All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Next to Ying Sixue, Yang Xuming looked at this girl in surprise.

Fuck... This girl is very fierce and strong.

Although she would be frightened at first by a smiling corpse and a black cat Ligui, once she adapted to understand the logic of actions of these Liguis, she soon got used to this dangerous situation.

And can think calmly in a crisis, and quickly think about ways to deal with it.

Yang Xuming was suddenly a little grateful that Ying Sixue didn't listen to him and returned to the city, but had to stay anyway.

She insisted on staying and refused to go. Although she was a little headstrong, she still has headstrong capital!

Are all beautiful girls who say good are vases?

Yang Xuming felt that if this copy didn't have Ying Sixue following him, maybe he would really be cold.

At least he didn't understand the teachings of Buddhism, he couldn't see the story of the flesh Buddha, and naturally he couldn't see through the truth of the village.

At that time, if he rashly collides with the incarnation of evil thought that only has the ability to kill at first sight, even if he can summon plum, without understanding the ability of evil thought spiders, it is completely for nothing.

Of course, with the terrifying power of this evil thought spider, it really hit, and it is estimated that Yang Xuming was killed in seconds without even having the chance to be called a plum...

Yang Xuming looked at the old man and asked, "Master, do you have a way to get that lady to attack me?"

The shadow ghost hiding in Yang Xuming's shadow is the key to this plan.

Yang Xuming waited for the old man's answer.

The old man looked at him, was silent for a few seconds, and said.

"There is a way, but it is dangerous."

"Once you are dragged into that dark world by it, you are very likely to become its substitute and stay in the shadow forever."

"You can escape from the shadow once, but it doesn't mean you can escape twice."

Ying Sixue spoke up.

"This is not for the two of us living, but is also closely related to the other ghosts in the village."

"Master, you said that once the evil thought spider gets its body, everything in this village will disappear and everyone will return to Yegu Cave."

"When the time comes to face the evil thought spider, you have no coffin to protect you, are you sure to escape in front of that spider?"

"By then, everything in this village will be torn apart by it."

After Ying Sixue finished speaking, the old man was silent for a few seconds.

Then the old man said, "The reincarnation of good and evil will eventually be rewarded. Everything in this village should be torn apart by evil thoughts."

"They are all dead, they should have died long ago."

"I am not afraid of death, because I should have died long ago."

"But if you want to take this path with a lower survival rate and go against that monster, then I won't stop you."

The old man said, "Come with me, let's go to the mourning hall to open the blood coffin."

With that, the old man pushed open the door of the hall and walked outside.

Behind it, Ying Sixue and Yang Xuming looked at each other.

Yang Xuming whispered, "At this time...Should I remind it, hasn't it told us how to get the lady to cooperate?"

Ying Sixue sighed, "I am even more worried that we have been delayed here for so long, whether the evil thought spider has rushed into the Buddhist hall and got the flesh Buddha."

Yang Xuming smiled and patted her shoulder, smiling.

"It's okay, the passage of time will slow down during the commentary. Isn't this a well-known truth in the world?"

Ying Sixue glared at him, "You are Yang Xuming, not JOJO!"

The two also quickly followed the old man and followed it to the end of the village.

On the way, Yang Xuming asked again.

"Uncle, what is the ability of that blood coffin ghost?"

"All the ghosts that enter its mourning hall will have no abilities? Apart from this, are there any other abilities?"

"You said it was brutal and brutal. If we go in and negotiate and fail, what should we do if we fight with it?"

The old man's response was cold, "Don't worry, you can't fail."

Yang Xuming is very curious, "Master, are you so confident?"

The old man glanced at Yang Xuming and said, "You kid went into that mourning hall...Do you know why that guy didn't attack you when you went in?"

"Because I am handsome and run fast?" Yang Xuming was confused.

"..." The old man was speechless for two seconds before saying, "Because it has no certainty that it can kill you! The sword in your hand is very dangerous to it."

Yang Xuming understood, "In other words, after entering the mourning hall, everyone will have no special abilities and can only rely on hand-to-hand combat?"

The old man nodded silently.

At this time, the two of them had come to the outside of the mourning hall at the end of the village.

In the center of the mourning hall where many candles were lit, there was a scarlet blood coffin.

Different from what Yang Xuming and the others had seen before, the blood coffin at this time was no longer a red lacquered coffin.

On the surface of the coffin lid, there seemed to be a sticky layer of blood, which looked very strange.

Scarlet blood dripped silently along the edge of the coffin.

When Yang Xuming and the others stood outside the door of the mourning hall, they could smell an extremely strong smell of blood.

The black and white portrait in front of the blood coffin was looking at the people outside indifferently.

On the spirit-bearing banner swaying in the cold wind, the bell sounded, inexplicably gloomy.

The old man took a straight step forward and walked into the mourning hall.

It looked at the blood coffin in front of it and said.

"Brother, everything should be over. The sins you made should be over."

"Are you really planning to watch the evil thoughts of your second brother go out and kill the innocent?"

Upon hearing this conversation, Ying Sixue and Yang Xuming at the back looked at each other, and they both understood each other's eyes.

——Is this really the three brothers?

After the old man had finished speaking, the mourning hall was quiet for a few seconds.

Then a cold gust of wind rushed into the mourning hall, blowing the white candles indefinitely.

On the crazily trembling soul-inspiring banners, the hanging soul-inducing bells rang, and the clear and dense ringing of the bells made people a little dizzy inexplicably.

The blood coffin finally reacted.

Squeaky

With a dull muffled sound, the coffin lid, which was originally tightly closed, slid back silently, opening a pitch-black mouth.

Then, a pair of pale and cold hands slowly placed on the edge of the coffin.

The nails of the ten fingers were all dark in color, and they looked terrifying.

Then, these hands slowly applied force.

Finally, the contents of the coffin sat up and appeared in Yang Xuming's sight.

It was a strange corpse with a dull expression and pale skin.

Like the image on the portrait, it has short hair and a thick string of Buddhist beads hanging on its chest.

But its appearance is more permeating than the portrait.

It was a horrible figure that was enough to scare adults with weak legs, and it was a **** corpse from the beginning to the end.

And it's the kind of terrible death!