All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Since "The Record of Life and Death" did not answer Yang Xuming, Yang Xuming did not wait any longer.

He put the pink notebook in his handbag, put away "The Record of Life and Death", and turned around to go home directly.

After tossing outside for most of the night, Yang Xuming was also a little sleepy.

If this continues, the biological clock will be disordered.

Yang Xuming sighed, walked alone through the dark aisle, climbed to the fifth floor, and then carefully pushed open the door of his home.

After pushing the door open, Yang Xuming immediately took out the red candle in the shoe cabinet at the door.

After getting the red candle, Yang Xuming felt a little sense of security.

To some extent, the length of this red candle almost represents the length of his blood bar, right?

The burning of the red candle also means that Yang Xuming's blood bar has returned to zero.

He closed the door carefully, and then walked into the house.

It is early in the morning, and there may be ghost activities in this room.

But Yang Xuming did not delay and walked directly to the bedroom.

At the very least, the bedroom should be considered safe?

When passing by Li Zi's room, Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds.

Then he knocked gently on the door of the room.

"Plum? Are you asleep?"

The room was silent and there was no response.

But Yang Xuming did not expect to hear any answer.

He stood at the door and said, "I am about to find a way to help you. No matter what you encounter in Jiujiang, I will seek justice for you."

"When you came back before, I did feel scared."

"But now I have calmed down. Compared with fear, I am more angry."

"I want to go to Jiujiang, want to help you, want to know the cause of all this."

"So please wait for me, I will find a way to help you soon!"

Yang Xuming wanted to share his feelings with his lover, and he also wanted to let Li Zi know that he was working hard.

These words may not comfort a resentful spirit who has died tragically, but as a boyfriend, these things are all he should do.

After saying these words, Yang Xuming took a deep breath, did not stop, and continued to walk to the bedroom.

However…

"...?!" As soon as Yang Xumen took a step, he found himself standing there stiffly, motionless.

His body seemed to be out of control, and it seemed to be frozen by the ice.

No matter how his brain gave orders to act, his body remained rigid.

A dark shadow spread out from under Li Zi's door at some point, and joined Yang Xuming's shadow.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Xuming only felt that he was stiff, and he had lost control of this body.

And his body is getting colder and colder.

It started to feel difficult to breathe.

The world in front of me is getting blurred.

Yang Xuming seems to have seen the marquee of life...

A certain feeling that life is passing makes him feel that his body is getting weaker and weaker.

There is no doubt that Li Zi wants to kill him!

And it's now!

But the red candle in Yang Xuming's hand was silent, without any response.

Yang Xuming's eyes dilated due to dying.

This red candle burns wildly when the plum is hostile.

But when Li Zi killed him now, Hong Zhu didn't respond?

In Yang Xuming's chaotic thoughts, he suddenly remembered the sentence in "The Record of Life and Death".

[The more she likes you, the more she wants you]

"..."

In the dimly lit corridor, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth abruptly and roared out.

"Fool Li! Have you really become a fool?!"

"It's not now to kill me!"

The nickname Yang Xuming called out seemed to have worked.

The strange feelings that suffocated him and were cold all over his body suddenly slowed down a lot.

Yang Xuming's sight returned a little focus.

He stood there with a pale face, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Even if you want to die, you have to wait for the red candle to burn out before you kill me, right?"

"Since you gave me this candle, please keep the promise!"

"If I can't help you find justice before this candle burns out, kill it with you, I will never resist!"

There was no response to Yang Xuming's words.

In the dark, he stood there stiffly, waiting for a few seconds.

The feeling of cold suffocation gradually dissipated.

The black shadow under his feet also retracted into Li Zi's room silently.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Xuming regained his mobility.

He clutched his chest and coughed and gasped. The painful feeling of suffocation almost made his lungs explode.

After leaning on the wall to take a breath, Yang Xuming barely recovered.

Then he turned around and looked at the closed door.

Yang Xuming was silent for a while.

He said slowly, "Fool Li, you are really a fool."

After speaking, he turned and walked into his bedroom and closed the door.

This time, instead of putting the embroidered shoes by his pillow, he hung them behind the door.

Maybe you can rely on embroidered shoes to stun the ghosts in the house?

Although I don't know if it works, Yang Xuming doesn't want to put these embroidered shoes next to the pillow anymore.

He didn't want to hit Hong Sha again, he didn't want to see the real owner of these red shoes.

After doing this, Yang Xuming didn't even wash his feet, so he undressed and went to bed, ready to go to bed.

Li Zi's reaction was beyond his expectations.

He was lying under the quilt, staring straight at the ceiling, and he was silent for a while.

Li fool, this is the nickname Yang Xuming gave to Li before.

Yang Xuming used to make fun of Li Zi when two people were making fun of each other.

It seemed that a long time had passed since this familiar and unfamiliar name came out of his mouth last time.

He didn't even know that he would use this name to call plum again, it would be at this time...

In the darkness, Yang Xuming sighed long, then closed his eyes.

Fell asleep.

In the quiet room, only Yang Xuming's calm breathing can be heard.

And shortly after Yang Xuming fell asleep, there was a strange sound in the bathroom that had not been moving.

Squeak —

The sound of opening the door came from the bathroom next door.

Although the voice was faint, it was extremely harsh in the dark.

Then, there were slow footsteps, slowly approaching Yang Xuming's bedroom.

At the same time, on the window outside the bedroom, through the curtains, a dark shadow could be vaguely seen on the window.

Yang Xuming in his sleep frowned unconsciously and rolled over.

Not aware of all this.

The temperature in the bedroom seems to be getting lower and lower.

It can be clearly seen that the black shadow lying on the glass outside the window slowly raised his hand in the moonlight, trying to slap the window.

But at this moment, a girl's cold snort suddenly sounded in the room.

There seemed to be endless resentment and anger in that voice.

In an instant, the black image outside the window was stung by a needle, and disappeared.

And outside Yang Xuming's bedroom, the sound of slow approaching footsteps suddenly turned into a crawling sound of hurriedly leaving.

Something seems to have fled into the bathroom in a panic.

In this two-bedroom rental house, it quickly became quiet.

Yang Xuming in his sleep turned over again, as if he couldn't notice the cold anymore, his brows unconsciously stretched out.

This night, Yang Xuming slept soundly.