All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In front of Huangtu Road, the welcoming team got closer and closer.

In the deadly quiet misty world, only the sound of gongs and drums sounded.

Yang Xuming stood in the middle of the loess road blankly, looking at the welcoming team that kept coming towards him in front of him, feeling a little scared inexplicably.

He did see a pair of red embroidered shoes behind the car curtain while the sedan chair in the middle of the welcoming party swayed.

Those embroidered shoes...seems to belong to the Jiang sisters?

The harsh suona made Yang Xuming's ears about to explode.

The originally festive sound of drums and gongs sounded so gloomy at this time.

It was so gloomy that it was funeral at a funeral.

Yang Xuming took a step back with a pale face, but found that there was a wall behind him, and he couldn't retreat at all.

Those standing on the side of the road seemed to have noticed Yang Xuming's movements, and they all turned their heads neatly and looked straight at Yang Xuming.

Those indifferent eyes made Yang Xuming's scalp numb.

He realized something was wrong and wanted to shout for help.

However, his body was so stiff as to be frozen, and his throat was so dry and itchy that there was no sound at all.

The people standing on both sides of the road stared at him directly, as if they were dead, without any reaction.

In this weird and depressing mist, the welcoming team in front of Huangtu Road was getting closer and closer.

The blood-red paper money flying in the sky is getting closer and closer, and it has even fallen on Yang Xuming's body, head, and shoulders.

The blood-red welcoming team came to Yang Xuming and finally stopped.

The drummers beating the gongs and drums, stopped.

The harsh suona that had been reverberating also stopped.

The whole loess road finally fell into a real silence.

Everyone stared directly at Yang Xuming.

The welcoming team stopped in front of Yang Xuming.

The red sedan chair slowly fell to the ground.

The car curtain trembled, and a pale hand was slowly stretched out from it.

That is a dead man's hand!

Yang Xuming stared at the color of the arm, with a frightened expression.

Some kind of fear that was about to suffocate him, almost squeezed his heart.

Among the blood-red paper money flying all over the sky, the pale hand slowly opened the red sedan curtain.

The cold wind blows, and in the sedan sits a bride wearing a red wedding gown and a red hijab.

However, this extremely festive bride gave Yang Xuming an indescribable sense of horror.

Especially the pair of shoes on the bride's feet... those blood-red embroidered shoes are clearly the pair he brought out of the red house!

Yang Xuming looked horrified.

The bride in the sedan seemed to be watching him.

The other party was clearly covered with a red hijab, but Yang Xuming could clearly feel that there was a strange line of sight under the red hijab looking at him up and down.

Then, the pale hand that pulled up the sedan chair slowly retracted into the sedan chair.

The red car curtain was lowered.

Yang Xuming never saw the bride in the sedan chair again.

But at the same time that the car curtain fell, the bearers who had been keeping their heads down suddenly lifted the sedan chair.

Then, without any signs, these blood-robed bearers carried the sedan chair and rushed towards Yang Xuming.

The red sedan chair rushed to Yang Xuming's eyes in an instant.

The gloomy chill instantly froze Yang Xuming's limbs.

He stood there with a horrified expression, watching the blood-red sedan chair drown him...

Stabbed...

There was a weird sound, as if something had been torn apart.

As soon as Yang Xuming's sight was obscured by the endless blood red, a stern and bitter scream sounded in his ears.

In the next second, the blood red disappeared from his vision.

He stood in the middle of the loess road, stiff.

And the big red sedan chair that almost drowned him and swallowed it, now stopped a few meters away.

In the blood-red welcoming team, everyone bowed their heads.

On the big red sedan chair in the middle, dark red blood dripped from the sedan chair.

The curtain of the sedan chair was torn in half, revealing a bitter and angry face inside.

It was sitting in the sedan chair, staring at Yang Xuming, his hideous and terrifying pale face, like a **** ghost on a mural.

After a few seconds, the welcoming team slowly backed away.

Those spiteful and hateful faces stared at Yang Xuming, seeming to want to remember his face forever.

The harsh suona sounded again.

The weird sound of gongs and drums is like funeral music at a funeral.

The surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker, and finally flooded the strange welcoming team.

When the last touch of blood red disappeared in the white mist, all the strange figures on the side of the loess road around Yang Xuming also disappeared.

The whole world fell into a quiet and dead silence.

At the same time that the welcoming party disappeared, the gloomy suona also disappeared.

Behind Yang Xuming, there was a cold snort.

Hearing this familiar cold snort, Yang Xuming's body trembled suddenly and realized something.

He turned his head stiffly and slowly, and found a red figure standing quietly behind him.

The elongated shadow of the other party was slowly retracting under her feet.

That figure is undoubtedly...

"Plum?!"

Yang Xuming sat up abruptly from the bed, with a look of horror on his face.

His breathing is fast because of fear.

The heartbeat sounded fiercely like thunder, and seemed to jump out of his chest at any time.

In the bedroom, Yang Xuming sat with a pale face for a long time before he was relieved from the fear of nightmares.

Outside the window, the sky was gray and it seemed to be about to dawn.

However, Yang Xuming sat in the bedroom, feeling cold all over, without any sense of security.

The red candle next to his pillow was burning silently.

Yang Xuming looked around and found that the body of the red candle was shorter than when he was asleep.

It seems that this red candle has been burning for a while after he fell asleep.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming quickly blew out the candlelight.

This red candle is related to his life, how could he let it burn and waste at will.

It's just what happened in the nightmare, and now it's incredibly weird to think about it.

Is the welcoming team of unknown origin aimed at him?

Finally, when the sedan chair was about to swallow him, is the plum that tore the sedan chair to pieces?

Did plum save him?

But where did this welcoming team come from?

Why does the other party trouble him?

Wangguanying?

He seems to have never been to this place before...

Yang Xuming lowered his head and looked at the embroidered shoes in his arms.

This pair of embroidered shoes ran into his arms at some point, obviously they were placed next to the pillow before going to bed.

And this pair of embroidered shoes was worn on the feet of the female ghost in the nightmare.

Could it be that there is something wrong with this pair of embroidered shoes?

In silence, Yang Xuming took a deep breath, and blankly took out "The Record of Life and Death".

This broken book, shouldn't it really be pitting him...