All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

For Yang Xuming, the situation at this time is no longer optimistic.

There are three ghosts outside the house, but there is still one ghost in the house?

Deng Xiangui clicked on the remote control, and the other party shot it... Could this ghost's ability have something to do with the TV or the remote control?

When Deng Xiangui's right index finger was broken, Yang Xuming had already rushed over, raising the sword of his hands and feet and slashing hard behind Deng Xiangui.

On the back of this drunkard, two translucent arms grew out of thin air.

It looked like Deng Xiangui had a pair of wings on his back.

It's just that for the drunk, the pair of wings not only prevented him from flying, but also forcibly broke one of his fingers.

Yes, it was really broken.

Deng Xiangui's entire index finger was broken and torn off by these translucent ghost hands, and blood ran wildly.

The moment Yang Xuming cut off with a sword, the two translucent ghost hands suddenly disappeared, leaving only a blood-stained finger falling to the ground.

And Deng Xiangui had already thrown away the remote control and howled in pain.

"My fingers! My fingers!"

Deng Xiangui cried so much that he looked terribly painful.

But Yang Xuming didn't have the ability to heal his injuries, so he could only watch the blood from the broken index finger spray out wildly.

He said, "Stay away from that remote control!"

But in fact, he doesn't need to emphasize that when Deng Xiangui threw away the remote control, he had already backed away in fear, completely away from the remote control.

He couldn't see the scene behind him. He didn't even see the ghost hands growing out of his back.

He thought he was attacked by a ghost after pressing the remote control, and the ghost was hiding in the remote control.

At the same time Deng Xiangui retreated, Yang Xuming had already walked to the remote control, raised Frostmourne in his hand, and slammed it heavily against the remote control on the floor.

A huge iron object weighing more than ten kilograms slammed viciously on the plastic remote control, only to see a crisp "pop", and the entire remote control was directly shattered by Yang Xuming.

The fragments of the remote control were flying around, and Yang Xuming clearly saw a black figure the size of a baby's fist emerged from the fragments of the remote control, flew to the TV in an instant, and disappeared into the constantly beating snowflakes on the screen.

Is this ghost hiding in the remote control?

In other words, its capabilities should be pinned on the remote control?

Yang Xuming kicked away the fragments of the remote control, and rushed to the TV screen that was constantly beating snowflakes.

The heavy Frostmourne was lifted high and slammed viciously on the TV screen.

boom--

With a muffled sound, Yang Xuming felt a dull and hard touch when his sword slashed on the screen.

It seemed that his sword was not smashed on a TV screen that shattered at the touch of a touch, but on a thick layer of cowhide.

In the face of Yang Xuming's fierce blow, the TV screen was unscathed.

Not to mention broken, not even a crack!

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming snorted coldly.

He directly raised his left hand and pointed the palm of his hand at the TV in front of him.

The pale ghost fire burst out, engulfing the entire TV in an instant.

The white ghost fire grew stronger and stronger, although it did not cause any burns to the TV.

However, as the gravity increased, the wooden table under the TV began to creak, and the wooden board that carried the TV was also constantly bends, almost unable to bear the huge weight of the TV.

In the end, there was a loud bang, and the whole TV directly smashed through the not thick table board, and slammed heavily on the floor.

The huge weight even made the concrete ground tremble for a moment.

And on the TV, there was a painful grunt.

Obviously the ghost hiding in the TV was affected by the counter shock.

Ying Sixue suddenly spoke at this moment.

"No! I can't pester them anymore!"

Ying Sixue shouted anxiously, "They don't want to rush in and kill you at all, but they want to delay time!"

"They definitely have other plans to do!"

Pointing to the ceiling with dripping mucus above her head, Ying Sixue said, “If they really want to come in, it’s enough to corrode the other door panels of the house with this force. It can be done without us noticing it. Feel into the house."

"Even if its power can only corrode the cement, it can also corrode the cement in other rooms. Then who knows that it is corroding the cement? Why is it corroding the ceiling above us? It is deliberately shown to us to make us alert?"

"And the ghost who hit the door outside, don't you think it hits the door very perfunctorily?"

"It knows that it can't hit it, but it keeps hitting it, and won't increase its strength. It's more like making a door knock to cover up something deliberately than trying to hit the door and rush in!"

"These ghosts are deliberately creating the illusion that they want to rush in and make you exhausted. They have other purposes!"

Ying Sixue's sudden reminder shocked Yang Xuming.

He looked at Ying Sixue in a daze, "How did you tell?"

Did you really read the script?

Ying Sixue looked at him anxiously and said, "Do you think this room is shaking?"

"Just when the TV hit the ground, I suddenly felt it. This room seems to be moving slowly!"

"The ghosts outside are moving this room!"

Ying Sixue's words made Yang Xuming's scalp numb.

"Move this room?"

Let's not say whether such nonsense can be done. If the group of ghosts really do it, then there is a cliff not far from this house.

If the house is moved to the edge of a cliff, as long as you push hard, everyone in this house will fall into the Beipan River below the cliff with the house and be thrown into the mud!

He squatted down and pressed his hand to the floor.

Sure enough, as Ying Sixue said, the floor was trembling slowly and seemed to move silently.

Are the ghosts outside really moving this building?

What is this...

Yang Xuming rushed to the door, raised the bell in his hand, and shook it vigorously.

Bell Bell Bell——Ring Bell Bell——

He shook it twice, only to hear three screams violently resounding outside.

It was the same as last time, one was outside the door, one was overhead, and the other was behind the house.

However, these ghosts screamed away, and Ying Sixue, who kept pressing his palm on the floor, said anxiously, "No! The house is still moving! The ghost who moved the house is not near the house, and your ringtone can't affect it! "

Hearing this answer, Yang Xuming also felt a bit tricky.

In addition to the TV ghost in the room, the three ghosts outside, there is still a fifth ghost hidden in the fog?

That ghost can move the house, and wants to move them with the whole house and throw them into the Beipan River below?

Yang Xuming was a little anxious, "What should I do? Do you want to rush out?"

He looked at Ying Sixue and asked the girl's opinion, "Maybe there is a way to survive?"