All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

"His...head hurts..."

Yang Xuming, who suddenly sat up from the bed, rubbed his temples vigorously, his face hurting.

The violent storm outside the window still enveloped the entire city.

He sat on the big hotel bed in a daze for two seconds, but couldn't remember when he went to bed.

Coming back from the river in the afternoon, what does he seem to be going to do?

Yang Xuming sat naked on the bed and thought about it, but couldn't remember it.

Because the balcony door was not closed properly, the cold wind poured in along the crack of the door, and Yang Xuming, who was naked to the upper body, was a little cold.

He paid attention, only to realize that he was naked all over, only wearing pants.

A certain sense of disobedience, which is not quite right, fermented in Yang Xuming's heart.

He looked at everything in front of him dumbfounded, somewhat unable to understand.

Because he couldn't remember when he took off his clothes and went to sleep, there was only a vague general impression in his mind.

But I can’t remember when I went to bed. This is actually not very strange. It’s probably because I feel dizzy.

But I can't remember when I took off my clothes, which is very wrong.

Because when he fell asleep in a hotel outside, he would never put his naked body in a hotel bed linen like this, so he must wear pajamas.

This kind of slight habit of cleanliness has long been a habit of Yang Xuming.

Even if it is a so-called five-star hotel, Yang Xuming is not at ease with this seemingly clean sheet and duvet cover.

But at this time, he was not only fainted, and he hardly remembered when he fell asleep. He even couldn't remember when he took off his clothes and fell asleep, why he took off his clothes and fell asleep?

This made Yang Xuming's heart immediately lifted.

Something is wrong...very right...very wrong!

Although Yang Xuming looked relaxed after returning from Peng Ze, he never let go of his vigilance.

After all, Jiujiang is a place for raising ghosts. If you are active in this city, you may be attacked by ghost raisers at any time.

At the moment when he realized that something was wrong, Yang Xuming immediately thought of the existence of a ghost raiser.

Could it be...what did the ghost raiser do in secret?

Has he been attacked by a ghost?

After realizing this, Yang Xuming got out of bed and put on pajamas neatly folded by the bed.

Well, neatly folded pajamas... This is even more wrong.

Regarding the handling of clothes, Yang Xuming has always thrown them into a ball casually.

This kind of bad living habit has been accused by Li Zi countless times. Although Yang Xuming changed it on the surface, he would fold his clothes neatly every time.

But once Li Zi is not around, he will let himself go again, throwing away his changed clothes casually.

Li Zi has been away from him for so long, and Yang Xuming almost forgets what it feels like to fold up his clothes and arrange them.

The pajamas in front of me were neatly folded and placed on the head of the bed, as if nothing had happened.

... Isn't this nonsense? !

If nothing happened, this pile of pajamas should be piled up on the sofa in a mess.

Yang Xuming paced the room expressionlessly, frowning and observing everything in front of him.

However, everything in the room is normal, and there is nothing special about it.

The rain was pouring outside the window, violent lightning flashed across the sky, and the loud thunder rumbling through the earth.

With such a heavy rain, it is impossible to even travel.

In other words, the ghost guy had already entered the hotel before the rainstorm came?

But what does the other party want to do?

In other words, since Yang Xuming has been attacked, why hasn't he died?

Could it be said that all this is just a false illusion, the enemy's ability?

Yang Xuming was slightly concentrating, and a faint white ghost fire spread all over his body.

The ability of wildfire, everything is normal.

He even switched different colors, and the three colors of ghost fire can be used at will.

Taking out Xiaozi's diary, it also did not respond to his call, and the diary could not be opened no matter what he did.

Open the wooden box and take out Frostmourne. It is still a light sword, but you can feel the whistling wind while waving it. It is indeed a very heavy alloy sword.

Yang Xuming tried to bite himself and it hurt. Yang Xuming, who was injured many times, clearly felt the truth of the pain.

This is definitely not an illusion, it is impossible to have such a real illusion.

So in other words, did the enemy just interfere with his memory?

Yang Xuming carried the wooden box, carrying the marriage candle between "Living and Death" and Li Zi, as well as Xiaozi's diary.

He started looking for the embroidered shoes in the house, and finally looked around, only to find the hidden red embroidered shoe in the shadow at the top of the wardrobe.

"Did you find anything?"

Staring at the embroidered shoes in his hand, Yang Xuming asked, "Why are you hiding it again?"

After speaking, Yang Xuming suddenly realized something.

"No... If you really hide because you feel danger, you have hid several times from last night to now... Does every time you hide, it means that I have encountered a crisis?"

"The enemy is nearby?"

Staring at the embroidered shoes in his hand, Yang Xuming retreated abruptly, his back pressed against the wall, and looked nervously at the hotel suite in front of him.

The creepy feeling appeared in an instant.

Has the enemy been here several times?

He quickly took out his cell phone and wanted to make a call to Yue Zhentao, but the call was temporarily unavailable.

Yang Xuming was uncomfortable.

"Why still can't get through... Ms. Yue, where did you go? The phone keeps not getting through, is the signal so bad?!"

With his back against the wall and nervously looking at the dimly lit room in front of him, Yang Xuming felt completely insecure.

Yue Zhentao still can't contact, what should he do?

Are you going to find Ying Sixue next door?

If the enemy really came to attack him, Ying Sixue might also be patronized, right?

Yang Xuming thought so.

But something strange happened.

Even though she realized that Ying Sixue's situation might be in crisis, and she needed to rush to meet her immediately, Yang Xuming couldn't step out with her feet.

There is no other reason, but subconsciously not wanting to go, unwilling to go.

"This is so evil..."

Feeling the inexplicable reluctance in his heart, Yang Xuming was a little confused.

He felt that he still valued Sixue's safety, why should Ying Sixue be in danger now, but he refused to help?

Didn't he care about Ying Sixue as much as he thought?

Yang Xuming frowned, thought for a while, opened the chat software, and wanted to contact Ying Sixue with his mobile phone.

A phone call shouldn't affect...Yang Xuming comforted himself like this.

However, when he opened the chat software, he saw an unread message.

This message was sent by Yang Xuming's trumpet, which is basically not used, two hours ago.

At that time, he should have just returned to the hotel not long?

It's strange, why does my trumpet send a message to myself? Could it be that this trumpet was stolen?

After Yang Xuming clicked in, he saw the message sent by the trumpet.

A very simple sentence.

——Ying Sixue is a ghost.