All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the dim light, Yang Xuming saw that the bedroom belonging to the Jiang sisters still maintained its original appearance.

The desk that Yang Xuming moved to press on the diary is still there quietly pressing the diary.

Everything remained the same as when Yang Xuming left.

Without any hesitation, Yang Xuming walked directly to the window.

His footsteps were as light as possible without making much noise.

After hiding behind the window, Yang Xuming took a quiet look outside through the glass of the window.

The barren hills outside the red house were swarthy, like a monster about to swallow everything.

This red house in the barren hills seems to be the only boat floating in the dark ocean.

But the swaying darkness around was too deep and terrifying, and seemed to swallow this small red house at any time.

In the cold and dim moonlight, a pale figure stood quietly in front of the red house.

It turned its back to Yang Xuming, and Yang Xuming couldn't see what it looked like.

But that skinny appearance seems to be malnourished.

Every now and then, this pale shadow made a painful cough.

It is the sound of coughing outside the house.

In the moonlight, it slowly walked to the brazier at the entrance of the Red House.

Then he squatted down.

Under Yang Xuming's silent gaze, the figure slowly stretched out two pale hands and put them in the brazier.

It seems to be rummaging for something.

However, in the night breeze, the figure only caught some burnt black paper ash.

"Cough cough cough...cough cough cough cough..."

The tragic white figure squatting in the moonlight kept making rapid and painful coughs.

In this quiet and silent night, this cough sounded strange and frightening.

Soon, it stood up and seemed to find nothing.

Then, the figure left the brazier.

But it did not come to the red house, but slowly walked to the back of the red house and disappeared at the corner of the wall.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming was a little sluggish.

Is this figure the older sister?

Why doesn't it come in? What are you going to do behind?

Is it going to patrol around the house and block all Yang Xuming escape routes?

Yang Xuming felt a little uneasy in his heart.

And the little girl in the room was crying, getting closer and closer.

The cry was stern and miserable, it seemed that his throat broke, and the more hoarse he got behind, Yang Xuming got goose bumps all over his body.

This kind of crying is simply scary!

And he felt that the temperature in the air seemed to be gradually decreasing.

—Why does the temperature drop when these ghosts appear? Are you a mobile freezer!

Without daring to hesitate, Yang Xuming left the window directly and hid in the only place in the bedroom where people could hide.

That shabby wardrobe.

In the closet, the clothes that no one has worn for three years exudes a faint musty smell.

But compared with the increasingly strong rotten odor outside, these musty odors are insignificant.

Yang Xuming stood curled up in the middle of this low closet, and quietly closed the door of the closet.

He intends to wait a little longer.

Now there is a ghost wandering outside the red house, there are two in the house, at least one ghost has not appeared.

That is the father of this family, the man named Jiang Yun.

Compared with the Jiang sisters and Sombra that have already appeared, Yang Xuming is very uncomfortable with Jiang Yun, who has never appeared.

At this time, this guy should show up too, right?

Why hasn't he appeared yet?

It was a family of four who went missing that year, not a family of three.

Yang Xuming dare not act rashly for the time being.

The main reason is that there is still a figure wandering outside the house, and now it looks like it is the dead sister in all likelihood.

The window-jumping plan that Yang Xuming was thinking about at first seemed to have aborted.

Because jumping out will hit you!

And it seems to be the scariest ghost here.

In the cabinet, Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds before pulling out the record of life and death.

However, under the light of the flashlight, the text on "The Record of Life and Death" still read [Red Embroidered Shoes], which did not give him any new clues.

Yang Xuming is a little bit painful.

Where are those red embroidered shoes?

Not on my sister’s feet, nor on Sombra’s feet, really on my sister’s feet?

But the light outside was so dim that Yang Xuming couldn't see what shoes the pale figure outside the house was wearing.

This is so special...Is it heaven to die for me too?

Yang Xuming put away "The Record of Life and Death" and hid in the cabinet, his expression aching.

I have searched all the places in the house, why are there still no embroidered shoes?

Or just run away...

While the red candle is still useful, rush out in one breath?

Away from this ghost place?

In the cabinet, Yang Xuming was caught in a dilemma.

At this moment, the crying disappeared.

The cry of the little girl that had been reverberating in the room disappeared without warning.

The whole building fell into that kind of quiet and strange death again.

This cry disappeared so abruptly and so strangely, making Yang Xuming's heart subconsciously chuckle.

He hid in the cabinet, but felt the smell of decay in the air getting stronger and stronger.

Then, in the direction of the room where the coffin was placed, footsteps sounded.

The footsteps are very light, not heavy, and seem to be a child.

The other party seemed to be walking around the room, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to Yang Xuming.

Yang Xuming quickly turned off the flashlight, raised the extinguished red candle, and stared at the bedroom door outside the gap in the cabinet door.

The cabinet he was in was against the wall, and the door of the cabinet was just facing the door of the bedroom.

Through the small gaps between the cabinet doors, Yang Xuming could see the dark red door painted with red paint on the opposite side.

Moonlight made this room appear dim and gloomy.

The approaching footsteps echoed in the quiet room, getting closer and closer.

Getting closer.

In the end, the sound of footsteps stopped outside the bedroom door and stopped moving.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming could hear his heartbeat start to get faster.

咚—咚—咚—

The heartbeat after another made him tense uncontrollably.

Outside the bedroom door, still silent, the little girl seemed to leave.

But this silent silence lasted only a while before the door was pushed open.

Squeak —

In the sound of the door slowly turning, a small black shadow came out of the darkness.

It walked into this bedroom.

Through the crack in the cabinet door, Yang Xuming saw the little dark shadow.

The eyes widened slightly.

Although he couldn't see the appearance of this dark shadow, judging from the height and figure, it was indeed the little girl who appeared in the coffin.

What is it doing in this room?

Yang Xuming was a little nervous.

Does it know that I am here?

Squeezing the red candle in his hand tightly, Yang Xuming stared at the dark figure outside nervously.