All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

"Do you know the color of the sky?"

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"Do you know the color of life?"

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"What is the weight of the soul?"

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"Someone once told me that when a person falls asleep, he will have another face. This face will wake up after he falls asleep and control his body to do terrible things."

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"Why is this river called Yuanjiang?"

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"If there is a chance, who doesn't want to be happy?"

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"What do you think is your greatest talent?"

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"Amin, Amin, you are always so disobedient."

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"Husband, your son is skinny again."

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"Xiao Ming, come and watch the uncle perform a magic trick for you."

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"Study hard, stupid boy, learning is the quickest way to change your life. You study hard and get admitted to a good university, and you can do much better than your dad."

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"Our old Yang family's things are just going to be swept into the old paper pile of old garbage sooner or later, it's meaningless."

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"Uncle Sheng, what is the guide?"

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"Boy, don't touch that broken book, it will cause problems."

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"Don't come here! Stay away from me! I don't need your help!"

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"Save a person who committed suicide by jumping into a river? Isn't that good guy, let dad see who you saved."

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"Don't worry about me, I don't need your help! Stay away from me!"

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"Ahhhhh... trouble, is it a problem kid? He looks pretty cute."

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"Hey! Xu Xuan, why do you want to die?"

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"Hate guy... but I don't really hate you so much. Can I call you Amin?"

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"Sister Xuan Xuan is so good, you can learn the corpse removal technique with my dad."

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"Hehe...Smelly Amin, if you are willing to kiss me, I will teach you what I have learned."

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"If you don't learn, you won't learn, who is rare!"

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"Husband, where are you going?"

"Old Liu is gone, there is such a big incident in Liupanshui, I have to look at it for him."

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"What about "Impermanence"? During the period when the holder of "Life and Death" was blank, there was a real disorder. "Impermanence" will definitely appear to maintain order, right?"

"This time the ghost may not be that simple. Killing so many people completely violated Li Gui's instinct to hide himself and not be discovered by the public. It is definitely not a normal ghost. I must go and see it."

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"Boy, are you from the Yang family?"

"Are you the ghost that Dad caught? I heard you are fierce?"

"Ha ha ha..."

"What's your name?"

"Wu Xiaosong..."

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To death to death to death to death...

Hard to death, to death, to death, to death...

To death, to death, to death, to death, to death, to death to death To death, to death, to death, to death, to death, to death to death Toss and toss!

The unspeakable pain, the pain that seemed to be torn apart in the body, and the cold that would only be felt when he died, constantly eroded Yang Xuming's body.

He felt as if he had seen countless familiar images, and he seemed to have seen something extremely terrifying.

The feeling of death continued to surface before his eyes.

It made him feel like he was dead.

And it has died countless times.

But in the end, when he heard Wu Xiaosong's name, he suddenly woke up.

The soul seemed to be torn apart in general pain, Yang Xuming sat up abruptly.

Then he saw the floating red blood mist.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of a river of blood surging, and the wail of an incomparable ghost.

But the **** mist enveloped the world, and he couldn't find the existence of the blood river at all.

And he was sitting on a barren wasteland at this time, the stone surface under him was extremely rough, bare, and there was not even a single piece of grass.

The only thing that can be seen in the field of vision is the back figure sitting in the wasteland.

It was a long boulder protruding from a cliff, completely suspended on both sides, only where Yang Xuming was connected to this long and narrow stone.

The steep terrain makes people feel that this stone may fall off the cliff at any time.

But the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff with his back to Yang Xuming crouched and didn't know what he was doing.

The hands moved as if they were carving something.

Occasionally there was the sound of a carving knife rubbing a stone.

Yang Xuming looked at everything in front of him in disbelief, a little at a loss.

Where is this?

The things that I saw just now seem to have completely faded away in memory.

He didn't recall any useful memories, only those familiar or unfamiliar voices seemed to be echoing in his ears.

He can be sure that it is the memory he had when he was young.

Those who talked included fathers, mothers, uncles, Xu Xuan, and strangers who had no impression.

as well as……

"Wu Xiaosong?"

Yang Xuming murmured the name.

Even though he had forgotten the scenes he saw just now, just the voices in the memory were enough for him to infer some useful information.

Seven years ago, after the uncle's death, his father went to Liupanshui?

Going to suppress a certain ghost who killed a lot of people and caused a riot?

That ghost is Wu Xiaosong?

And when he was young, he had already seen this guy?

Because his father brought Wu Xiaosong home, who became a ghost?

What happened next?

Yang Xuming racked his brains to think, but couldn't remember anything.

All the things I saw just now faded away in the memory, and the only remaining ones were those familiar or unfamiliar voices.

He can only rely on these conversations to guess who he once was, but he couldn't think of it.

And isn't he standing among the flowers on the other side of the blood bank? Why does it suddenly appear in this desert where no one is left and life is extinct?

In the end what happened?

And when he turned around, he clearly saw something terrifying on the other side of the blood river.

That thing was so terrible that it almost exceeded Yang Xuming's ability to bear it.

However, there is no image memory of that thing in the memory, no matter what I think, I can't remember what I saw.

The only thing I remember was the fear at the time.

The kind of fear and trembling from the depths of the soul, the madness that makes people almost unbearable and wants to go crazy.

And when I think about it carefully, it seems that even the memory of this fear is incomplete...

A deep and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in Yang Xuming's ear.

"Don't think about it, I can't remember."

He raised his head and looked at the rickety figure sitting on the edge of the cliff in amazement, and found that the other person was talking.

In the barren wilderness with no signs of life, only this figure with its head down and carefully sculpted with life was answering Yang Xuming's questions.

It seems that the other party can hear Yang Xuming's inner voice...

"Living people have not been freaked out by seeing that thing. They are already the most fortunate."

"The reason why you can't remember it is because the self-protection instinct subconsciously deleted that memory, leaving only the maximum range of fear you can bear, so that you will not go crazy."

"That thing, but the most terrifying nature of Blood River World, is far more scary than any ghost monster."

"If you can remember such a scene, it proves that your endurance has surpassed hundreds of millions of human beings, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that you are a true god."

"Of course, there are no gods in the world, so no one can keep a clear memory after seeing that thing."

"You haven't been scared mad after seeing that thing, and you can still wake up. It has proved that your spirit is far beyond the tenacity of a mortal."

"outstanding."

With that, the rickety figure turned his head and looked at Yang Xuming.

Under the dim blood light, Yang Xuming saw the opponent's face.

The dusty face was covered with gray, as if he had been wandering for many years.

The expression on its face is also indifferent and indifferent, without the slightest feeling.

That indifferent fisheye is completely different from Yang Xuming.

But this face is undoubtedly...

"You finally came."

The figure on the cliff said slowly, "My half-length..."