All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the fog, the white car with the open door of the cab parked quietly on the side of the road.

On the quiet asphalt road, a pale ghost fire was burning.

Yang Xuming did not immediately take back these ghost fires, but allowed them to pave the road.

Anyway, the ghost fires released will go out by themselves in a short time, so that if they burn, they can also test whether there are ghosts entering the road.

To be on the safe side, the two did not approach the white car parked on the side of the road, but walked along the side of the road on the other side.

To their left is the sill, but the fog is too dense to see what is under the sill.

Because it is unknown, it is full of danger.

The road ridge shrouded in mist feels like an invisible cliff. Once it falls, there may be no bones left.

The two continued to walk forward, carefully guarding the surroundings of the white car.

However, until they passed the white car, the road was still quiet and silent, and nothing strange happened.

There was no attack, no assassination, and no ghost crawling out. It seemed that the car was really just a car parked on the side of the road, without any special features.

Ying Sixue breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's keep going."

Yang Xuming has been watching the white car behind him without taking it lightly.

But the two had already gone far, and in the end the entire white car was shrouded in fog and invisible, and it was still not attacked.

Ying Sixue said in a low voice, "It looks like there are surprises waiting for us."

Yang Xuming understood what she meant. Since the ghost in the car is gone, he must have gone to the front.

I just don't know what the ghost did when he suddenly abandoned the car and went to the front.

The two continued to move forward, Yang Xuming always paying attention to the movement behind him.

However, everything behind them was as usual, silent in the mist, without any weirdness.

And as the white car disappeared, they found that the road ahead had changed.

It is no longer a modern asphalt road, but a dry and old loess road, which seems to have been abandoned for a long time.

This road is very similar to the abandoned road leading to the small village of Linjiaba.

Yang Xuming and the others know that walking in here is what Deng Xiangui called Wangjiabao.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Xuming moved closer to Ying Sixue.

"Let's go."

He didn't have any exhortations, because Ying Sixue didn't need him to exhort them.

So Yang Xuming only said an understatement of nonsense.

Both of them took their right foot at the same time and took a step towards the path ahead.

moment……

"Um?!"

Yang Xuming in the mist was slightly taken aback.

When his foot touched the loess pavement, an indescribable sense of disobedience suddenly rose in his heart, as if something had been mistaken by him.

He subconsciously looked at Ying Sixue next to him, but found that the surrounding fog suddenly rioted.

The violent mist whizzed and whirled, and flooded directly towards them.

In an instant, Ying Sixue, who was carrying Lin Qiu, was drowned in the mist and completely disappeared from Yang Xuming's vision.

In the mist boiling, Yang Xuming seemed to have lost his eyesight, and could only see a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Miss!"

Yang Xuming subconsciously stretched out his hand and grabbed into the mist beside him.

He caught a cold hand.

And that hand didn't give him any response, obviously he and Ying Sixue should be close at hand.

But after hearing Yang Xuming's exclamation, the people around him did not answer.

In the mist of frenzied riots, Yang Xuming's cry stopped abruptly.

His body froze.

"Who is there……"

In the mist, Yang Xuming's gloomy voice sounded.

What he held was a cold female hand.

The skin is not rough, it can even be said to be tender, it is a girl's hand.

But this hand looked stiff and cold.

This is not a hand that a living person should have.

Yang Xuming took a deep breath, spoke again, and roared fiercely.

"Who is there!"

The heavy skeletal sword was viciously smashed out by him and smashed into the mist.

However, the moment Yang Xuming raised his sword, the world completely shrouded in mist changed.

All the fog suddenly disappeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision. Unspeakable power erupted beside Yang Xuming, beside him, the woman with cold palms!

All the fog was dispersed to ten meters away in the blink of an eye.

With Yang Xuming as the center, within a radius of ten meters, there is only a hard yellow mud ground, and there is no trace of fog.

Those mists were all writhing and boiling painfully ten meters away, trying to submerge here.

But an invisible force excluded all the fog.

Within this ten-meter radius, there were only Yang Xuming and... the scarlet figure beside him.

The scarlet wedding gown was sewn like blood.

The pale skin is no longer soft and smooth in life.

The long black hair fell down, giving people an inexplicable sense of horror.

She stood there, standing beside Yang Xuming quietly, looking at the depths of the mist ahead.

The girl named Lizi...or, female ghost, she didn't know when she stood beside Yang Xuming.

And what Yang Xuming held tightly was her hand.

Those dead hands that could no longer feel the warmth.

Yang Xuming's breathing stopped instantly.

The raised skull sword stopped in mid-air along with the stiff arm, not falling, unable to fall.

At the moment when he saw the figure of the big red wedding dress, Yang Xuming's pupils suddenly shrank in disbelief.

"Plum?!"

There was an incredible shout in his mouth.

However, the figure in the wedding dress next to him did not look at him, she just stood there, quietly looking at the depths of the mist ahead.

It seems to be looking at something in the depths of the mist.

All Yang Xuming can see is her profile.

The profile that was once familiar but now looks strange.

The scarlet blood slowly left along the corner of Li Zi's eyes, turning into two horrible lines of blood and tears.

In the cold cold wind, Yang Xuming seemed to hear a gloomy and strange voice.

The voice seemed to be ringing around him, and it seemed to be ringing at the same time in all directions, with strange echoes, and people's scalp numb.

That's... Plum's voice.

"Want to go forward..."

Yang Xuming's ears, the surrounding area, and the whole world heard the low and mysterious echoes.

"If you go forward...dead."

Standing there blankly, looking at the figure in front of him, Yang Xuming felt that he had auditory hallucinations.

Because he actually heard Li Zi's familiar, rustling low smile, with a malicious low smile.

"I will give you a choice..."

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The malicious low laughter made Yang Xuming very familiar.

That was the low smile that his girlfriend would make every time he teased him.

And every time Yang Xuming will be miserable...

"If you choose to retreat, you don't have to die in their hands."

By Yang Xuming's side, he had turned into Li Gui's girlfriend with a low smile, with obvious malice, and said so.