All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

"Let me grow up for three thousand years and wander in the world, even if I am Populus euphratica in Kashgar..."

The rapid ringing of the cell phone woke Yang Xuming from his drowsiness.

He dazedly stretched out his hand and grabbed it twice by his side, but didn't catch it.

This reminded me of putting the phone far away before going to bed last night.

Somewhat reluctantly got up, Yang Xuming walked to the other end of the sofa, and only then did he get the phone that was ringing.

The call reminder is Wangzhen.

Yang Xuming was a little strange.

King Town? Why did Wang Zhen call him?

Logically speaking, shouldn't Ying Sixue call it?

Yang Xuming answered the call, "Brother Wang? Is there anything going on so early?"

On the other side of the phone, Wang Zhen continued to complain, "It's almost twelve o'clock, you are so tall... You were in a hurry to go back last night. Isn't it a hurry to go back to sleep?"

"Uh... this... Didn't you sleep last night, Brother Wang?" Yang Xuming asked.

"Thanks to you, I worked overtime again last night," Wang Zhen said with a yawn, "but I made up for a nap after returning to the bureau in the morning, so I am not particularly sleepy. Where is your kid? Come to the city bureau, don't forget You still owe me a transcript."

Yang Xuming laughed dryly, "Um... Brother Wang, I have something urgent to deal with here. Can this transcript be postponed for a day?"

Wang Zhen was a little strange, "It's an urgent matter again? Why are you so busy every day... Are you busy downloading dungeons? There have been no games and activities recently."

"..." Yang Xuming was speechless.

Wang Zhen thought for a while, and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then you can come back tomorrow. Anyway, the suspect confessed to his crime, and he was stolen and obtained. You can basically settle the case. You can go ahead. Bar."

"Okay, thank you, Brother Wang."

After hanging up Wang Zhen's phone, Yang Xuming yawned and then checked the time.

It's 11:45, it's already noon.

Although he was not full of sleep, Yang Xuming slept and felt that his stomach was beginning to be hungry.

He brushed his teeth, washed his face, and went downstairs to eat.

At the same time, I made a call to Ying Sixue.

The call was connected almost instantly.

Ying Sixue's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Mr. Yang, are you okay now?"

Ying Sixue's voice sounded a little disturbed.

It seems that the text message sent by Yang Xuming last night gave her some horrible association.

Of course, she didn't think it was wrong, Yang Xuming was indeed entangled by the old man.

However, Yang Xuming, as the party concerned, was very calm.

It's just a ghost entangled, drizzle.

He has one in his family, and he also carries one on his body.

There are too many ghosts who want to kill him, this old man has to line up.

Yang Xuming replied calmly, "I'm fine, what's the matter? Do you think I was entangled by ghosts?"

"Uh...hehe..." Ying Sixue laughed awkwardly, and then said, "Mr. Yang, you are fine, when shall we solve the old man? I still don't dare to sleep, I'm so sleepy. Can't help it."

Yang Xuming froze for a moment, "You haven't slept since last night? Emmm...Yes, eldest girl. With your cautious character, it is estimated that you can live to the end in a horror movie."

After a pause, Yang Xuming added, "If there is no plot to kill..."

However, Yang Xuming joked leisurely, but Ying Sixue was ridiculed by him and almost cried, "Mr. Yang, this joke is not funny at all!"

Yang Xuming shrugged, "I didn't say this joke was funny... Anyway, you should have a meal and rest. I will come to you after I have eaten here."

I hung up the phone leisurely, and Yang Xuming made a bowl of fried rice in a small restaurant nearby.

Then went to buy some new tribute for plums.

When he returned home, he placed the new tribute prepared today at Li Zi's door. Yang Xuming clasped his hands together and coughed dryly.

"Plum, plum, you have to bless me in peace."

Then, he turned and looked at the bathroom.

That's right, the bathroom.

Yang Xuming does not intend to leave for the time being.

Because he has a conjecture in his mind that he wants to verify.

Looking at the sky outside, Yang Xuming took a deep breath.

Then he jumped to the mirror in the bathroom.

I looked at the mirror in front of me.

In an instant, the picture in the mirror shook and changed.

Another completely unfamiliar bathroom is reflected in the mirror.

In the picture reflected in the mirror, Yang Xuming is standing in front of this strange bathroom.

An old man with a sly smile is holding a sickle in his hand and lay it across his neck...

Yang Xuming hurriedly withdrew from the bathroom, not daring to wait any longer.

His face is a bit ugly.

Rely on... That's true.

Standing in the corridor, Yang Xuming subconsciously touched the wound on his neck.

Fortunately, he didn't stay in front of the mirror for too long, and the old man's sickle didn't go further.

But Yang Xuming's mood was a bit heavy.

The situation in front of him verified his conjecture.

The old man didn't need to be in the dark to activate his abilities.

During the day, as long as Yang Xuming looks in the mirror, it can also appear in the mirror.

Yang Xuming guessed that when the other party needed the light in the space when Yang Xuming looked in the mirror to be exactly the same as in the bathroom where the old man was, it could activate its abilities.

In other words, the reason why the old man could activate his abilities when it was dark last night was because the room where the old man was staying was pitch black.

Therefore, only when the room where Yang Xuming is in is dark, and the light in the two spaces is the same, the old man's appearance can be reflected in the mirror.

But now it is daytime, whether it is the bathroom in Yang Xuming's house or the space where the old man is, it is bright.

Under this condition of the same light, Yang Xuming only needs to look in the mirror, and the old man can appear in the mirror.

emmm... If you think about it this way, isn't it more dangerous during the day than at night?

After all, in the daytime, there are things like mirrors all over the street.

The glass of the car, the glass of the exterior wall of the building, the tempered glass of the shop...There are things that can be called mirrors everywhere in the city.

For every second Yang Xuming stayed in front of the mirror, the sickle in the old man's hand would get closer.

Now the old man's sickle has touched the skin of Yang Xuming's neck.

As long as Yang Xuming looks in the mirror for a while, his neck will be easily cut by the old man...

Yang Xuming hesitated for a while, and took out the phone.

Maybe... only a mirror will do?

Yang Xuming put the black screen phone in front of him.

In an instant, a strange bathroom was reflected on the black screen of the phone.

The old man's sly smiling face appeared on the phone screen...

Yang Xuming quickly put down the phone, his face was ugly.

Isn't it a mirror? As long as it is something that can illuminate a human face, can it activate the abilities of the elderly?

This is so... how can he go out!