All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

What is this...

Without saying anything, Yang Xuming jumped directly from the floor.

The thing inside is definitely the scariest thing in the air-raid shelter.

Even the ghost was scared and ran away.

There is no doubt that if Yang Xuming hit that thing, it would be even worse.

He turned and wanted to run back, at least running back to the **** area behind him.

If you can see it, you have a little chance of winning.

In such a dark place, there is no way to guard against an attack in the dark.

What's more, the other passage in that blood red area seems to be a safe house, as long as you enter it, you won't be found by ghosts.

Yang Xuming almost panicked and ran back to the red area covered with blood.

The gloomy blood filled the area in front of him.

The thick blood red, as thick as a flowing mist, was about to materialize.

However, in this previously empty blood-red world, there were rows of slyly smiling figures standing at this time.

They stood in the center of the blood-red world, blocking Yang Xuming's path.

All ghosts had a hideous and weird smile on their faces, and they all stared at Yang Xuming.

The moment Yang Xuming saw these ghosts, he stopped quickly.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine... nine of them!

Have all the ghosts in the air-raid shelter arrived?

And behind him, the slow and heavy footsteps were slowly approaching.

Yang Xuming was stuck in the middle, struggling to retreat.

In the blood red area, the ghosts all smiled strangely after seeing Yang Xuming appear.

Then, the ghost on the far left spoke.

"Yang Xuming."

Then, the second ghost from the left also spoke.

"Yang Xuming."

One by one, all the ghosts spoke up.

"Yang Xuming."

"Yang Xuming..."

"Yang Xuming..."

"Yang Xuming..."

Every time these ghosts shouted, Yang Xuming felt something in his body being pulled out.

His body began to weaken gradually.

Yang Xuming's heart shuddered, knowing that this is a ghost's ability should be to **** the vitality and power in his body.

Once all his power is taken away, it will become food for these ghosts.

Among these ghosts, he heard the sound of one ghost.

——Outside Fan Zhigang's house.

So the thing wandering outside Fan Zhigang's house is indeed a ghost in the air-raid shelter?

Yang Xuming took a deep breath.

Before all these ghosts had finished calling his name, he had already dragged his hideous sword towards them.

The sword body made of alloy dragged heavily behind Yang Xuming.

As Yang Xuming started to run, the tip of the sword rubbed against the concrete floor and made a harsh sound.

Like a roaring drum of war.

Yang Xuming ran wildly and rushed towards the ghost in front of him.

Facing these ghosts with a sly smile on his face, instead of retreating, he directly charged in the opposite direction.

"Call your mother!"

Yang Xuming roared, "Shut up all to Laozi!"

His roar was like a roar of thunder, and it overwhelmed all the sounds in the air-raid shelter in an instant.

The violent roar, like the roar of a fierce beast.

Yang Xuming's heavy sword was swung out by Yang Xuming.

Directly smashed the ghost ahead.

"Die to me!"

The alloy sword slammed heavily at the ghost that wandered outside Fan Zhigang's house.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a tunic suit and a watch. His face was pale and his eyes burst. He should be the owner of the rice noodle factory.

Faced with Yang Xuming's heavy Frostmourne, all the ghosts didn't care.

They still stared at Yang Xuming, with strange smiles on their faces, calling out Yang Xuming's name.

"Yang Xu..."

Puff--

There was a weird soft noise, like the sound of a balloon being punctured.

The smiles on the ghosts' faces all froze.

Because after the seemingly ordinary Frostmourne fell, he directly split the smiling rice noodle factory owner in half!

The other ghosts hadn't even reacted yet, Yang Xuming had already rushed in front of them, violently waved Frostmourne into a circle, and a circle nearly three meters in diameter was danced among these ghosts!

In an instant, the stump flew around with his broken arm.

Before these smirking ghosts could react, their bodies were cut in two.

But before these ghosts escaped, Yang Xuming, who had one blow, waved Frostmourne again, slashing the weird ones that had been cut in half crazily.

The Frostmourne of the Qingruo Wooden Sword almost appeared afterimages after being brandished by him.

In the roaring sound of breaking wind, all the ghost images were torn into pieces by Yang Xuming's sword.

Only the two ghosts standing on the edge were not affected by the sword because of the distance.

But when they saw such a scene, they immediately turned and fled without hesitation.

But Yang Xuming didn't let them go, and rushed towards the nearest ghost.

With one sword, the skinny old man was smashed to the ground.

Then the sword slashed, cutting the old man into seven or eight fragments, and he could only wriggle weakly on the ground.

Another ghost that ran away was a thin, tall boy.

It runs faster and moves more sensitively, and at this time it has reached the entrance of the spiral staircase.

He was about to run out of this blood-red area.

However, there was a sound of breaking through the air behind him, and the moment the little boy turned his head, a huge sword with a hideous shape flew directly and pierced its body heavily.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!!!"

There was a cry of despair in the little boy's mouth.

But the next second, a more desperate picture appeared.

The tall, strong man who looked like an iron tower rushed to its front and grabbed the big sword stuck in the boy's body.

Then, pull it out.

Chop hard!

Two seconds later, the little boy also turned into a pile of fragments, his stump and his broken arm wriggling weakly on the floor.

Yang Xuming directly took out the diary, pointed it at the ghost fragments on the floor, and said.

"Xiaozi!"

The pale pink diary suddenly opened.

Yang Xuming was stunned for a moment... where's your hand?

He hadn't reacted yet, and a strong suction suddenly appeared in the diary he opened.

The ghost fragments that spread throughout the blood red area all flew up, and were all sucked into the diary under the action of this powerful suction.

No one is left.

Facing the strange suction power of this diary, these ghosts that had been chopped into pieces were obviously powerless to resist, and they were all swallowed.

Yang Xuming looked stunned.

……Depend on! Is there such an operation?

Why haven't I seen Xiao Zi used it before?

New ability?

Yang Xuming glanced at the diary in his hand and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

This little posture... seems to be getting more and more fierce.

If this continues, he will not breed a more terrifying ghost...