All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the living room, Yang Xuming looked at the Mr. Yin and Yang in front of him, wanting to see what kind of work he was planning to play.

Although I don't like this guy, I have to admit that this guy is quite bluff.

It does look like there are two brushes.

However, his theories made Yang Xuming, a man who has seen a lot of ghosts, sounded nonsense.

I just don't know if this is specifically used to deceive people, or if this guy is really just a liar.

According to the other party's request, Yang Xuming also sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

In fact, Yang Xuming's eyes have been squinted, silently observing Mr. Yin Yang in front of him.

The look of this guy looks a little gloomy, not like a good person.

But what Yang Xuming cared more about was the wine jar brought by the other party.

Throughout the whole process, this guy kept the wine jar on hand, and would never let the wine jar out of sight.

It seems that this wine jar should be some kind of important prop?

And in this jar, a faint rancid smell was exuded throughout.

This rancid smell has been there since the opponent appeared, and Yang Xuming could also vaguely smell it near Wu Xingliang's door.

Yang Xuming thought it was Wu Xingliang at first.

But now it looks like it came out from the jar?

What weird thing is hiding in this jar?

Yang Xuming squinted his eyes, looked at the black wine jar, and said nothing.

Opposite him, Wu Xingliang crossed his knees on the floor, closing his eyes and resting, with an unpredictable look.

On the other sofa next to Yang Xuming, Ying Sixueping lay down with his eyes closed, breathing smoothly, as if he was asleep.

The villa is very quiet.

It was so quiet that it was a little weird.

Yang Xuming has been peering at Wu Xingliang silently, but this Mr. Yin and Yang really can stand his temper.

Three hours have passed, and this guy hasn't moved either.

Ying Sixue on the side, breathing a bit heavy, seemed to have really fallen asleep.

By this time, it was one o'clock in the morning.

In the empty living room, the lights looked strangely pale.

In a huge community, no sound can be heard anymore.

Most people are already asleep.

I don't know how long this silence lasted.

Gradually, the temperature in the room seemed to start to drop.

Ying Sixue, who was lying on the sofa, began to twist her body uncomfortably, and let out a nervous, rapid breathing.

It seems to be entangled by nightmares.

When Yang Xuming opened his eyes, Wu Xingliang in front of him also opened his eyes.

This black-clad Mr. Yin Yang raised his fingers and made a silent gesture to Yang Xuming.

Then, his hand was slowly placed on the wine jar.

On the sofa, Ying Sixue's breathing became even more rapid.

She seemed to see something terrifying in her dream, and the girl's face looked terrible.

The closed eyes and frowning brows looked uncomfortable.

Yang Xuming looked at all this blankly, doing nothing.

He wanted to see how Mr. Yin and Yang planned to deal with the ghost of the old man.

Ying Sixue's nightmare lasted for several minutes.

Gradually, the girl's expression became relaxed.

The sound of her breathing also calmed down.

It seemed that she had been freed from the nightmare.

However, strange footsteps suddenly sounded in the villa.

The sound of footsteps came from the bedroom on the second floor.

It seems that something is moving in Ying Sixue's bedroom.

Crunch... crunch...

The huge chandelier at the top of the living room began to shake strangely.

The bright light trembled a few times and then went out suddenly.

Darkness covers everything.

Yang Xuming's hand silently pressed on the wooden box beside him.

His gaze was staring at Mr. Yin and Yang in front of him.

At this moment, Wu Xingliang seemed to have noticed something.

His unpredictable expression has disappeared, but his brows are frowned, as if the situation was beyond his expectations.

Because the footsteps upstairs are slow and heavy, they don't sound like women's footsteps.

It's more like the footsteps of an old man...

Yang Xuming looked at Wu Xingliang's dark shadow coldly, but still did not act.

The footsteps on the second floor began to walk towards the first floor.

That thing, went downstairs.

The temperature in the air seems to have become even lower.

Ying Sixue, who was sleeping on the sofa, turned over and curled up slightly.

It seems to be aware of the cold.

But the two men who were awake in the living room still didn't do anything.

The sound of footsteps began to go downstairs.

Every sound of the heavy and slow footsteps seemed so harsh.

Wu Xingliang's hand tightly grasped the lid of the black wine jar.

The slow and heavy footsteps also slowly came to the first floor.

咚——咚——咚——

The slow footsteps sounded so terrifying in the quiet night.

It was like a heavy drum beating.

The slow footsteps have come near the sofa.

It's very close to them.

However, Yang Xuming on the sofa stared at the direction where the footsteps sounded, but saw nothing.

The light in the living room is very dim.

After the chandelier is extinguished, only the street lamp light refracted from outside the window brings a little brightness to the place.

But this dim light can only vaguely see figures in the dark.

But the direction of the footsteps sounded, but there was no dark shadow.

It seems that no one is walking there at all.

Gradually, the sound of footsteps got closer.

In the end, he stopped beside them.

In the living room, fell into a weird silence.

Wu Xingliang's breathing began to rush, and he seemed to feel nervous.

And Ying Sixue lying on the sofa was strangely quiet, as if dead.

This strange silence did not know how long it lasted.

In Yang Xuming's vision, the dark shadow lying on the sofa slowly sat up.

In the dim light, the silhouette of the shadow seen is Ying Sixue.

She woke up?

Yang Xuming stared at her tightly.

However, Ying Sixue in the dark made no sound.

She sat there, motionless, breathing still smoothly, as if she was still asleep.

But the temperature in the living room seems to be lower.

Yang Xuming even began to get fine goose bumps on his skin exposed to the air.

He stared at the black shadow belonging to Wu Xingliang, if this pretending Mr. Yin and Yang did not act, he planned to wake up Ying Sixue first.

After sitting there for a few seconds in silence, Ying Sixue stood up suddenly.

Her head began to rise slowly.

Her body began to slowly rise from the ground.

A heavy, painful breath came out of her nose.

It seems that in the darkness, a pair of invisible big hands pinched her neck and lifted her up.

Seeing this scene, Wu Xingliang, who had been unresponsive, finally moved.

He slammed open the lid of the wine jar, and a small shadow slammed out of the jar and rushed directly at Ying Sixue!