All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

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The sound of the bedroom door being pushed open seemed a bit strange in the quiet night.

Yang Xuming was lying on the floor, unable to move.

His eyes widened, trying to see the figure at the door.

In the dim light, a fat middle-aged man stood expressionlessly at the door.

In his hand, he was dragging a long, majestic sword with an extremely exaggerated shape.

The black rune on the sword is full of evil.

The horned skull on the sword hilt seemed to be screaming and howling.

The middle-aged man's expression was cold, and as he walked into the house, the moonlight shining through the gap in the curtain fell on his face.

Yang Xuming saw his face clearly.

It was a dead man's face.

The skin has turned into a weird blue-gray color, his eyes burst and bulge, and the corners of his eyes and nostrils are bleeding outwards.

This suffocation and tragic death made people suspect that he was strangled alive.

Yang Xuming felt a little panic.

Because the body of the middle-aged man slowly approached with the exaggerated sword.

And he, unable to move, could only continue to lie there, watching the corpse approaching him with a large sword.

Then, the body of the middle-aged man walked to Yang Xuming's side.

In the dim light, it lowered its head, and its bursting eyes stared directly at Yang Xuming who was sleeping on the floor.

Then, the corpse held the hilt with both hands and suddenly lifted the heavy sword...

The unspeakable cold suddenly spread to Yang Xuming's limbs.

The moment the body of the middle-aged man raised the big sword, a faint candle light suddenly lit up in Yang Xuming's hand.

The dim candlelight stung Yang Xuming violently like a thorn, and directly awakened him from the nightmare.

"...?!"

In the bedroom, Yang Xuming lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

An exaggerated two-handed sword appeared in his field of vision, and the sharp point of the sword was directly inserted into his chest!

At the critical moment, Yang Xuming rolled abruptly, avoiding the terrifying blow that could pierce his stomach.

The metal sword fell heavily on the bed, pierced the mattress directly, and made a weird muffled noise.

While Yang Xuming rolled out, he didn't stop, waved the willow branch in his hand and jumped up.

Smashed heavily at the black figure beside the bed!

Just when he was asleep, beside his bed, there was also a dark figure exactly like the one in the dream holding a big sword trying to stab him.

At the critical moment, the power of the red candle awakened him.

Now in the darkness, the red candle flame in Yang Xuming's hand was beating frantically, as if he felt an extremely powerful hostility.

With the light of the red candle, Yang Xuming could see the black shadow's face clearly.

It is indeed that fat middle-aged man!

The ghost of the dead house father is in this bedroom!

Obviously the bedroom door was not opened, but the other party just appeared out of thin air.

So "The Record of Life and Death" asked Yang Xuming to lie down on the bed in order to bring out the ghost of the dead house father?

Before Yang Xuming had time to think about it, the fat shadow roared angrily.

Obviously, it was angry at Yang Xuming's escape.

Without the slightest hesitation, it suddenly drew the exaggerated two-handed sword from the bed, and then swung the one-meter-long sword and slammed it against Yang Xuming.

The broad blade is as thick as an adult's arm.

Yang Xuming subconsciously raised willow branches to block.

Click!

With a crisp sound, this thick willow branch was directly broken by the heavy sword.

The icy sword body hit Yang Xuming's shoulder heavily.

His body staggered and fell directly to the ground.

This sword is heavier than he thought!

In front of him, the dark shadow once again swung the big sword in his hand and slammed it heavily towards Yang Xuming who was lying on the floor.

Try to kill them all.

At the juncture of life and death, Yang Xuming endured the pain in his shoulder and rolled forward vigorously.

Dodged the fatal blow.

when!

There was a loud noise, and the floor was smashed by the giant sword to the ground.

And Yang Xuming's body had already rushed straight towards the dark shadow wielding the big sword.

Then, he passed through this dark shadow...

Yang Xuming was stunned.

NS! Ghosts really have no entities?

And behind him, there was a whirring sound of breaking wind again.

The dark shadow wielded a huge two-handed sword again!

Yang Xuming continued to roll forward in embarrassment, barely avoiding the swing of this great sword.

Behind him, there was a loud piercing noise again.

The floor seemed to be smashed again by a big sword.

And Yang Xuming has been forced to the corner.

He turned around abruptly and saw a gloomy black figure standing in the middle of the room, looking at him coldly.

The opponent's hand was dragging a two-handed sword that was more than one meter long and weighed less than 20 kilograms.

And in his hand, only half of the broken willow sticks...

In the darkness, the two sides looked at each other strangely for two seconds.

Then, the black shadow roared and rushed over with the two-handed sword.

The huge two-handed sword hit Yang Xuming in the corner heavily!

Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and rushed out.

Half of the willow branch in his hand was lifted up, trying to block the heavy sword.

The powerful impact made Yang Xuming's right hand numb.

The big sword that smashed was too heavy, he couldn't stop it at all, the heavy sword directly pressed the willow branches and slammed heavily on his shoulder.

The huge impact hit Yang Xuming's shoulder.

At that moment, Yang Xuming only felt that his eyes were dark and his chest was stuffy, and he almost fell to the ground on the spot.

But he endured the pain, gritted his teeth and roared.

"Xiaozi!"

A pair of pale hands suddenly stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket, and grabbed the black shadow in front of him.

This black shadow that could not be touched by Yang Xuming was firmly grasped by those pale hands.

The powerful devouring force began to pull the shadow.

However, the next second, the sound of breaking wind sounded again.

The obese shadow retracted the huge sword and slashed heavily at the hands between him and Yang Xuming.

With a scream, the two pale hands quickly retracted into Yang Xuming's pockets as if frightened.

It seemed that Xiaozi was afraid of being cut by this sword.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming suddenly understood-this sword is the weapon that "Records of Life and Death" let him find!

He stared fiercely at the fat dark figure in front of him, and rushed directly.

Xiaozi flinched, but he had no plans to flinch.

Taking advantage of the gap in which the black shadow retracted the sword, Yang Xuming roared and once again narrowed the distance between the two sides.

He threw away the willow branches directly, and his thick right hand grabbed the black shadow holding the sword...or, the hilt!

This shadow cannot be touched, can't this sword also be touched?

This sword is an entity!

Yang Xuming's thick right hand viciously grasped the hilt of the big sword.

Then, he pulled hard, trying to grab the sword.

But another stronger pulling force came from the hilt. This shadow seemed to be stronger than Yang Xuming's?

The sawing between the two sides only lasted for a second, and Yang Xuming roared out again.

"Xiaozi!"