All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

PS: The hospital rushed back just now. Sorry, everyone has been waiting for a long time.

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Brush brush-brush brush-

In the darkness, the voice seemed closer.

Yang Xuming sat there stiffly, his face sallow by the candlelight.

His fingers, holding the chopsticks tightly, kept tapping the empty bowl in front of him.

When-when-when-when-

This crisp knocking sound seemed to respond in the dark.

The rustling noise in the weeds seemed to be something crawling inside.

Moreover, it is very close to Yang Xuming.

A drop of cold sweat slowly dripped down Yang Xuming's forehead.

Could it be a poisonous snake crawling in the grass...

Or is it something more terrifying?

From the corner of Yang Xuming's eyes, he glanced at the direction of the sound.

However, there is nothing.

The weeds were all black, and nothing weird appeared.

And when Yang Xuming looked over, the sound in that direction suddenly disappeared.

It's like it has never appeared before.

Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze.

Looked in front of him.

"...?!" At that moment, Yang Xuming stiffened.

The moment he retracted his gaze, he clearly saw a dark figure running past the fork in the road in front of him.

Just waiting for him to take a closer look, the dark fork in the road was still cold and empty, and there was no figure at all.

Did you read it wrong?

Yang Xuming swallowed, did not dare to look around, and continued to knock on the bowl in front of him.

Dangdang-Dangdang-Dangdang-

Even Yang Xuming himself didn't notice that his bowling movements became more and more rush, and the rhythm became faster and faster.

This rapid knocking of the bowl seemed to be urging something.

In the darkness, the rustling voice rang again.

But this time, the weird voice rang from more than one direction.

His left, his right, his back... even in the distance in front of his right, this kind of weird rustling sound resounded in many places in the dark.

It seems that there are really many venomous snakes crawling in the grass.

This originally deserted and dark three-way intersection suddenly became lively.

Those rustling voices kept crawling towards and close to him.

It seems that getting closer and closer.

Yang Xuming can already clearly feel that the temperature in the air has become lower.

On his skin exposed to the air, a thin layer of goose bumps developed.

In the dim light of the candle, Yang Xuming's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

He held his chopsticks and continued to tap and tap.

Dangdang-Dangdang-Dangdang-

The sound of knocking the bowl became more and more rapid.

The flames of the three candles in front of him began to beat slowly, as if they were about to go out.

Behind Yang Xuming, the rustling sound closest to him seemed to have stopped behind him and stopped moving.

Yang Xuming sat there stiffly, feeling that someone behind him was looking at him in a daze.

But he dared not look back.

The thing seemed to be very close to him, and it seemed to be getting closer.

finally……

A pale arm slowly leaned out from behind Yang Xuming.

The dim light of the candle reflected this pale arm in terror.

There is really something behind him!

Yang Xuming's whole body became tense, and even his breathing stopped subconsciously.

He watched as the pale arm stretched out slowly and grabbed a handful of rice from the bowl in front of him.

Then, the pale, weird arm retracted back.

In the darkness, there was a strange chewing sound behind Yang Xuming.

The voice was very close, just behind his head, and the two sides were almost back to back!

The cold chill and unspeakable fear spread to Yang Xuming's limbs.

He felt his heart beating so fiercely that he would jump out of his chest at any time.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang-

Yang Xuming's action of knocking the bowl was almost crazy.

Because after retracting that hand, a new arm came out in the dark!

The light of the candle could originally illuminate the surrounding area of ​​about one meter.

However, at this moment, the dim light seemed to be compressed and could only illuminate Yang Xuming.

The darkness around him was as dark as thick ink, and Yang Xuming couldn't see anything.

And in this weird darkness, Yang Xuming's left front slowly stretched out his other pale hand.

This hand seemed to belong to an old man, thin and withered.

Under the light of the candle, it also grabbed a handful of rice.

Immediately afterwards, there was a chewing sound from Yang Xuming's front left.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha

Ha ha ha ha ——

The sound of food being chewed sounds terrifying at this moment.

Yang Xuming stared at the bowl of white rice in front of him, not daring to look at it casually.

Because in the darkness, more arms came out.

One, one, another...

He can no longer count the number of those arms.

Every arm grabbed a handful of rice from the bowl.

Then, in the darkness, the sounds of chewing came one after another in all directions. ,

Yang Xuming seemed to be sitting at the banquet table, with diners everywhere.

And he is sitting at the dining table now, surrounded by these guests!

The originally silent three-way intersection suddenly became extremely lively.

The flickering candle flame was beating frantically.

The body of the candle is shortening crazily at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And Yang Xuming, illuminated by candlelight, was tight and struck the empty bowl in front of him desperately.

The rapid and piercing sound of beating the bowl went crazy.

The horrible howling of a ghost like a urging ghost makes the scalp numb.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang-

The piercing sound of beating the bowl was already densely connected into a string, and together with the strange chewing noises around, it formed a terrifying movement.

Yang Xuming's arms became stiffer and he swung his chopsticks more and more vigorously.

finally--

Click!

With a harsh, crisp sound, the empty bowl in front of him was broken by him.

The rapid knocking of the bowl disappeared abruptly in the dark.

At the same time, those chewing noises around Yang Xuming also disappeared.

The darkness became extremely weird in an instant.

Sitting stiffly in the candlelight, Yang Xuming felt as if he was being stared at by countless pairs of eyes.

The weird glance after another made his scalp numb.

Grass!

Yang Xuming almost cursed.

His hand holding his chopsticks froze in the air, and he watched as the empty bowl in front of him was broken into two pieces.

The cracks in the broken porcelain bowl, like a big mouth, silently laughed at him.

He sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

Until a few seconds later, there was a rustling sound in the darkness.

Those voices seemed to leave slowly.

Did not approach him.

In the dim light of the candle, Yang Xuming realized that the ceramic bowl containing the rice was empty and there was no rice in it.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that he has survived?

He let out a long sigh of relief, and slumped weakly on the ground.

Then, a pale woman's arm suddenly stretched out of the empty bowl in front of him.

Caught him!