All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the darkness, Yang Xuming soon fell asleep.

In the past half month, he has been tortured by successive nightmares and has hardly ever slept well.

That's why he seems to have sunken eye sockets and apathetic at this time.

Although Yang Xuming guessed what would happen tonight, he was too sleepy and tired.

After asking the ghost, he felt unspeakably tired.

Even if he wanted to open his eyes to see what happened next, when his head touched the pillow, tiredness surged up.

Yang Xuming fell asleep quickly.

In the dark world, he did not know how long he slept.

Then he heard a knock on the door.

Yang Xuming sat up slowly, and found that the bedroom door had been opened at some point.

In the empty corridor, it was dark and nothing was seen.

But Yang Xuming did not run to close the door.

Because the moment he saw this scene, he understood one thing.

—He is dreaming.

For the past ten days, he would have the same dream every night.

Soon, there will be a weird woman wearing a red wedding gown covered in blood slowly crawling out of the shadow of the corridor outside the door.

The woman crawled in a little distance every day, and finally climbed onto his bed last night and strangled his neck.

Will the other party come tonight?

Yang Xuming's eyes stared straight out the door.

In the dream, his thinking was hazy.

Obviously knowing what might happen next, his heart is full of horror, but his body is sitting there quietly, unable to control it.

Yang Xuming is also accustomed to this strange state like a ghost press that his body cannot control.

So he sat there quietly, without resisting.

But soon, Yang Xuming realized that the dream he had tonight seemed different.

The knock on the door continued to sound.

Obviously the door was open, but there were constant knocks at the door.

The red woman who should have slowly crawled out of the shadows did not appear tonight.

In the dark corridor, there was only a puddle of dark red blood. I don't know who left it.

In the previous dream, Yang Xuming had never seen this pool of blood.

The knock on the door lasted for a long time and then disappeared.

In the quiet darkness, Yang Xuming seemed to realize something.

This knock on the door... is it coming from the real world?

Just outside his bedroom door, who is really knocking on the door?

Once this thought appeared, it quickly occupied Yang Xuming's entire mind like a poisonous snake.

He suddenly wondered who knocked on his bedroom door in the middle of the night.

Immediately afterwards, a low voice came from outside the door.

"Yang Xuming...Yang Xuming..."

This voice sounded familiar, it seemed to be an old acquaintance of Yang Xuming, and it gave him a very cordial feeling.

He somewhat wanted to get up to see who the other party was.

But at this moment, the window shook violently, and it seemed that someone was beating the window violently.

It's really strange. This is obviously the fifth floor. Why can someone slap the window outside?

And this force is so strong, the glass should have been broken long ago? Why can't the other party break it?

Yang Xuming is very curious.

He also wanted to open the curtains and open the window to see who was outside.

But the sound of the window shaking soon disappeared.

It seemed that the people outside the window could not be sure whether Yang Xuming was in the bedroom because of the curtains, so they left?

On the contrary, it was the voice in the corridor outside the door that had been calling Yang Xuming's name in a low voice.

"Yang Xuming...Yang Xuming...Yang Xuming..."

"Come out... come out... come out..."

There was an inexplicable magical power in the low call, which made Yang Xuming anxious to get up and check.

He felt that the voice was very familiar and kind, like some important acquaintance of his.

But he couldn't remember who it was.

And the other party keeps calling him outside, did something happen? Need his help?

Thinking like this, Yang Xuming got out of bed slowly.

It is strange that he should not be able to move in his sleep.

But tonight, the situation is a bit strange.

Yang Xuming looked at the dark corridor outside the door blankly, slowly raised his foot and walked outside.

It's really strange...

Who is that person outside? Why does the voice sound so familiar?

Why did you keep shouting outside, but refused to come in?

what is going on…

Yang Xuming walked in a daze, walking and walking, not knowing how long he had been walking.

He felt like he had walked a long distance, and he didn't seem to have walked far.

Because he hasn't reached the door yet.

At this time, he was still some distance away from the bedroom door.

The voice in the corridor seemed to be a little closer to him.

The whispering whispers sounded like a sound in his ears, making him anxious to go faster and walk over to take a look.

"Come here...Yang Xuming...Come here..."

The voice sounded so urgent and so happy.

At the moment when Yang Xuming finally walked to the door, a faint light suddenly lit up behind Yang Xuming.

The light was dim and dim, it looked like the light of a candle, and it gave people a very weak feeling.

But the moment this light came on, the darkness in the corridor outside the door was illuminated.

In the darkness facing Yang Xuming's bedroom, a bedroom door slowly opened, revealing the scene inside.

There used to be Plum's bedroom.

But after the two fell in love, this bedroom became a mere cloakroom and dressing room.

Nowadays, a dim light was shining into this room, and from afar, Yang Xuming saw a touch of red in the depths of the bedroom.

-In front of the white dressing table, there was a woman in red sitting there with her back facing him.

That scarlet wedding gown looked extremely dazzling.

Yang Xuming couldn't see her front clearly, only a pair of pale hands appeared occasionally.

The other party seems to be dressing up in front of the dressing table?

Yang Xuming swallowed and seemed to realize something.

"Li... plum?"

However, no one heard Yang Xuming's voice.

The low voice in the corridor still kept ringing.

It's just that the other party is obviously anxious because of Yang Xuming's stopping.

"Yang Xuming... Yang Xuming... come out... come out..."

This voice didn't seem to see the big red figure behind it sitting quietly in front of the dressing table and washing up.

But Yang Xuming's mind returned to Qingming.

He recognized the voice that kept calling him.

This voice was the voice that kept responding to him in the bathroom before.

Is the other party at the door right now?

Yang Xuming slowly opened his eyes.

-With his clear thinking, he not only wakes up from that hazy state, but also wakes up from his dreams.

He lowered his head and saw his hand on the doorknob of the bedroom door.

If he wakes up a few seconds later, the bedroom door in front of him will be opened by him?

Outside the door, the voice still called Yang Xuming in a low voice.

It's just that in reality, this voice lost the magic power of confusing thinking in the dream, and instead made Yang Xuming extremely bored.

Yang Xuming looked at the closed bedroom door coldly, and was silent for two seconds.

Then…

Kick **** the door.

boom!

With a loud noise, the bedroom door was shaken by Yang Xuming's kick.

Immediately afterwards, there was Yang Xuming's angry roar.

"Call, call... call your mother! Do you have the ability to come in?"

The sound outside the door was instantly dumb.

In the quiet night, only Yang Xuming's angry roar spread far away.

"Call your mother at night!"