All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

A pair of pale arms stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket again.

It seems that the lesson from the last time has been learned, and Xiaozi's arm directly grabbed Soi Ying's wrist this time.

At the same time, she and Yang Xuming controlled the hands of the shadow wielding the big sword.

Then, Xiao Zi's hands began to drag the black shadow again, trying to drag the black shadow into the diary.

And because of Xiao Zi's help, Yang Xuming clearly felt that the pulling force on the hilt had weakened.

This shadow cannot deal with him and Xiao Zi at the same time!

In the dark bedroom, the black shadow's angry roar sounded.

The obese black shadow snarled frantically, trying to **** the big sword back.

But Yang Xuming's right hand and Xiao Zi's hands firmly controlled him, and the two sides fell into a tug-of-war deadlock.

It's just that this deadlock only lasted a few seconds, and the dark shadow tried to break the deadlock.

It roared, and its deathly miserable face slammed directly at Yang Xuming.

The cold chill made Yang Xuming's cheek hurt.

The middle-aged man's strange face, swollen with suffocation, came close to him in an instant.

But Yang Xuming still didn't back up. Seeing the black shadow's face bumped over, his left hand held the red candle and directly hit the black shadow in front of him.

The dim candlelight illuminates the ugly face of the dark shadow for an instant.

Unprepared, the black shadow's face just hit the red candle flame directly.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

In the bedroom, the black shadow's stern and painful howl of anger sounded.

It backed desperately, seeming to want to stay away from the beating flame.

The flame of the red candle seemed to cause great burn pain to its face.

In order to avoid the red candle in Yang Xuming's hand, it even directly released the big sword in its hand, and began to retreat frantically.

But unfortunately, its wrist was firmly grasped by Xiaozi.

Even if it releases the big sword, it can't stay away from Yang Xuming at all.

And the next second, an extremely heavy metal sword rounded up in the dark and slammed it heavily.

"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

An even more tragic howl sounded in the darkness.

The moment Sombra released the great sword and wanted to escape, Yang Xuming successfully took over the great sword, and used all his strength to go out directly.

A sword without an open front should logically be without a sharp edge.

However, when the blade fell on Soi Shadow's head, it turned out to be like a hot knife cutting into butter, cutting Soi Shadow's body into two in an instant.

Yang Xuming was stunned.

Fuck... so fierce?

But the black shadow that was cut in two didn't stop struggling, instead it bounced directly.

One of the dark shadows rushed towards the bottom of the bed, while the other dark shadow struggled to be swallowed into the diary by Xiaozi.

Yang Xuming watched as the dark shadow slipped into the bed and disappeared.

Rely on... can these ghosts continue to move if they are chopped up?

The familiar scene before him reminded Yang Xuming of the escaped ghost at home.

Well, or a ghost who escaped halfway.

Holding the sword, Yang Xuming stood in the bedroom and panted violently for several times before barely recovering.

The two-handed sword in his hand was heavier than he imagined, at least twenty catties.

He struggled with all his strength to get reconciled, and he wielded extremely laboriously.

"The Record of Life and Death" really counts on him to use this sword to deal with ghosts?

Although it is indeed a weapon against ghosts, it is too heavy!

Does this thing really have a human being able to wave it easily?

Yang Xuming felt that "The Record of Life and Death" might look down upon him too much.

In the darkness, he felt a dull pain in his shoulder.

Although this sword did not open the front, but about 20 kilograms of metal directly hit the shoulder, it is estimated that normal people can't stand it.

Yang Xuming even felt that he was lucky that he hadn't cracked his bones directly.

He stood in the dark and rested for a while. After regaining his strength, he looked at the big bed in front of him...or the bottom of the bed.

Yang Xuming said, "This uncle, can you come out and have a chat?"

Yang Xuming tried to reason, "I have seen your life experience just now and know why you died tragically."

"You were killed by the girl who got into your car late at night? She is a savage ghost, right?"

"You kindly took her on a journey, but in the end she pestered you and eventually killed you and your son. Don't you have any resentment towards her?"

"Why don't we make a deal, you teach me how to use this sword, how about I help you deal with that ghost?"

"The Record of Life and Death" asked Yang Xuming to find this sword, so this sword must be suitable for Yang Xuming.

Although always complaining about "Living and Death", Yang Xuming knows that "Living and Death" is indeed helping him.

It was impossible for him to find a sword that was too heavy to use.

In that case, there must be a way to make this sword lighter.

For example...Chaodu this resentment towards the ghost father and son?

The Jiang sisters were overwhelmed and left a pair of embroidered shoes to Yang Xuming.

Once this resentment against the ghost father and son is overtaken, perhaps the sword will become lighter, allowing Yang Xuming to wield it easily?

After all, it is a murder weapon that envelops resentment. It must be different from ordinary metal swords.

As for the scientific basis... all the ghosts have come out, and the scientific basis of the fart is also mentioned.

Yang Xuming stared at the bottom of the bed and said, "Uncle, can you come out? I'm not welcome if you don't come out."

The bottom of the dark bed was still silent, without any response.

Yang Xuming waited for a while, then said helplessly.

"Do you really think I can't do anything with you... Oh... Forget it, although you coldly rejected me, but who makes me feel soft?"

"I've seen the most shameful suffering in my life. It hurts me to see your father and son being ruined by a female ghost."

"I decided to help you whether you want it or not."

With that, Yang Xuming walked directly over and slammed the big bed in front of him.

Although this bed is heavy, it can be set off in batches.

Yang Xuming first lifted the mattress with the bed sheet and quilt, and then lifted the bed out.

In the darkness, there was a ping-pang bang, and finally the entire big bed was lifted out by Yang Xuming.

The dusty floor under the bed was completely exposed to the air.

However, there was no dark shadow on the bottom of the bed that Yang Xuming wanted to find.

Yes, it's just a rectangular wooden box.

"Ah?!" Yang Xuming was a little confused when he saw this scene.

He thought that Uncle Ghost would rush out and fight him desperately, but that guy disappeared?

Evaporation of the world? Is there such an operation?

Or...that guy hid in this wooden box?

Yang Xuming looked at the rectangular wooden box on the floor and narrowed his eyes.