All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The sound of the bells spread far away in the dark ruins.

The gloomy cold wind was blowing, and countless hoisting flags rustled.

It seems that with the ringing of the bell, this silent ruin has undergone a little change.

But Yang Xuming stood there and waited for a while, but the figure of the blood-clothed butcher never appeared.

Facing this result, Yang Xuming frowned slightly.

He was slightly worried about Lin Qiu's safety.

If he was drawn into a nightmare, what about Lin Qiu now? Was it also dragged into the nightmare by that evil spirit?

The key question is, what is this ghost's ability to launch the medium.

Can it drag people into the nightmare world at will?

Or does it need to meet certain conditions?

Yang Xuming was walking among the ruins, observing everything in this dark ruin.

Compared with the deserted village in the real world, the house in this dark ruin is not so dilapidated, and it does not look like it has been abandoned for decades.

It looks more like it has just been abandoned for a few days, and there are even a few of the houses still hanging on the door, a picture of the house owner just leaving the house.

And as Yang Xuming walked around, he found that there was fine snow on the ground of this ruin, and the roof was also covered with a thin layer of snow.

It seems that in this nightmare world, everything is winter.

winter……

Yang Xuming remembers that in the story told by Ying Sixue, the Wang family's extermination happened when it snowed heavily in winter.

Not long after that, the ancestors of the Lin family moved out of Linjiaba urgently.

Could it be that the scene in the ruins was what the ancestors of the Lin family looked like after they left Linjiaba?

Why did the blood-clothed butcher create such a nightmare?

Is it really a member of the Wang family who died tragically, who turned into a ghost and came to Linjiaba to claim their lives after death?

And have been entrenched here, haven't left?

Yang Xuming stepped on the fine snow foam under his feet and quickly walked this small village around.

The doors of all the houses were wide open, and a few even had pots on their stoves. The soup in the pots hadn't even whizzed, but it was simply cold.

This nightmare world is more real than imagined. Yang Xuming can even smell the smell and feel the cold wind howling.

"call--"

In the cold wind, Yang Xuming slowly exhaled a white breath.

He has walked around the small village, but still did not find the figure of the blood-clothed butcher, let alone being attacked.

He seemed to be simply drawn into this nightmare world, trapped here, unable to leave.

Yang Xuming walked all the way, shaking the bell in his hand.

The piercing and strange bell sound spread far away in the night wind, but the nightmare world remained as usual, and the bell did not interfere with the existence of this nightmare world.

At least one thing can be confirmed, that is, the butcher in blood is not by Yang Xuming's side.

Yang Xuming finally returned to the hut where the Guanyin was used, only to find that the Guanyin statue in the house had returned to the shrine and stood there quietly.

The pale Guanyin stared at him silently.

The strange sight was inexplicable.

"Will it be resurrected?"

Yang Xuming walked in with another sword.

Click--

Among the sound of broken porcelain, the one-meter-high Guanyin statue was directly smashed by Yang Xuming.

Broken shards are everywhere, but this time it has changed.

When the porcelain shattered, scarlet blood spattered out of the Guanyin statue.

It seems that what Yang Xuming smashed was not a piece of porcelain, but a living person with a lively life.

The scarlet blood shed all over the ground, forming a small pool of blood in the broken area of ​​the Guanyin statue.

Yang Xuming frowned and looked at this scene, and said, "Is it still bleeding? It's amazing."

He ignored the Guanyin statue, turned around and left.

Yang Xuming walked around the house again and soon returned to the hut.

As he expected, the view on the shrine was resurrected, standing there intact, watching him silently.

Yang Xuming walked in with an indifferent expression, "It's endless to pay."

He walked to the shrine and said directly, "Xiao Zi! Swallow it!"

In the next second, the pale ghost hand suddenly stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket and grabbed the Guanyin statue on the shrine.

Even in the world of nightmares, can Xiao Zi respond to Yang Xuming's call?

Yang Xuming witnessed this weird Guanyin statue being swallowed by Xiaozi's ghost hands and rubbed his eyebrows.

"This place seems to be a key node."

Yang Xuming, who has experienced the copy of Yegu Cave, has experience of this false world between illusion and reality.

The whole village is normal, but this shrine is so abnormal, there must be something weird about it.

Turning to leave the hut, Yang Xuming strolled outside again before returning.

But this time, there was no intact Guanyin statue standing on the shrine, only a **** head was placed in the original position of the Guanyin statue.

After Yang Xuming walked over, he could see the facial features of this head clearly.

Very familiar, in other words, this head is Yang Xuming.

"Provocative..." Yang Xuming curled his lips, "I see how many things you can change."

"Xiao Zi! Swallowed all the shrine and human head!"

The pale ghost hand quickly snatched the **** head away.

As for the shrine with human heads, it was quickly swallowed by ghost hands.

The cabin became empty and nothing could be seen.

After the shrine was swallowed, nothing was left in place.

Yang Xuming left the cabin and strolled around, then came back.

The empty, swallowed Guanyin statues and shrines in the cabin have not returned.

There was nothing in the hut, and it seemed that the wrestling between the ghost and Yang Xuming had ended.

Yang Xuming looked at the small wooden house in front of him, thought about it, and said again.

"Swallow this house."

After that, Yang Xuming considered the size of the house a bit big, and added, "It's okay, eat slowly, don't worry."

The pale ghost hand hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out reluctantly and grabbed a wall of the wooden house.

Then, the ghost hand began to exert force, and the powerful suction slowly but firmly swallowed the wooden house in front of Yang Xuming.

A weird scene appeared at this time.

The wooden house torn by ghost hands was not broken. Instead, it was like a sticky plasticine being sucked by a black hole. The shape was constantly distorted, and finally turned into a fuzzy fluid and sucked into the diary. inside.

With the disappearance of the wooden house, changes finally took place in this dark world.

The gloomy cold wind rose on the ground, and pale snowflakes were flying wildly, like a blizzard covering the area, blocking Yang Xuming's sight.

In the wind and snow, Yang Xuming seemed to have many people running by his side.

He heard screams and screams, ping-pong noises, wailing, begging for mercy, and howls of women and children.

It seems that countless people are being massacred by his side!