brought from the outside seems to only serve as a warning, and it will not automatically burn like a marriage candle.

Moreover, "The Record of Life and Death" did not say that the candle flame could not be extinguished, only that the candle could guide Yang Xuming into here.

In the current situation, Yang Xuming can't help but continue shaking with a useless candle.

He needs to free his left hand to grab Ying Sixue by his side.

In this dark space, he dared not let Ying Sixue leave him.

Otherwise, something in the dark has dragged Ying Sixue away, and the girl with dull eyes probably wouldn't even scream.

Putting away the extinguished candle, Yang Xuming reached out and caught Ying Sixue next to him.

The girl's hands were a little cold and stiff.

Yang Xuming shouted again in a low voice, "Xiaoxue? Ying Sixue? Miss Ying? Ying Mei?"

The girl beside him still did not respond.

Yang Xuming pulled the opponent hard and shouted, "Get up and beat a wolf!"

puff--

With a muffled sound, Yang Xuming pulled the hand off.

The moment this hand was pulled down, something stinking liquid spilled on his face and body.

It should be... Corpse water?

Depend on!

Yang Xuming took two steps back abruptly, and shouted, "Xiaozi!"

The cold wind blew by Yang Xuming's side.

He could feel Xiaozi's hands sticking out of her pockets.

But Yang Xuming still couldn't see anything.

There was only darkness in front of me.

Xiaozi's hands seemed to catch something in the dark, and she tried to drag.

Yang Xuming felt a stench rushing toward him, and something that exuded a strong rancid smell was dragged by Xiaozi in front of him.

It's a corpse...

Yang Xuming is no stranger to this taste.

A corpse standing in the dark?

When did this body appear?

Where is Ying Sixue?

Yang Xuming never believed that the corpse would be Ying Sixue, because everything was normal before the girl.

And even if Ying Sixue is really dead, it is impossible to start to rot so soon.

So when everything was swallowed by darkness, Ying Sixue, who was standing behind Yang Xuming, turned into a rotten corpse?

Yang Xuming's brain keeps turning, trying to sort out the situation at this time.

If Ying Sixue was replaced by a corpse, where is Ying Sixue now?

What's the situation with this corpse?

Why did it not resist at all when it was caught by Xiaozi?

Yang Xuming was full of doubts.

Soon, this doubt was solved.

When the corpse had been pulled in front of Yang Xuming and was almost within reach of Yang Xuming, the pulling sensation from his pocket suddenly disappeared.

The situation seemed to be deadlocked for a second.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Zi's hands stopped pulling the corpse.

Instead, those ghost hands pushed the corpse away forcefully.

As the only focus of these ghost hands, Yang Xuming's body was also staggered by the counteracting force.

Yang Xuming immediately understood.

Obviously, this corpse cannot be swallowed!

Although she didn't know the reason, Xiao Zi was clearly aware of the danger, so the ghost hands pushed the corpse away directly.

But the next second, the strong and foul smell came to Yang Xuming again.

It seems that the corpse that was pushed away crawled back again.

And this time, the corpse no longer remained motionless.

In the darkness, a hand reached into the inside of Yang Xuming's jacket, trying to pull out the diary from Yang Xuming's pocket.

That hand was sticky, and corpse water seemed to be dripping from it.

Without saying anything, Yang Xuming kicked it out.

"roll!"

His feet kicked heavily on a stiff corpse.

But the corpse seemed to be nailed in place, and Yang Xuming's foot couldn't even shake the opponent.

Instead, the sticky, foul-smelling hand had already reached into Yang Xuming's pocket.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming directly picked up the big sword in his hand and slammed it heavily at the corpse in front of him.

boom!

There was a muffled sound.

The big sword hit the corpse, making a dull muffled noise.

But the corpse was not hurt or affected, and the sticky hand was already crazily grasping Yang Xuming's pocket.

Yang Xuming's left hand firmly grasped the arm of the slimy corpse, not allowing the opponent to **** Xiaozi's diary.

Seeing that Frostmourne didn't work, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and directly activated his newly acquired ability.

His left hand ignited a pale ghost fire.

Although Yang Xuming couldn't see the ghost fire, he felt the cold feeling when the ghost fire burned.

However, his arm was scorched by the ghost fire, and the corpse had no reaction. It still wanted to break free from the shackles of Yang Xuming's left hand and **** the diary from Yang Xuming's pocket.

No...This corpse is so fierce, why did Yang Xuming remove one of its arms when he tried hard?

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, and then backed away abruptly.

He no longer prevented this hand from grabbing into his pocket, but instead grabbed this hand and backed madly.

The stalemate lasted less than a second, and this hand was torn off by Yang Xuming who was backing away.

But the hand that was torn off was still moving wildly in Yang Xuming's arms, and he had not given up on the idea of ​​taking the diary.

But a simple arm was too easy to deal with, Yang Xuming directly pulled out the crazy corpse hand in his arms with his left hand, and then threw it out forcefully.

In the darkness, there was silence.

Yang Xuming could no longer smell the strong smell of a corpse close at hand, it seemed that the corpse was no longer by his side.

But the fight just now made him stick with a lot of corpse water that exudes weird and foul smell.

Although not full-bodied, it is still disgusting.

Yang Xuming stood in the dark for a few seconds, thinking about how to get out.

But at this moment, a horrified scream suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Help!"

That scream is... Ying Sixue's?

PS: Four changes today.

I also recommend a new book by a big brother, "My Sister Altaïr"

Introduction: "Your disrespect to me is enough to make you die thousands of times."

Gilgamesh, who was put off the street light, said with emotion: "However, I have to admit that now you are stronger!"

"So, what are you going to do with the hero king restored to factory settings?"

"...Miscellaneous repair, return the king's treasure to this king!"

Bai Shi Moran unfolded the golden treasure of the king behind him, and waved his hand at the incompetent and furious Iraqi native hat.

"The loser eats the dust!"