All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the darkness, the red candlelight dissipated the surrounding darkness.

Yang Xuming's living room is not big.

He pulled off the blindfold and rushed to the middle of the living room, which took less than two seconds.

And the thick willow branches have been heavily drawn on the black shadow in the middle of the living room.

At the same time, the red candlelight in Yang Xuming's left hand reflected a hideous, ugly, bloodstained face in the darkness.

That is an ugly old woman!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the darkness, a piercing howling sounded.

When the willow branches covered with Yang Xuming's blood were drawn to the old woman, a sharp howling sounded.

Yang Xuming only saw the opponent's face, that black shadow rushed out frantically like a fish that had been shocked by electricity.

Obviously it looks like a figure with hands and feet, but the opponent's limbs are twisted into a shocking angle.

It looks like it was killed by a broken limb.

It can be seen that the speed of this old woman is very fast.

The moment it was drawn by a willow branch, the entire shadow bounced out.

But the red embroidered shoes on its feet seemed extremely heavy and dragged it down.

Yang Xuming could clearly feel that the shadowy movement of putting on these embroidered shoes was extremely awkward.

Like a prisoner with a big iron ball tied to his feet.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming caught up with Sombra again and forced the opponent into the corner.

He waved the willow branches and whipped the shadow frantically.

A scream and howl screamed constantly.

The light of the red candle reflected all the sadness of the dark shadow.

This is indeed an old woman in a terrible state of death.

Its limbs and head were all screwed off violently, as if they had been broken into a ball alive.

But under the shining of the candle light, the black shadow's body was still covered with strange blood holes.

Each of those blood holes was about the size of a girl's palm.

Like being poked alive with hands into a hornet's nest.

This strange state of death made the scalp numb.

Every blood hole looked like dark eyes staring at Yang Xuming.

He waved the willow branches crazily and beat the shadows.

And this miserable old woman tried to escape several times, but the red embroidered shoes hindered her actions.

The red candle in Yang Xuming's hand illuminated the light. It seemed to be afraid of the burning candle and did not dare to force it. It could only scream and huddled in the corner and let Yang Xuming beat it frantically.

But other than that, Sombra seems unscathed?

Apart from being screamed and screamed again and again, there was no way it was hurt.

As for Yang Xuming, his right hand was already sour.

Seeing this, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and shouted directly.

"Xiaozi! Swallow it!"

In the darkness, a strange chill rushed across.

In Yang Xuming's pocket, two pale and strange arms stretched out silently.

The movements of these two hands were not fast, but they directly caught the dark shadow who was twisting desperately in the corner of the wall.

The shadow seemed to have seen these pale hands.

Apart from screaming and howling, the black shadow who had never reacted to anything other than screamed in pain.

"Plum! I was wrong! Let me go... Let me go!"

The black shadow wailed and begged in the direction of Li Zi's room.

However, in the darkness, Li Zi's room was quiet and there was no sound.

The pale arms sticking out of Yang Xuming's pocket had already grabbed the shoulders of the black shadow.

Then, those pale arms slowly retracted.

Even though this strange black shadow with a blood hole struggling desperately, he couldn't get rid of those pale hands at all.

Its body was pulled into Yang Xuming's pocket little by little.

Inside, there is Xiaozi's diary!

Yang Xuming thought for a while, and directly took out the diary, and gave up the action of whipping the shadow.

In the dim light in the corner of the living room, he pointed the opened diary at the dark shadow.

And the shadow was struggling madly, howling miserably, and seemed to realize the terrible end of being sucked in.

It cried out the name of plum and tried to ask for forgiveness and help.

However, in Li Zi's room, it has always been quiet and no sound can be heard.

In the end, when the shadow was drawn to the front of the diary, there was a harsh tearing sound in the darkness.

A black shadow flashed past Yang Xuming's eyes.

He was stunned for a second, before he could react, he was bumped and fell to the ground.

Damn it? ! Ran?

Yang Xuming jumped up abruptly, but found that the diary was still slowly devouring a convulsive and struggling shadow.

But it is a pity that this shadow only has half of his shoulders and body left.

As for the remaining half of the body, it has ran to the direction of the gate.

The moment Yang Xuming turned his head, he saw a black figure with only his head and half of his body pushing open the door, jumping out on one foot.

Disappear into the darkness outside.

And on the floor in front of him, the pale pink diary is still slowly devouring the remaining half of the dark shadow.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming didn't say a word, carrying the willow branches and the red candle, and rushed out.

But when he rushed outside, the corridor was empty and there was nothing to see.

The half of the shadow that rushed out disappeared without a trace.

A cold wind blew in, and Yang Xuming, who was standing at the door, struck a spirit, and eased his mind from the tension on the blood.

He stood there hesitating for a few seconds. When he was thinking about whether to chase him down, the door of the rental house opposite was opened.

A middle-aged man with stubble and pajamas looked at him curiously.

The two looked at each other, and Yang Xuming subconsciously blew out the red candle in his hand.

And this middle-aged man in pajamas glanced at the dark room behind Yang Xuming and asked, "Have you heard an old man's screams?"

After speaking, the middle-aged man glanced at the willow branch in Yang Xuming's hand.

Yang Xuming twitched his mouth and shook his head quickly, "No, I also heard the voice and came out to see."

Quietly, Yang Xuming carried the thick willow branches behind his back.

The middle-aged man took another look at the dark room behind Yang Xuming, then shook his head, "Which old man screamed so badly this night? Has something happened? Who is abusing the old man?"

The door opened one after another upstairs and downstairs.

It seems that everyone has come out to check the situation?

Seeing this situation, Yang Xuming knew that he might not be able to catch up with the half of the shadow tonight.

Although most of the people living in this building are students, there is almost no one after the holiday.

But there are still several households.

The screams of the old lady came from the building in the middle of the night. Wouldn't someone call the police?

In order to get rid of suspicion and not cause trouble, Yang Xuming casually chatted with the middle-aged uncle and went back to the house quickly.

Plan to clean up the crime scene.