All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Obviously, the old man regards Yang Xuming as a young man who has heard the legends and came to find excitement.

Of course, it is undeniable that such people do exist, and there are many.

But Yang Xuming is really not here for excitement this time!

And this uncle is clearly opening his eyes and talking nonsense, who said that there are no ghosts in that red house?

"The Record of Life and Death" has appointed you that there are ghosts here, and you still want to lie to me.

Seeing the old man walk away impatiently, Yang Xuming felt helpless.

He wants to ask more questions, but the old man is already angry. What if he stimulates the old man and hospitalizes the old man?

Yang Xuming didn't have the money to serve an old man who seemed to have fallen into the soil halfway up.

Watching the old man leave with the black bag from a distance, Yang Xuming sighed.

Indeed, this old man lives here.

But he couldn't get more information from the old man.

As for the black bag, Yang Xuming, who had a close-fitting sleeve before, also observed it. It was just an ordinary plastic bag with some vegetables in it.

It seemed that the old man happened to ran into Yang Xuming when he came back from shopping for food in the town.

As the former principal of elementary school, seeing a sneaky young man at the school gate, the old man scolded him.

Everything looks normal.

But when Yang Xuming looked from a distance, he felt that the old man's footsteps were getting faster and faster?

Are the old man's legs and feet so good?

Yang Xuming quickly followed.

He hung far behind the old man, and followed the old man along the road.

At the beginning, they still shuttled among the residential buildings.

But gradually, Yang Xuming walked out of the residential area, and there were no more houses in front of him.

The old man still walked forward quickly, occasionally looking back at Yang Xuming, but there was no more reaction. It seemed that he had acquiesced to Yang Xuming's stalking behavior.

Yang Xuming looked at the surrounding environment as he walked.

After leaving the town, in front of them is the vegetable field where the townspeople grow vegetables.

This path passed between the vegetable field and the corn field. It was fine at first, but the road behind was all covered by the corn grove.

One after another, the corn stalks are taller than people, and they are densely packed like a small forest.

And the path that this person walked through passes through the corn grove, not knowing where it extends.

Yang Xuming didn't dare to run fast, for fear of irritating the old man in front.

—So he quickly chased the old man away.

The road in the corn forest was winding around, and a little further ahead, the view was obscured by the emerald green corn stalks. Only a few minutes after Yang Xuming walked, he found that the old man was no longer visible on the small road ahead.

In this regard, Yang Xuming was somewhat helpless.

But the restaurant aunt said that the end of the road leads to the red house, so Yang Xuming didn't go looking for the old man, but continued to walk inside.

After passing through this cornfield, Yang Xuming came to a small mountain.

The mountains in Guizhou are all dangerous and huge, one after the other, and it is very rare to see such small soil packs of tens of meters high.

Standing on the edge of the cornfield, Yang Xuming looked up at the hill in front of him and observed it carefully.

Some trees are sparsely planted on the mountain, and the woods are not dense.

I saw a bamboo forest on the right.

The path at Yang Xuming's feet just disappeared in that bamboo forest.

There is no fork here, there is only one way forward, but Yang Xuming did not go forward.

He turned his head and glanced behind him.

Yang Xuming couldn't see the buildings in the town because of the shelter of those tall emerald corn stalks.

But according to the distance he walked, the town should be at least 500 meters away.

Isn't it a small town anymore?

In such a remote place, is there really a red house?

Who would build a house in such a remote corner?

Yang Xuming took out the red candle and took a look.

The red candle in his hand was silent, with no reaction at all.

Well, at least there is no ghost here.

Yang Xuming then put the red candle away and continued to walk inward.

He walked slowly into the bamboo forest along the path at the foot of the mountain.

The bamboo forest is not large, and the scale can even be said to be small.

But the sound of bamboo leaves swaying in the sun was rustling, somewhat inexplicably sweet.

Even the oncoming breeze in the bamboo forest makes people feel refreshed.

Yang Xuming walked forward and looked right and right.

If it weren't for proper work, he would want to sit in the bamboo forest and bask in the sun for a while.

But walking forward for a while, Yang Xuming found that he was not the only one who liked this bamboo forest.

On a big rock by the side of the road, a few crooked words were written.

It seems that a passing child is sitting there and resting, writing on the stone in a bored time.

Yang Xuming leaned over and took a look, and found that the words should have been painted with correction fluid.

And more than one child wrote on it.

It says "I will be admitted to college when I grow up, and I will take my mom, dad and sister to Beijing to see ***."

"Xiao Xin will protect her sister in the future."

These two sentences were written by different people with correction fluid.

Seems to be a pair of sisters?

Yang Xuming looked at these two lines and walked around the stone.

Then, he found other graffiti on the back of the stone.

It's just that the location of these graffiti is very hidden, completely in the darkest corner, and the bushes must be opened to see.

The above doodles are all written by the same one.

It should be that sister.

"I don't want to go home, it would be nice if I could live with my sister in the bamboo forest"

"Dad came back from the construction site and shed a lot of blood, Xiaoxin was so scared"

"Hate Mom"

"Dad said that there is no money at home and can't buy jigsaw puzzles, but other kids have jigsaw puzzles, only Xiaoxin doesn't have one."

"Hate Mom"

"The school has a parent meeting, why isn't my father at home? I miss my father so much"

"Hate Mom"

"Hate Mom"

"Hate Mom"

"Hate Mom"

In this dark corner, there are not many graffiti texts.

But every sentence is very concise.

It seems that every time a little girl has something on her mind, she will sneak up here to write a message in her heart.

But the one that appears the most above is the weird "hate mom".

Especially in the back, it is basically the phrase "hate mother", and there is no other words.

Why does the little girl hate her mother so much? Is it because her mother didn't go to hold a parent meeting for her?

Yang Xuming was a little confused.

But the graffiti on this is obviously from a different period. What did the little girl’s mother do to make her daughter hate her so much?

Thinking about it, Yang Xuming put down the bushes and let these fine branches cover the white graffiti again.

This road leads to such a remote direction, there should be no one living in front of it, right?

The aunt of the restaurant said that the missing family of four happened to be their parents and two daughters.

Could it be that the graffiti on the stone was written by the people in the red house?

Yang Xuming's heart was slightly cold.