All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Early in the morning, Yang Xuming drove alone on the rugged mountain road.

In the field of vision, a vast white mist drifted between the mountains.

In November, Liupanshui began to enter winter, and the climate gradually became cold and gloomy.

If you leave the city, the white mist drifting in the mountains often doesn't dissipate until after noon.

If it encounters rain, these dense fogs may even last all day.

Today is the weekend, even in high school there is a day off.

As an intern teacher, Yang Xuming did not waste this precious day of vacation. After contacting Wang Ling's father by phone, he drove directly to Wang Ling's house in the mountains.

According to Wang Ling's father, his family is located in the Xuanshan Group, Shahe Village, Yezhong Township, which is very remote.

Yang Xuming searched the navigation according to this address and found that this is indeed a very remote place.

After he entered the territory of Yezhong Township and asked for directions, under the guidance of the local villagers, did he confirm how remote the Xuanshan Formation really is...

Ahead is the surging Beipan River.

This is the lower reaches of Wangguanying, but the straight-line distance is not far.

The map software shows that it is less than fifty miles away from the area on the mud **** of Wangguanying.

If you take a clipper and go upstream, you can reach the waters on the mud **** in about half an hour.

But if you drive, the time has to be doubled.

Because there is no direct road between the two places, one mountain after another is separated.

After seeing such a close distance, Yang Xuming's heart shuddered slightly.

This place is so close to the upper mud slope, it is even more likely that Wang Ling’s incident is related to Xu Xuan...

He stopped the car and looked at the Xuanshan group in the distance.

From his position, he could barely see the direction of the Xuanshan Group.

It was a remote village located on the top of a cliff mountain, with only a newly built concrete road crooked up along the cliff to the small village.

The so-called Xuanshan Formation refers to the villages on the cliff...

Yang Xuming left the main road and drove into the remote path following the instructions of the villagers and the navigation route.

The narrow path only allows one car to pass by.

Only in certain areas with widened roads, cars can meet.

According to the villagers, this road only leads to the Xuanshan Group. Before this narrow cement road was built by the village-to-village project, there was only a narrower walking path leading to the Xuanshan Group, and you could only get in and out on foot.

That is the most remote area in the entire village, but there is a mountain spring that never dries up on the top of the mountain, which is very suitable for growing rice fields.

In the past when they were poor, when the entire Yezhong Township could only grow corn and eat corn rice, only the people in the Xuanshan group could afford white rice.

Therefore, although the Xuanshan Formation is remote, the people living there have been endless.

Only as everyone gradually became rich in the past few years has the gap between the rich and the poor between the residents of the Xuanshan Group and the outside world narrowed.

Recalling the information reported by the villagers, Yang Xuming calmly looked ahead and clenched the steering wheel with both hands.

The road leading to the Xuanshan Group was too steep, and the climbing arcs of several corners were nearly sixty degrees, and he even felt that the car had rolled over.

And beyond the light green road railing, there is a completely vertical cliff.

Below the cliff is the surging Beipan River.

If you fall from here, you don't have to collect the body.

Falling down at this height, no matter whether it is a car or a person, there will be no more complete parts.

Therefore, Yang Xuming has always been very vigilant, paying attention to the surroundings.

He has even summoned the incarnation of his spiritual power, hiding behind him, and can run away at any time if he encounters any attack.

But until he drove the car up the cliff, he had already seen the houses of the Xuanshan Group in his vision, and no attacks in the dark appeared.

Except that the fog in the air becomes denser as the altitude increases, there is nothing unusual.

When he parked his car at the intersection, Yang Xuming frowned when he looked at the small village in the mist in front of him.

The scale of the small village is not very large. From Yang Xuming's perspective, there are probably five or six households.

Excluding the causes of fog occlusion and blind areas of vision, there may be about ten households.

But this scale is really small.

And it's quiet.

This small village in the mist is too quiet.

No dog barking, no rooster barking, and no insects in early winter.

The misty white mist enveloped the entire village, and the Beipanjiang Grand Canyon behind him was no longer visible, let alone the green hills and villages on both sides of the gorge.

The small village on the cliff seems to be hidden from the world, like a fairyland in a dream.

But this wonderland can't feel the slightest celestial spirit, on the contrary, it looks a little weird and gloomy.

Even in broad daylight, Yang Xuming felt a little uncomfortable.

He picked up the phone and took two photos of the misty village in front of him, but sent them to Ying Sixue.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Xuming took a deep breath and dialed the number of Wang Ling's father.

On the other side of the phone, Wang Ling's father's voice rang.

"Student Yang? Are you there yet?"

"Well, I'm at the entrance of the village," Yang Xuming said, "Uncle, which household is your family?"

"It's the second one that comes in at the intersection. You can just come in directly. I'll pick you up at the intersection."

After discussing with Wang Ling's father, Yang Xuming hung up the phone and continued to drive the car in.

In the fog, the whole village is dimly unreal, as if looking at a false landscape through a layer of transparent glass.

There is a sense of absurd unreality.

Yang Xuming's brow furrowed even tighter.

He felt a little uneasy.

At this time, there are not many situations that can make him feel uneasy.

But Xu Xuan is one of them.

After all, Xu Xuan knew everything about him, and even the Yang family's corpse removal technique. When Yang Xuming was unable to inherit the family business, Yang's father always took Xu Xuan as an heir to cultivate.

Even if he recovers his former ability, he may not be safe.

Therefore, Yang Xuming is very cautious, very careful, and even dare not drive fast.

He drove the car very slowly on the newly built concrete road.

In the mist, the buildings of the small village gradually became clear.

Yang Xuming could already see a figure standing at the entrance of the village. The other party was wearing a plain gray cotton-padded coat and beckoning to him. It should be Wang Ling's father.

But when he saw this figure, Yang Xuming was stunned.

He subconsciously stepped on the brake and stopped the car in the middle of the road.

Not moving anymore.

In the mist, in the middle of the road ahead of him, a snake coiled silently.

The snake has a colorful body. It is the kind of cauliflower snake commonly seen in rural areas. It is non-venomous, but it has a large body.

Although it is coiled, it is estimated that it can be two or three meters long when fully deployed.

Such a snake looked forward to stopping in front of Yang Xuming's car, motionless.

The faintly spitting snake letter proved that the snake was not a dead thing.

On the oval snake head, small black eyes seemed to silently stare at Yang Xuming.

Will you encounter snakes blocking the way in this early winter season...

Yang Xuming shook the steering wheel's hand and tightened slightly.