All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Following Ying Sixue's words, seemingly to prove her guess, the rooster screams from afar stopped abruptly.

The gloomy cold wind blew from outside the Buddhist hall in an instant, creating coldness through the bones.

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue looked at each other, and Ying Sixue said, "Can you burn this physical Buddha? It may be the core of this weird world, the balance between evil and good thoughts."

"You may be able to leave here if you burn it."

Yang Xuming raised his head and looked at the mummy sitting cross-legged against the Buddha statue, and said, "My flame is not capable of burning, you don't know..."

Putting away the embroidered shoes in his hand, Yang Xuming said, "But you can try."

He took out the pink diary from his pocket and moved the diary close to the mummy.

"Xiaozi!"

A pair of pale arms stretched out silently from the diary.

Then, these arms directly grabbed the mummy on the shrine.

However, when the pale ghost hand grabbed the mummy, a faint black color began to spread along the place where the ghost hand touched the mummy.

Xiaozi's ghost hand seemed to be stung, and instantly retracted into the diary.

In the Buddhist hall, a girl screamed in pain.

Ying Sixue glanced at the mummy again and said, "It doesn't look that easy."

At this time, the cold wind outside the Buddhist hall was as violent as a blizzard.

With countless dead leaves flying in the cold wind, Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue breathed a little bit, and they were able to breathe out the mist.

And the light outside is getting dim.

It seems that the moon has really been completely swallowed by darkness, and the world seems to be plunged into pitch-black despair.

Ying Sixue whispered, "I think we should leave this temple as soon as possible..."

Although the sitting corpse on the shrine remained motionless, there was no change.

But the atmosphere in this temple seemed inexplicably horrible.

Standing in the Buddhist hall, they seemed to be stared at by something terrifying.

The feeling of being stared at by a monster is extremely permeating.

Yang Xuming said, "Similarly, I also feel that something scary is staring at us in the dark."

Now that the incarnation of goodness has disappeared, the one who replaced the good thoughts to control this place is naturally the incarnation of evil thoughts.

Is that big spider nearby?

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue left the temple quickly.

Before walking out of the temple, Yang Xuming looked back at the Buddha statue on the shrine.

The Buddha statue that was sitting silently has completely changed.

His expression became hideous, his eyes shed blood and tears, and even the ten fingers of the Buddha statue grew sharp and dark nails, like a ghost.

This person sitting cross-legged on the shrine is no longer a Buddha statue, but a complete evil spirit!

Sure enough, after all reincarnation, evil-minded monsters occupied this place and descended on this world.

Even the Buddhist hall in this remote corner, everything has become so terrifying and infiltrating.

Yang Xuming and the others ran very fast, completely in a race against time.

They must hurry back to the village before the real monster descends and hide in the back road that the old man prepared for them-the white coffin.

Even if Yang Xuming is still full of distrust of this suspicious old man, the other party seems to be the only help they can find in this strange world.

Yang Xuming kicked open the blood-red door and rushed out of the Buddhist courtyard.

Then he stood among the bamboo forests.

Ahead is a winding path in the bamboo forest.

On both sides of the trail, there are wordless tombstones standing side by side.

Those tombstones seem to have experienced long years of wind and sun, and they are mottled and worn, just like the bluestone floor full of traces of time trampled by thousands of people in the ancient town of years.

No one knows who the owners of these tombstones are, and no one knows what is buried under the tombstones.

Yang Xuming and the others have no time to study these wordless tombstones.

Now for them, the most important thing is time, time, time!

They must rush back to the small village in the shortest possible time, and then hide in the white coffin before the monster can enter!

However, after the real darkness fell, they had to face more than just the invisible spider monster.

When Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue rushed out of the Buddhist hall and walked to the middle of the wordless stone steles on the side of the road, the sudden change occurred!

The cold wind suddenly came here.

The pitch-black mist lingered in the bamboo forest.

A stern and miserable howl rang out in all directions.

Yang Xuming and the others seemed to have fallen into a terrifying Shura battlefield in an instant. There were tragic dead in front of them and behind them. What they heard in their ears were all the desperate wailing of those tragic dead.

Ying Sixue's face was a little pale, and she was so frightened by the horrible scene that her legs became weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Yang Xuming from the rear quickly grabbed her and held the girl in time.

But Yang Xuming did not stay, nor did he have time to comfort the girl's panic.

He half-forced the girl to grind her teeth and run wildly, as if dragging a cargo, his actions were extremely rude.

"Can't stop!" Yang Xuming gritted his teeth, "Run!"

He knew that the world before him had become even more weird.

They finally witnessed the scariest side of the world with their own eyes.

But they can't stay!

Exuberant curiosity will only kill both of them!

However, while Yang Xuming dragged Ying Sixue to run wildly, the girl who was dragged rudely to run looked at Yang Xuming's side in horror and screamed.

"right!"

The cold wind is coming from the right side!

The fear of death struck Yang Xuming's heart for an instant.

"Xiaozi!"

Yang Xuming let out a roar, and continued to rush outward without looking back.

At the same time, Frostmourne in his hand slammed heavily into the air on the right.

"Uh ah ah ah!!!"

With a scream, something was knocked out by Yang Xuming with a sword.

He felt a strong counter shock.

But Yang Xuming didn't look back to see what it was, he continued to run wildly on the winding road.

Behind him, those screams of horror and screams came and went one after another.

The cold wind and terrifying sound rang behind him.

It seems that the tombstone has begun to riot.

The dark bamboo forest seemed to be boiling, and there seemed to be countless terrifying ghosts rushing and chasing in the dark bamboo forest.

But Yang Xuming still did not stay.

He didn't dare to stay at all!

Xiao Zi's pale ghost hand has not retracted, and has been madly tearing and pushing against the direction behind him.

As the bearer of the diary, he can clearly feel the constant impact.

The number of things behind seemed to be so dense that Xiaozi didn't dare to swallow it at all.

Because once she retracted her hands, it meant that Yang Xuming opened the empty door wide behind her, unprotected and exposed to those terrifying ghasts!