All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The words of the rickety figure made Yang Xuming frowned.

He asked, "Then I defeated Wu Xiaosong when I awakened the ability of a guide? What happened back then? Why did Xu Xuan stay in the world of Blood River? She played the role in this incident again. What kind of role?"

This is an issue that Yang Xuming is extremely concerned about, and it is a shadow he can't let go of.

He has a terrible conjecture, but no matter how terrible the conjecture is, he must face it, ask it, and know the answer.

However, the figure on the edge of the cliff just lowered its head, moving more and more hurriedly to sculpt what was in his hand.

And because of the angle, Yang Xuming couldn't see what he was sculpting at all.

A few seconds later, Yang Xuming heard its slow, hoarse whisper.

"Opening the blood door, sending your power in, and still sending it to the other side of the blood river, this is an extremely dangerous thing."

"Need help from an assistant."

"However, unlike you, you can easily reach here because of my existence as a media guide."

"But your father and Xu Xuan don't have such a medium. If they want to get here, they have to make their own way."

"This process was extremely difficult, and they paid an extremely expensive price."

"The price was so heavy that they even exceeded their imagination."

"The end result is what you see before your eyes. Your father died tragically and turned into a ghost wandering outside the blood gate, guarding your abilities forever and waiting for the day when your abilities return."

"And Xu Xuan was left in the world of Blood River and turned into a weird, half-human, half-ghost, nondescript existence."

"Neither human nor ghost, no joy, no pain, no sorrow, no meaning, deprived of the best things to be a living being."

"Neither alive nor dead."

"All she has left is her obsession with you and the intense love that is so twisted that it can hardly be resolved."

Having said this, the rickety figure paused and said, "Don't feel guilty, and don't feel uneasy. What happened back then is different from what you imagined."

"What you played in the incident was not a prankster kid, but more like a hero who turned the tide."

"It's a pity that the hero's power is too strong, but it caused a more serious tragedy...but you are not the fault."

"These things, after you recover your memory, you will gradually understand."

The rickety figure slowly said, "It's almost time, you should also leave."

"Do you have anything else to ask? Let's ask together now."

"In the last time of my existence, I can answer all your questions."

A faint **** mist drifted in this barren world.

Yang Xuming stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the crouching figure in front of him, uncertain.

He thought for a while before asking.

"Can I save Xu Xuan?"

The figure shook his head.

"No, and no need."

"Xu Xuan doesn't need your help, and she doesn't need you to help."

"For you at this time, she is the most difficult threat. You should be wary of her and be careful of her."

"Her plan is about to succeed. When she really comes to you, you will find that this girl will be the hardest enemy in your life to defeat."

"Even if her strength, maybe not so strong..."

The rickety figure put down the carving knife in his hand, and the hands that had been so busy since Yang Xuming appeared, finally calmed down at this time.

It sat there, looking at the plain in the distance, with his hands hanging beside him, and said slowly.

"Don't let emotions shake your heart, you are in a dangerous state now."

"Now that you don't know anything, you have begun to feel soft to her."

"If you recover all your memories, if she finds it again..."

The figure on the edge of the cliff turned his head, looked at Yang Xuming stupidly, and uttered a word without emotion, "You will die."

Under the dim light of blood, Yang Xuming was speechless.

He looked at the face in front of him that looked exactly the same as himself, and after a long silence, he asked.

"Have you done it?"

The figure nodded, "It's done,"

Yang Xuming asked again, "Then can we go?"

"Yes," the figure nodded again.

It turned its head and stood up slowly, holding something cautiously in its hands.

Seeing its cautious movement, Yang Xuming asked, "Now can you tell me what is in your hand? Why have you been carving it?"

In the dim blood light, on the side of the barren cliff, the rickety figure slowly turned around.

It looked at Yang Xuming and said calmly.

"A very common thing, I don't know why I keep carving it."

"But your instinct urges me to do this."

"I have been carving for seven years and have broken it countless times. This time I finally achieved the most perfect success."

"It's a pity that I can only stay here, I can't let you take it out."

"Although I don't even understand what a pity means, but your instinct tells me that you must do this, and you must carve it out. This is what you want to do."

On the edge of the cliff, the rickety figure raised the sculpture in his hand and said to Yang Xuming expressionlessly.

"As your half body, your instinct tells me that you will never be able to go back to when you were a kid now."

"Even if you have retrieved your memory, but your state of mind will never go back to the original."

"You now have too many feelings that you can't give up, and you can no longer focus on your childhood."

"So, at least there must be someone to remember her, someone to cherish her, and someone to always remember that she is the only one in your life."

"This is the only role I play under your instinct."

The sculpture in the hands of the figure can be seen very clearly under the dim blood light.

That is a small portrait.

Smiling faces, slightly curved corners of the mouth, mischievous and playful smiling faces-this stone sculpture is carved by a girl named Xu Xuan.

Slowly, the rickety figure carefully cupped both hands, handed the stone sculpture to Yang Xuming, and said hoarsely.

"Remember this moment... although you will soon forget."

"But at least at this moment, at a certain moment in your life, your heart only cherishes one person."

"At this moment, this person is your only one..."

"The only thing that can't be undone..."

In the slow and husky voice of the figure, it slowly disappeared beside Yang Xuming.

Only the small stone sculpture remained in the trembling palm of his hand, raised his head in the dim light of blood, and smiled playfully at him.

Smiles so cute...

Xu Xuan...