All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 147: Mr. Yang, save me

"Almost completely harmless?"

Yang Xuming's eyes narrowed, "Almost harmless means... or there will be a little damage?"

Under his feet, Wu Xingliang trembled in pain, and said in a cold sweat.

"Where is there a free lunch in the world? The other side flower is an evil thing that grows in a terrible land of resentment. It feeds on the grievances of ghosts and the blood of living people. How can this kind of thing be completely harmless?"

"It's just that compared to decades of life extension and other gains, a little bit of damage to the body is harmless."

Wu Xingliang's words made Yang Xuming a little disappointed.

It seems that besides prolonging life, this Higan Flower doesn't have too much power.

For example, develop a super power or something.

But for most people, life extension for decades is already very powerful.

Yang Xuming said, "Then how did you contact the mask? Since you have seen her and she is your guide, you should be in contact?"

Wu Xingliang said with a pained expression, "How could I be in touch with her... Don't you know that a defensive heart is indispensable? She can't believe me, and I can't believe her. Although she is my guide, we will never again. I haven't contacted anymore."

"Even to hide from her, I change residences every three months, just don't want her to know my specific whereabouts."

"There are five cultivators of this Higan Flower. I have never seen anyone except the mask. Even the mask I have only seen one or two."

"You want me to help you find her, I really can't find it. But if you are really interested in Bianhua, I can help you go in and water your blood!"

Wu Xingliang offered this condition again.

Yang Xuming directly refused this time.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in Higan Flower. I..."

"Mr. Yang, help!"

Not far away, Ying Sixue's frightened cry suddenly sounded.

It seems that the old man attacked her.

Yang Xuming's face is ugly.

Rely...have found a real enemy, is this old man still attacking Ying Sixue?

Could it be that this old ghost just wants to kill them all one by one?

In Ying Sixue's painful voice, Yang Xuming rushed over.

His hand directly pressed the remote control.

The light of the chandelier flashed, and the living room was illuminated by the light again.

Ying Sixue next to the sofa was hanging a few centimeters above the ground, with a pained expression.

An old man with a translucent figure was strangling her neck forcefully, trying to choke her alive.

But the moment the lights came on, the old man let out a scream.

It suddenly released Ying Sixue, stepped back several steps, and hid behind the sofa, squatting there, holding its head, its figure becoming increasingly pale.

Ying Sixue's body fell heavily to the ground.

She sat on the ground, panting hard, clutching her neck, her face pale.

But just as the old man was hiding, a stern cat cry suddenly sounded in the living room.

The black cat that had been disappearing seemed to have premeditated and rushed towards Yang Xuming directly.

From the corner of Yang Xuming's eyes, a dark shadow was caught.

The gloomy chill rushed to his face.

Without hesitation, Yang Xuming waved the big sword in his hand and slammed it against the group of dark shadows.

The hideously shaped two-handed sword looks extremely heavy, but in Yang Xuming's hands it is as light as a wooden sword.

Easily, Yang Xuming directly swept the sword in a circle and slammed it heavily at the black cat in mid-air.

There was another stern cat cry in the living room.

The head of the black cat was directly beheaded by Yang Xuming and fell heavily to the ground.

Yang Xuming rushed to Ying Sixue's side, and directly raised his sword and slammed into the old man phantom hiding behind the sofa.

However, after Frostmourne smashed over, it passed directly through the old man's phantom.

It seemed that what was squatting there was just a false phantom.

Yang Xuming was stunned for a second, and Frostmourne slammed heavily on the floor, making a harsh explosion.

Behind Yang Xuming, Ying Sixue's horrified cry suddenly came.

"careful!"

The gloomy chill came from behind.

Yang Xuming was covered in hairs on his body, and hurriedly rushed forward.

A group of black shadows flew past his body and landed not far away.

Under the light, Yang Xuming saw the appearance of the black shadow.

It's the black cat.

But at this time, the shape of the black cat looked a little weird and disgusting.

The headless body stood up on its two hind feet, while the black cat's two front paws held its head, standing there like a human.

The billowing eyes on the black cat's head stared straight at Yang Xuming.

The moment Yang Xuming closed his eyes quickly, he heard the scream of the black cat.

The next second, a cold feeling appeared on his neck.

There seemed to be a sharp blade lying on his neck.

Yang Xuming's heart sank suddenly.

He knew that the black cat's ability was activated.

But this guy's abilities can be activated without looking in the mirror?

But thinking of the ghost infant's death before, it is obvious that as long as the black cat's eyes are looking directly at the object, it can be cut by it.

Yang Xuming tried to evade.

But the cold power came from all directions, and silently grabbed him.

He seemed to be pressed on the floor by countless pairs of ghost hands, unable to move at all.

Yang Xuming's heart was full of anxiety.

On the neck, I have already felt the pain of being separated from the flesh.

The harvesting speed of that invisible sickle was obviously much faster than when looking in the mirror.

Yang Xuming shouted out in anger, "Xiao Zi!"

A pair of pale arms came out silently from Yang Xuming's pocket.

But this time, the arms still couldn't catch any target. After a few virtual scratches in the air, without catching anything, the pale arm retracted silently into Yang Xuming's pocket.

But Yang Xuming already felt the blood staying out of his neck and wet the collar.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Li..."

A figure suddenly rushed to Yang Xuming.

Before Yang Xuming called out Li Zi's full name, Ying Sixue opened her arms and stopped between Yang Xuming and the black cat.

Her face was pale with fear.

The girl's body shivered constantly under the fear of death.

But she still stood firmly in front of Yang Xuming, turned her back to the black cat, blocking the black cat's sight.

At that moment, the cold feeling on Yang Xuming's neck dissipated.

But on the girl's neck, a shallow blood stain appeared silently.

The expression on Yang Xuming's face was full of shock.

The girl who was obviously weak but stubbornly standing in front of him was crying and shouting to him.

"Mr. Yang, save me!"