All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

After returning to the car with Ying Sixue, Yang Xuming decided to leave.

The sky at this time has already begun to dim.

Early winter has entered the end of November, and it gets dark early.

After all, Yang Xuming took a pregnant woman, so from any angle, he shouldn't spend the night outside.

He started the car and left with the co-pilot Ying Sixue.

Although Wang Ling's family warmly invited them to leave after dinner, Ying Sixue said that she felt a little sick in her stomach and wanted to return to the city as soon as possible.

Yang Xuming had no choice but to resign the good guys from Wang Ling's family.

The car with its headlights drove on the mountain road and left the Xuanshan group.

When they merged into the main road, the sky was completely dark.

The mountains under the night are extremely quiet, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

Yang Xuming and the others drove on this slightly remote asphalt road, heading towards the city at the fastest speed.

Because the co-pilot's Ying Sixue had been clutching her belly, gasping in a low voice with an uncomfortable expression, looking very painful.

In the Xuanshan group, she was just a little uncomfortable.

But over time, this uncomfortable feeling became stronger and stronger.

By this time, it was even so strong that Ying Sixue was holding his stomach and gasping in a low voice with pain on his face.

Yang Xuming, who was driving, was a little nervous, and a little apprehensive.

As a pregnant woman, Ying Sixue suddenly suffered from abdominal pain like this. What happened to it...

Because I took her out for too long? Feeling fetal gas?

Or is it a more serious result?

Yang Xuming was anxious and frightened like an ant on a hot pot, wishing to immediately grow wings and fly into the city, and take Ying Sixue to the hospital for a visit.

The occasional car lights on the road ahead turned Yang Xuming in the driver's seat pale.

His heart is extremely painful.

Ying Sixue's panting in the front passenger seat became more and more painful, and even his body began to tremble.

That painful gasp, every time it sounded, it was like a sharp needle piercing Yang Xuming's heart, causing his heart to twist like a pain.

Own child...

My third child...

The car was racing on the road into the city.

Ying Sixue who was beside Yang Xuming had gradually stopped her painful gasps, and her body no longer trembling.

But apart from the heavy breathing, there was no other reaction.

Are you unconscious...

Yang Xuming closed his eyes in pain, and his heart felt colic.

The hand holding the steering wheel was violent.

The headlights of the car heading towards him made his expression pale and terrifying, like a terrifying evil spirit.

But the car was quiet.

Ying Sixue, the co-pilot, fell asleep deeply, only breathing sounded.

Yang Xuming, who was driving, stared at the front indifferently, as if nothing had happened, and there was no word.

The car is extremely quiet.

In the end, the car finally drove into the city and stopped outside the hospital building.

Yang Xuming calmly opened the car door, calmly picked up the sleeping co-pilot Ying Sixue, and walked into the emergency room with her in his arms.

Calm as an emotionless machine.

Half an hour later, on the corridor of the hospital, Yang Xuming lowered his head and sat quietly under the dim light, waiting for the results in the emergency room.

The cold light in the aisle cast his shadow on the ground, like a twisted monster.

The hospital at night is very quiet, so quiet that there are not many sounds.

Yang Xuming sat quietly, waiting for the result.

However, what the result was, he had already understood in his heart...

Bell Bell Bell——

A strange bell rang in the quiet corridor.

Yang Xuming, who was sitting with his head down, had a dull face, thinking about something in a daze, but didn't hear the ringtone.

But the bell did not go away, nor did it disappear, instead it gradually approached.

Bell Bell Bell—— Bell Bell Bell— Bell Bell Bell—

The crisp bell, mixed with slow footsteps, rang at the other end of the corridor.

The temperature in the air has become much colder.

Yang Xuming smelled the faint smell of blood floating in the air.

This time, he finally heard the sound of footsteps and bells.

Raising his head subconsciously, Yang Xuming looked towards the end of the corridor.

There, I don't know when a figure in a blood cloak appeared.

The hoisting banner with bells swayed gently in the opponent's hand.

Every time it shook, a crisp bell rang.

A red cloth hung from the edge of the blood-red hat, covering the face of this tall figure.

But when he saw this blood-red figure, Yang Xuming had already recognized the identity of the other party.

"dad……"

Yang Xuming stood up in shock, looking at his father at the end of the corridor with some disbelief.

Regardless of whether the ritual is successful or not, as the corpse melts, the father's soul will also disappear.

Why does it still appear here?

In the next second, he finally saw a different place.

The figure in the blood cloak at the end of the corridor is translucent, and you can even see the wall behind it through its figure.

Obviously, it is not a ghost that is wandering there at this time, it is just a residual obsession...Can Nian?

Yang Xuming slowly lowered his head and murmured, "Dad, are you here to blame me?"

"I'm dereliction of duty again and failed to keep my child..."

However, the blood cloak at the end of the corridor just stood there, looking at him, and did not come over.

The soul-seeking banner in the opponent's hand swayed gently.

Yang Xuming heard a hoarse, low, and intermittent voice.

"No...no...yes..."

The intermittent sound, like a communication frequency band interfered by strong signals, could hardly identify the original communication content.

In Yang Xuming's stunned gaze, the father at the end of the corridor firmly held the hoisting banner, as if desperately resisting some kind of power.

But the next second, its resistance failed.

The figure of the blood cloak faded slowly, no matter how hard it struggled, it still disappeared.

Disappeared in the corridor.

The only thing Yang Xuming heard was an intermittent strange sentence that could not be heard at all.

"Fake...save...save..."

Standing blankly in the corridor, Yang Xuming was stunned.

Fake...save...

The sudden appearance of my father meant to tell him something?

Fake...save...

What does it mean?

Does my father want to say that its ablation is fake and ask Yang Xuming to save it?

But Yang Xuming carefully checked, that the ablated corpse was indeed the remains of his father, and there can be no mistake.

After all, the kind of corpse with powerful ghost power is absolutely impossible to impersonate.

So what does the father want to tell him?

Yang Xuming frowned and thought, trying to come up with a result.

But at this moment, the emergency room door behind him was pushed open, and the doctor and nurse pushed out the pale Ying Sixue.

The doctor asked, "Who are Ying Sixue's family members?"

Yang Xuming quickly turned around, "I am."

The doctor looked at him and said, "Unexpected miscarriage...please be sorry."

Yang Xuming's brain buzzed...blank.