All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming's overreaction shocked the girl around him.

Lin Qiu also took two steps back in a panic, a little panicked.

"What's wrong? Did you see anything?" Lin Qiu asked hurriedly.

Yang Xuming calmed down, looked at the Guanyin statue in the wooden house, and said.

"Nothing, I took two steps back and showed my respect to Guanyin Bodhisattva."

Yang Xuming casually talked nonsense.

However, his eyes did not leave the Guanyin statue on the shrine, and he did not dare to shift his vision.

This statue of Guanyin made him feel too weird, and the appearance of the statue of Guanyin in such a place is not a good sign.

After all, Yang Xuming has deeply experienced the weirdness and horror of some evil beliefs among the Guizhou folk.

The father of the Jiang sisters worshipped the statue of Guanyin, and the red embroidered shoes were also brought from Wangguanying.

Yang Xuming didn't know where the wet lady Gu Yue'e found the red embroidered shoes, but if it weren't the site of the Wang family's extermination, it might be the deserted village in front of him.

Yang Xuming took out the flashlight and walked to the door of the wooden house.

He did not walk in.

The statue of Guanyin on the shrine was too eerie and weird. He just wanted to observe from a distance whether there was anything unusual in this room.

"Lin Qiu, do you Lin Family worship Guanyin?" Yang Xuming asked casually.

Lin Qiu thought for a while and nodded, "Before, I heard my mother say that when she first married my dad, my grandma forbids her to enter the peach house. Because the peach house in my hometown is for Guanyin."

"Do not allow women to approach the statue of Guanyin in the Lin family, otherwise they will bump into Guanyin."

Yang Xuming thought for a while and asked, "Why didn't I see a Guanyin statue in your house?"

"Uh... it should be my parents who don't believe this very much, right?" Lin Qiu said, "Although my parents believe in feng shui and like to read the Chinese calendar, they always hate things like dancing to gods and worshiping Buddha."

"I told you before that my uncle's family believes in this. My aunt often dances, and her life pressure is high, so she will become mentally ill, she said she is upper body."

"And my parents are very disgusted with these things, saying it is feudal superstition, I haven't seen them worship gods and Buddhas since I was young."

Lin Qiu's description made Yang Xuming nod.

"Then you just stand outside the door, I'll go in and have a look."

The flashlight light swept around in the wooden house, and finally returned to the shrine.

Yang Xuming saw a thick book on the shrine in front of the Guanyin statue.

He is going to read this book.

Dragging the big sword with the skeleton hilt, Yang Xuming walked into the small house where Guanyin was enshrined.

There is a faint strange smell in the wooden house of perennial waste, and the soil under your feet is as hard as rocks.

Yang Xuming walked to the shrine and looked up at the statue of Guanyin on the shrine.

This Guanyin statue is very large, more than one meter high, and has a lot of dust on the surface.

The pale outer coloring may be to show that Guanyin's skin is white, but at this time it looks inexplicably frightening.

The cover of the thick ancient book placed in front of the Guanyin statue was covered with dust and cobwebs.

The dust was too thick and even covered the original color of the cover.

Yang Xuming gently opened the cover with the tip of his sword, and saw a few large characters on the title page.

Lin Family Tree——

Genealogy...

Yang Xuming was a little disappointed.

He thought it was something more interesting, but he didn't expect it to be just a genealogy.

I used the tip of the sword to open a few pages, and the follow-up content did not find any useful information.

Yang Xuming sighed helplessly and said, "I am looking forward to it."

He turned and looked out the door, "Lin..."

Yang Xuming swallowed the word "autumn" behind it.

Because Lin Qiu was no longer visible outside the door.

Not only could I not see Lin Qiu, but even the scene outside the door had undergone tremendous changes.

It was no longer a sunny day with the sun shining brightly, but a dark and eerie night.

One by one, white spirit banners stood in the dark ruins, swaying in the night breeze, and their pale colors were extremely permeating.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming fell silent.

He rubbed his eyebrows-did he get it? When did this happen?

Could it be that from the moment he entered the gate, he had been recruited?

Yang Xuming thought for a while, then looked back at the shrine behind him.

The statue of Guanyin on the shrine still stared at him silently, the pale painted color was weird and terrifying, not only did not have the slightest sense of sacredness, but infiltrated people like a ghost.

Yang Xuming casually hit the statue of Guanyin with a sword.

Snapped--

With a crisp sound, the ceramic Guanyin image fell heavily to the ground, breaking into countless pieces.

Yang Xuming walked toward the door with a calm expression, "I wanted to smash it early."

He walked to the door, stood by the door looking at the dark night outside, and said loudly.

"Linjiaba's people are going to die, right... I am not Lin, and I am not Linjiaba's. Why are you looking for me? You seem to be looking for the wrong person."

Yang Xuming's voice spread from a distance in the ruins of the dark night, and it seemed that there was an echo faintly.

But after Yang Xuming finished shouting, there was no response in the ruins, and the scary blood-clothed butcher mentioned by Lin Qiu did not appear.

So Yang Xuming started to have a headache.

This ghost has dragged people into the nightmare, but what is going on without doing it?

If you don't show up, how can I cut you off!

Yang Xuming had a headache, and felt that this ghost was really not polite at all.

"PLAY? It's not likable."

As Yang Xuming said, he walked straight out of the door and walked into the darkness outside.

The pale holy banners swayed in the night wind, and the eerie and weird deserted village was completely transformed into a haunted place.

The ruins under this dark night are the real horror scenes.

But Yang Xuming walked in it, but his face was calm.

As he walked, he waved the Frostmourne in his hand from time to time to cut off all the spiritist banners he saw on the side of the road, cut off all these strange and pale things, and caused destruction in the nightmare.

"Aren't you coming out?" Yang Xuming said, "If I don't come out again, I'll set it on fire."

After speaking, a pale ghost fire appeared in Yang Xuming's hand.

As soon as the ghost fire came out, the pale fire light immediately reflected Yang Xuming in the dark with a gloomy and weird face, like a terrifying grimace.

Standing on the edge of the fire, he said coldly, "Can't you come out?"

Yang Xuming threatened several times, but there was still no response in the dark.

It seems that the ghost knew that Yang Xuming's ghost fire could not ignite anything.

Seeing this, Yang Xuming could only helplessly retract the pale ghost fire, and said.

"Toast and not eat fine wine," Yang Xuming said lightly, taking out the bell left by Lin Qiu and her brother, "How about we try this bell to destroy your illusion?"

After speaking, Yang Xuming shook vigorously.

Bell Bell Bell——

The harsh and crisp ringtones spread far away in the darkness.

PS: How difficult life is...just living is already very painful.

I feel like I'm going to be autistic (dead fish eyes)