All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Yang Xuming's face was pale with anger when he saw Feitou at risk.

This is so... this female ghost is pretty smart, knows how to pick up the leak?

Seeing that his neck was once again entangled with blood-red tentacles, Yang Xuming shouted urgently.

"Xiaozi!"

A pair of pale ghost hands suddenly stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket.

But the next second, these pale ghost hands twitched suddenly, as if they were electrocuted.

Immediately afterwards, the ghost hand quickly retracted into the diary.

Before Yang Xuming could react, he felt the diary in his pocket vibrated several times, and then two blood-red tentacles were sprayed out.

Then, Xiaozi lost her reaction.

No matter how Yang Xuming shouted, the diary could only respond with a few painful shocks.

But those pale ghost hands never stretched out again.

Yang Xuming's expression is a bit dark.

This situation...Can't the tentacles of the flying head be swallowed?

Did Xiao Zi eat something bad?

Depend on……

He raised his head and looked at the head floating above his head.

But he found that the head was also looking at him indifferently.

The sights of the two sides crossed, and in the rotten eye sockets of the human head, the eyes were glowing with weird light.

And the blood-red tentacles one after another were slowly wrapping around Yang Xuming and his father, and slowly tightening.

The movements of these tentacles were not in a hurry, it seemed that the figure in the blood-clothed hat under the fear was violent again.

Although Yang Xuming felt the crisis of death, his body was pierced by the spirit-calling flag, and the blood was constantly being absorbed by the flag cloth. He felt that his body was too weak to move.

She can only stand frozen in the snow, keeping this posture of poking each other with her father, motionless.

And the father in front of him just kept roaring in anger, but he didn't notice the increasing blood red tentacles on his body.

This burly figure in a blood cloak seemed to be all focused on Yang Xuming at the moment.

As for the human head floating above it, it didn't respond.

However, Ying Sixue in the distance saw the deadlock, gritted his teeth, and rushed over directly.

She waved the mobile phone in her hand and slammed it at the head above Yang Xuming viciously.

"Go away!"

The smartphone drew an arc in the air and hit the head heavily.

However, the human head didn't respond, and didn't suffer any harm. He just turned his head indifferently and looked at Ying Sixue.

Facing this terrifying human head, Ying Sixue didn't have any fear to cower. Instead, she stared at the human head in mid-air fiercely, and shouted, "Look at your mother! You have the ability to chase me!"

Ying Sixue took out a bell from his pocket and slammed the bell into the head of the person in the air.

This cat bell appeared on her body inexplicably when she hit a ghost. With the disappearance of the cat evil spirit, this cat bell no longer reacted.

However, out of caution, Ying Sixue has always been with him, and now the dead horse is thrown out as a living horse doctor, wanting to see if the bell can hurt the female ghost.

After all, something that was once a ghost, should it be somewhat powerful?

But the result disappointed her. The bell fell on the head without any response, and fell like a mobile phone.

And the head just stared at her indifferently, without any response.

Ying Sixue smashed everything out of her body.

Keys, wallets, watches... even the shoes on her feet were taken off by her and hit the head.

But none of these things can cause any damage to that head, and they can't even make the opponent move the target.

"Let go of him! You **** ghost! Let go of him!"

There was a hint of cry in Ying Sixue's shout.

At this time, Yang Xuming was already pale due to excessive blood loss, and even his footsteps were a little unstable.

The robbing rod that stabbed deeper and deeper had penetrated his chest and protruded from his back. The pale banner cloth was squeezed into the flesh and blood, but Yang Xuming screamed and lost his strength.

He stood there pale, his body swaying slightly, as if he might fall down at any time.

And the tentacles on his neck had tightened to the point that he felt difficult to breathe.

In a dazed sluggishness, Yang Xuming muttered, "Hurry up...Run away, Miss..."

His voice was extremely weak, "Leave me alone, take Lin Qiu...Run..."

Ying Sixue seemed to have not heard the advice. She lost everything on her body, and finally couldn't find anything to throw away.

In the snow, the barefoot girl suddenly raised her head, staring at the head in midair with her eyes, and suddenly rushed out.

"You let him go!"

Amid the crying cry of the girl, she rushed directly to Yang Xuming's side, then jumped fiercely, and reached out and hugged the head of the person in mid-air.

This time, the head finally reacted.

Several blood-red tentacles wrapped around Ying Sixue, but Ying Sixue stepped on Yang Xuming's body with her feet and climbed up.

Her face and the head of this person floating in mid-air face each other.

The head with a rotten face and a dull expression looked at Ying Sixue, the expression on his face did not have any emotional fluctuations, but a few tentacles finally wrapped around.

But before the tentacles were entangled in Ying Sixue's body, she grew up directly at the head of the person in front of her, biting it viciously.

The rotten corpse water spurted out in an instant.

Ying Sixue bit directly on the nose of the head, biting her teeth and tearing it desperately.

However, even so, the head did not react in any excitement.

It was still floating there, and Ying Sixue was still biting its face, motionless.

Until a few tentacles entangled Ying Sixue's neck, then she dragged her away.

Then, Ying Sixue, who was struggling desperately, was wrapped around her neck by tentacles, hung in mid-air, and hung in front of Yang Xuming's eyes.

When the eyes of both sides met, Ying Sixue's struggling movement stopped.

She lowered her head and looked at Yang Xuming with a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.

A person who hangs and suffocates can't even say the last words he wants to say...

Ying Sixue closed her eyes slowly.

At that moment, Yang Xuming's eyes turned red.

His hazy consciousness instantly awoke, and the unspeakable pain almost occupied his heart.

Watching the girl hanging above her head close her eyes, Yang Xuming let out a scream of pain.

"Miss!"

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Yang Xuming let out a scream of grief.

His eyes were bloodshot and red from the pain.

The moment Ying Sixue closed his eyes, Yang Xuming only felt that his mind shook suddenly, as if he was hit by a high-speed train head-on, and his entire consciousness became blank.

In his eyes, only Ying Sixue on the top of his head, and a line of tears falling from the corner of the opponent's eyes...

"Miss!"

In his desperate howl, the pale ghost fire burning on Yang Xuming's body suddenly trembled.

Then, these blazing wildfires gradually changed color.

The gloomy pale color gradually stained with the weird and evil pitch black, and finally spread to the whole body.

The dark and evil weird black flame burned crazily in the wind and snow, and in an instant spread along those tentacles to the heads of people in mid-air.