All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming almost exhausted his patience for this drunk man named Deng Xiangui, and his heart was full of disgust.

This kind of drunkard + gambling ghost is really the crumbs of the world, not pleasing.

The longevity lock had been hidden before, but it turned out to be hidden after the longevity lock was handed over.

Fortunately, this information error did not cause any irreversible consequences, otherwise Yang Xuming would really not let this sleazy drunkard.

He stood at the door, guarding the fog outside the door, while observing Deng Xiangui's actions.

I saw that Deng Xiangui walked to the front of the shrine, carefully stretched his hand to the back of the shrine, and then took out a long strip.

After Deng Xiangui took the things, Yang Xuming could see clearly what this long strip was.

This is a rolled paper. The paper is thick, but it feels weird to the touch.

It doesn't feel like paper, but like dry human skin.

He even felt that the surface of the paper had lines and pores unique to Pete.

Yang Xuming frowned and looked at Deng Xiangui, "This is what's in the wine bottle? It's not wine?"

Deng Xiangui nodded with a weeping face, "It's really not wine. When I opened the box, there was really such a picture in the wine bottle, like a flower arrangement."

"After I opened it, I found that it was a painting, and it was pretty good. I wanted to sell it as an antique someday. Maybe I could make some wine money."

Yang Xuming took the painting but did not open it immediately. Instead, he looked at Deng Xiangui and said, "Really there is no more hiding?"

"It's really gone, Master Yang, you have to believe me," Deng Xiangui looked sad and shocked.

It seems that Yang Xuming has robbed him of his heart.

Yang Xuming stared at him and nodded, "OK, since Lao Deng said that, then I believe you."

"But the ugly thing is at the forefront. I have been deceived so many times by you, and clay figurines have fire, not to mention that I am not a clay figurine yet, so I am very angry."

"Never mind the previous thing, since you are confessed, then I won't pursue it."

"But then, if I find out that you are cheating and deceiving me, then I won't be so easy to talk about."

Yang Xuming snorted coldly, "Xiao Zi! Catch him!"

The pale ghost hand suddenly stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket, and quickly caught Deng Xiangui who wanted to run.

The moment the body was caught, the cold and abhorrent chill quickly spread to Deng Xiangui's whole body. The sense of horror that his body and soul were almost frozen and unable to break free made his face pale in fright.

"Master Yang Yang Yang Yang Yang!" Deng Xiangui stammered and cried, "Didn't you say that you don't want me to be held accountable?"

Yang Xuming sneered and watched Deng Xiangui being dragged by Xiaozi's ghost hands for a few seconds before stopping Xiaozi.

"Let go of him," Yang Xuming finished, and the pale ghost hand quickly retracted into Yang Xuming's pocket.

Like something dirty, it retracted quickly this time.

And Yang Xuming looked at the drunk who was so scared that he fell to the ground and his pants were wet, and said coldly, "This is a warning. If you didn't lie to me, then forget it."

"But if you have something to hide... if it is swallowed by my little posture, there are no bones left, and the police can't find a clue."

"So I'll give you one more chance at the end. Is there anything else hidden? Think about it carefully. Now you can hand it over with impunity."

Yang Xuming's eyes were fierce like evil spirits, "If you don't have sex, then you must pray that I will discover that you are deceiving later...understand?"

Deng Xiangui nodded desperately with a frightened expression.

Then he hesitated for a few seconds, and immediately removed a string of rosary beads on his wrist, lowering his head not to look at Yang Xuming's face.

"This...this is what was tied to the mouth of the wine bottle at the time. I...I think it might be of any use."

Yang Xuming looked at him indifferently, not surprisingly.

He reached for the rosary and asked, "Are there any more?"

Deng Xiangui desperately shook his head, "It's gone, it's gone, this time it's really gone! If there are any more, Master Yang, throw me out to feed the ghosts! I really didn't hide anything."

Yang Xuming just opened the painting in his hand and ignored the guy lying on the ground with his pants wet.

The painting in his hand is not big, otherwise it would not be possible to roll it up and put it in a wine bottle.

But after fully opening it, you can clearly see every stroke of the paint in the scroll.

Although this painting is similar to Chinese painting, its style is very realistic. It seems that the artist should have been influenced by Western oil painting.

The character in the painting is a girl, and her upper body is depicted in the scroll, and the body from the chest is drawn into the painting.

However, the artist's technique is obviously not very good, because the character's expression is a bit stiff.

Once this realistic style of painting becomes stiff with expressions and facial features, it immediately becomes weird.

Yang Xuming opened the picture scroll and seemed to see a woman with a stiff expression and dull eyes sitting quietly in the flower, looking at him strangely.

The person in this painting...a bit familiar.

Yang Xuming murmured.

Wouldn't it bring the big man in the sedan chair...

Yang Xuming opened the scroll and looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly found something weird.

The areas of the girl's skin in this picture are gradually becoming pale.

The pale color quickly spread to all the skin of the girl in the painting, and at first glance it looked like a strange corpse.

No, it's just a corpse...

Yang Xuming looked at the girl in the painting in astonishment, and suddenly realized that the girl's expression was no longer stiff.

The other party was looking at him coldly, his expression became dull and his facial features became like a stiff corpse in a morgue.

This is so scary!

Yang Xuming's eyes widened, no longer doubting.

The girl depicted in this painting is the eldest lady of the Wang family and the real owner of the red embroidered shoes!

Because after the girl's skin in the painting became as pale as a corpse, black sharp nails grew on her fingers, exactly the same as the hand that Yang Xuming had seen twice before lifting the car curtain!

In addition, when I saw the female ghost in the nightmare, every time the other party came out of the fog... Could it be that the ghost corresponding to this character painting is the eldest lady of the Wang family?

It's foggy outside now... Is that Miss Wang's also here?

What is this...

Yang Xuming looked out the door abruptly, his expression a little ugly.

The horror of that Miss Wang's family, he had personally experienced it twice.

It snatched Li Zi's ghost in person, and Li Zi didn't do anything. This kind of strength that can make Li Zi jealous is definitely not a normal ghost.

Is this fierce female ghost outside now?

When Yang Xuming looked at the fog outside the door again, he became nervous.

The mist suddenly became scary and terrifying.

It seems that in the depths of the fog, there may be a festive and strange suona at any time, or a red welcoming team may appear...

PS: Although staying up late is not good, but a good writing state is hard to come by! Just ask for a monthly pass!