All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the mist, the screams of Li Ghost stopped abruptly.

The house moving slowly in the mist suddenly stagnated, seeming to stop for a moment.

Then, the door of the house was pushed open.

A burly figure came out.

In his hand, he was dragging a huge sword with a hideous shape.

Frostmourne on the hilt of the shofar skeleton, glowing in the mist with permeating cold light.

It seems that as the number of ghosts around increases, this weapon that specializes in dealing with ghosts is also chanting.

Standing at the door of the house, Yang Xuming frowned and looked around.

Under the mist, he couldn't even see what was three meters away.

The fog outside is too big, and it is impossible to see the situation further away.

But Yang Xuming can be sure that even if all the people here are dead in this mist, no one in the village not far away will notice any abnormality.

After all, there was so much noise in the room just now, and the nearby Li ghost screamed several times, and the knocker smashed the door frantically and shouted Deng Xiangui's name.

The people in the village should have reacted to so many noises.

No one has come here yet, either they have all been killed by ghosts, or they don't have the anomaly that the gap is here at all.

Yang Xuming tends to be the second one.

And after walking out of the door, Yang Xuming found that his location was no longer in front of the former Deng Xiangui's house.

The location of this house has indeed been moved.

Before Deng Xiangui had a big Huangguo tree at his door, now he can't see that Huangguo tree at all.

After walking out of the house, there was soft soil under his feet, and emerald green radish leaves grew out of the soil.

This is the vegetable field next to Deng Xiangui's house.

If Yang Xuming remembers correctly, this vegetable field is not farther out, it's a nearly vertical cliff.

Falling from there, you can probably fall a few hundred meters before falling into the Beipan River and smashing to pieces.

The idea of ​​this group of ghosts really was to push the house into the river!

Yang Xuming snorted coldly and said, "Ghost tricks."

He dragged the broad blade and walked into the mist.

"Aren't you very good? Come out for me!"

The sound of the sword tip dragging on the ground pierced and pierced, and it sounded inexplicably penetrating.

With the appearance of Yang Xuming, the movement of the house stopped.

The outside of the house seemed to have become a quiet ghost. There was no shadow or sound, only Yang Xuming's voice was constantly ringing.

"When I was in the house just now, I wanted to go in and kill me. Now that I am out, how about you? Come and kill me."

After putting on the longevity lock, Yang Xuming could already vaguely feel the location of the knocker.

The other party is constantly moving away from him, seeming to want to run farther.

After all, if that ghost gets close to Yang Xuming, it will definitely be controlled by the power of the longevity lock.

Now that Yang Xuming came out wearing a longevity lock, the ghost began to flee.

Yang Xuming couldn't find other ghosts for the time being, so he walked in the direction of that ghost's escape.

These ghosts may be defeated one by one.

The ghost in the room has been solved, and there are now four left.

Yang Xuming scanned the surroundings coldly, and didn't see any ghost around him.

Just as he walked, he felt a little cold touch on his back.

There seemed to be something lying on his back.

But Yang Xuming couldn't see it when he turned his head.

Maybe he can't see the little posture lying on his back?

Otherwise, Deng Xiangui and Fan Zhigang before him can see Xiaozi, why can't he see Xiaozi?

Is Xiaozi deliberately avoiding him? Don't want him to see it?

But speaking of Fan Zhigang, Yang Xuming's mood has become gloomy again.

The young man who died tragically was a thorn in his heart.

The death of the other party has a great relationship with the group of flower growers.

When Fan Zhigang died tragically, he made up his mind to kill all the flower growers who had murdered good people, in order to pay tribute to Fan Zhigang's spirit in the sky.

Of course, Yang Xuming would not let go of the female ghost of the other side flower as the culprit-if he had a chance to kill the other party.

No matter what identity that female ghost was in during her lifetime, or what she was entangled with, it doesn't mean that she can be forgiven for the evil deeds she committed after becoming a ghost.

As far as Yang Xuming is concerned, the female ghost from the other side of the flower, and her eagle-dogs, minions and flower growers, were all sentenced to death here.

In the mist, Yang Xuming was still walking slowly.

His speed is not fast, because the ghost is not running fast.

Moreover, the situation in this mist is unknown. Yang Xuming ran too fast, and might not be able to react when he was attacked.

He walked a short distance further, and could no longer see the room behind him.

But Yang Xuming didn't panic, and walked calmly.

Huang Guoshu, originally standing in front of Deng Xiangui's house, appeared in his field of vision.

It's just that the place where Deng Xiangui's house was originally located has now become a barren empty space with nothing.

I don't know how the ghost moved that room.

Yang Xuming raised a bell and shook it violently in the mist.

Bell Bell Bell——

The sound of bells spread far in the mist.

But this time, there were no screams of harsh ghosts around Yang Xuming.

Those powerful ghosts did not stay by Yang Xuming's side at the moment.

In Yang Xuming's induction, the knocker had already run very far, probably more than fifty meters away from him.

This distance may be short at ordinary times, but it means a long distance in the fog.

And this revealed a very bad message-is this mist covering such a large area?

But not far ahead, you will find other residential houses on the mud slope.

That knocker can run so far, he must have gone deep into the village.

Could this mist envelop the entire settlement of living people on the mud slope?

Yang Xuming frowned and continued to walk forward.

After following the memory for a short distance, Yang Xuming didn't walk long before he saw a concrete bungalow in the mist in front of him.

This house is the closest family home to Deng Xiangui’s. There is a cherry tree planted at the door and many chickens are raised freely.

However, when he approached this time, Yang Xuming did not hear the chirping voices.

The door of the empty house was dead, and even the originally verdant cherry tree seemed a bit strange and permeating at this time.

Because there are densely packed caterpillars on the bark, the number of terrifying numbers is shocking.

Yang Xuming didn't rush over, but stood three meters away, looking blankly at this strange folk house that might disappear from the mist at any time, frowning slightly.

If the entire village is shrouded in fog, what about the residents of this village? Where have you been?

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