All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

As Yang Xuming said, his thinking became clear.

"Moreover, this spider comes from outside the village. It will constantly try to enter the village, indicating that something in the village attracts it."

"Then what attracts it in this village?"

"A pure sacrifice? Or does it just want to kill?"

"It can't be the main body in the temple..."

Yang Xuming looked at Ying Sixue and said, "The corpse in the Buddhist hall is undoubtedly the core point here."

"Whether it is good thoughts or evil thoughts, they are all born of it."

"Every time this evil thought spider enters the village, if it just wants to kill, then the first thing to bear is the burnt ghosts in the rooms on both sides...well, the guys hiding in the shrine."

"But this spider is not interested in those burning ghosts. It seems to be walking directly in the direction of the bamboo forest."

"Even if it found us, it didn't attack us at the first time. It just lay down and watched and waited."

"Think about it this way, maybe it wasn't that there was something in this room that frightened the spider."

Yang Xuming said, "Maybe it simply doesn't want to kill us."

"Because under normal circumstances, it takes away a victim and disappears. It doesn't want to disappear without seeing the real target."

"It's just that the black shadow that knocked the gong later attracted it and made it fly out uncontrollably."

"And now, even if it kills people and eats ghosts, it won't easily disappear. It starts to play with prey unscrupulously and lure blood coffin ghosts."

"After the trap failed to attract new prey, it didn't stop and walked directly toward the depths of the bamboo forest..."

Yang Xuming said, "If it just wants to eat ghosts or kill, there are still a bunch of burnt ghosts hiding in shrines to kill it."

"But it went directly to the bamboo forest... Either the dark shadows in the bamboo forest are really attractive to it, or its purpose is a Buddhist temple deep in the bamboo forest!"

Yang Xuming's speculation made Ying Sixue look at it with admiration.

"The analysis is very reasonable... But are you really the Xiao Ming classmate I know?"

Ying Sixue stared her eyes and asked, "You won't be possessed by evil spirits, will you?"

Yang Xuming was a little speechless, "What do you think of me... a gorilla full of muscles?"

Ying Sixue laughed and said, "Okay... But even if we know that the spider may be going to the Buddhist hall, what can we do?"

Ying Sixue said, "If we rush over, we might just die."

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds before looking at the white coffin behind him.

He said, "In this village, there may be a ghost who can communicate..."

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue looked at each other, and they both understood each other's meaning.

Without any delay, Yang Xuming ran out of the house directly carrying Frostmourne.

And beside him, Ying Sixue closely followed.

The two rushed out of the hall and brought the small road in the middle of the village.

In the small village at this time, it was dark and silent.

In the house on both sides of the road, the door was open, but there was no movement.

The burnt ghosts hiding in the shrine did not make any noise, neither made weird laughter as before, nor tried to come out to attack Yang Xuming and the others.

The whole village is as quiet as there is nothing.

Yang Xuming and the others ran in this quiet and silent village, and soon came to the first house at the entrance of the village.

Yang Xuming rushed over, kicked the door open, and shouted.

"Master! One hundred thousand in a hurry, come out soon! That monster is going to the Buddhist hall!"

Yang Xuming shouted loudly.

However, in the dark room, there was still no voice to answer him.

In the deserted tiled house, everything maintained the appearance of Yang Xuming before they left.

The old man who had appeared before did not come in front of Yang Xuming.

But Yang Xuming didn't really expect that the other party would come out after howling.

He pushed open the door of the compartment and walked into the main room, then walked to the white coffin that was parked.

"Uncle Uncle! Coming out soon!"

Yang Xuming knocked the lid of the coffin vigorously, "If you don't come out, the monster will enter the Buddhist hall!"

Yang Xuming warned loudly.

But there was silence in the coffin, and there was no response.

He looked back at Ying Sixue behind him, and Ying Sixue nodded.

So Yang Xuming took a deep breath and raised the two-handed sword in his hand.

He said, "Master, are you at home? I'll be smashed if you are not at home!"

In the coffin, there was still no response.

So Yang Xuming sighed and said, "Master, you forced me."

As he said, Yang Xuming's left hand touched the sword, and the pale flame ignited directly on the blade.

Wielding this big sword burning ghost fire, Yang Xuming slammed into the white coffin in front of him heavily.

Boom

With a loud bang, the already extremely heavy blade seemed to become heavier after the white flame was attached.

Yang Xuming smashed his sword down, shaking his hands and numb.

The coffin also shook suddenly, as if it had been hit by a sledgehammer.

Yang Xuming shouted again, "Uncle! Wake up soon! Ghost fire burns your ass!"

However, the coffin still did not respond.

Yang Xuming was completely impatient.

"Master, since you are not at home, then I will help you clean the house."

Yang Xuming said, directly put down Frostmourne, then put his hands on the side of the coffin and pushed hard!

boom!

In the loud noise, the coffin was directly torn down by Yang Xuming.

In the coffin, there was also a muffled noise, as if the contents inside were tumbling and hit the wooden board on the inner wall of the coffin.

The room was quiet for a few seconds.

Then, the white coffin lid was finally pushed aside, and a thin old man's arm slowly stretched out.

"Boy... are all of you guys outside so rude?"

Amid the low cough, a skinny old man crawled out of the coffin slowly.

When I first met the two, the old man changed a lot at this time.

His skin became dull, his eyes became gray, and his body was as thin as a skeleton.

No matter how you look at it, the figure in front of you is more like a ghost than a living person.

It crawled out of the coffin and said, "Since I know I am a ghost, dare to come and lift my coffin... Young man, you are very courageous."

The old man's voice was deep and suppressed, inexplicably permeating.

Yang Xuming stared at it, completely not afraid.

He said, "The spiders from outside the village are going to enter the Buddhist hall. You really don't care about it, uncle? If it enters the temple, what will happen... Uncle, don't you know?"

The old man raised his head, looked at Yang Xuming with those dark and weird pale eyes, and said, "I only know that you lifted my coffin...I am more concerned about the consequences of you?"

As the old man said this, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a lot...