All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

During the time when Wu Xingliang was speaking, the black cat seemed to have completely lost its target and did not attack anyone.

But Yang Xuming knew that this thing was not so easy to deal with.

Just closing your eyes may not be able to deal with it.

He must rush to ask the black cat to get more useful information before he does it.

"Then Bianhua is in the air-raid shelter? But without Bianhua's blessing, whoever enters the air-raid shelter will die. Then how did you go in and water the Bianhua with blood in the first place?"

This question is very important.

Yang Xuming felt that this air-raid shelter might be a hiding place for ghosts.

Judging from the warnings on the "Record of Life and Death", the ghost is hiding in a terrifying area that no one is allowed to enter, and it will be life-threatening if it enters.

The air-raid shelter Wu Xingliang said seemed to be such a terrifying area that no one would enter.

He must want to ask how these people got in and out of the air-raid shelter safely.

Faced with Yang Xuming's question, Wu Xingliang hesitated for a few seconds.

Then, he said, "I can help you bring blood in. The number of cultivators for this other side flower is not full. It is good to have one more of you, and it can mature earlier."

"So were you someone else helping you bring the blood in?" Yang Xuming asked.

"Sorry, I have said enough," Wu Xingliang said, "If you want to know more details, when we leave here, I can tell you in detail."

Yang Xuming asked again, "Then the last question, since this ghost was created by you, you will regularly harvest its grievances and use it to grow flowers. It stands to reason that it should be kept in captivity by you and has no resistance. That's right, why are you still so afraid of it?"

Wu Xingliang's face was a little dark, "Are you really stupid or fake... Reaping grievances can be done without disturbing him by going to its burial site during the day. You also raised Li Gui in captivity... Do you think Li Gui is a piglet? Let you knead it? Under normal circumstances, who would dare to provoke such a terrifying ghost?"

"My ghost infant was killed by it in seconds, this kind of terrifying ghost, don't run fast when you see it, what are you still grinding here!"

Wu Xingliang's mood was about to collapse.

Yang Xuming shook his head.

"I thought you were very fierce... You are raising ghosts and cultivating other shore flowers. It turned out to be a soft-footed shrimp... eh... it's really disappointing."

Yang Xuming reached out and took the remote control chandelier from Ying Sixue and turned off the chandelier above his head.

The empty living room became dark again.

Yang Xuming stood in the dark and shouted, pointing to where Wu Xingliang was.

"Master! This guy is called Wu Xingliang, Mr. Yin and Yang. He chose your tomb, and he ordered your burial. It is also his request to bury your cat in a coffin with you. He is the one who entrapped you. The culprit."

"The big enemy you've been looking for is right in front of your eyes!"

When Yang Xuming called out, Wu Xingliang jumped up.

"Your uncle!"

Wu Xingliang scolded in anger, "Well, take me out? You are not creditable bastard!"

Yang Xuming said innocently, "We don't need to be credited with the evil spirits like you...Father! Come on! Your enemy is right in front of you!"

In the darkness, the heavy and slow footsteps began to sound again.

The old man who couldn't move under the light, now moved again.

And the sound of footsteps was approaching towards Wu Xingliang's position.

Wu Xingliang was startled and angry, turned around and ran upstairs.

"You treachery bastard! I remember you!"

Wu Xingliang roared.

He was going to jump out from the balcony on the second floor.

However, although the footsteps in the dark sounded slow and heavy, they quickly caught up with Wu Xingliang's.

At the top of the stairs, Wu Xingliang's horrified screams sounded.

"It's not me! Old man! I didn't kill you! Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, it's not me!!!"

Amid the painful screams, the sound of broken bones came from the stairs.

Ying Sixue shook her body when she heard it, and subconsciously grasped Yang Xuming's sleeves, and muttered, "Mr. Yang...Mr. Yang, is this guy not going to die?"

Yang Xuming patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, you can't die."

With that said, Yang Xuming held the red candle in his left hand and dragged Frostmourne with his right, and walked in the direction of the stairs.

He shouted.

"Hurry up and tell me how to enter the air-raid shelter, and I will rescue you!"

At the top of the stairs, Wu Xingliang was struggling desperately and screaming in pain.

In the darkness, there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands that broke one of his legs, and now they were holding him tightly, making him unable to escape.

And the hands started to move, seeming to want to choke his neck.

Wu Xingliang was so scared that he screamed in horror.

"It was the mask that helped me enter the air-raid shelter, and I don't know how to get in safely. She also told me the things about Bianhua, I didn't even know before!!!"

Wu Xingliang's screams were full of endless fear.

Because the old man's hands had already pinched his neck.

In the darkness, Yang Xuming rushed violently.

He rushed directly to the stairway and roared.

"Xiaozi!"

A pair of pale hands suddenly stretched out in the dark, and directly grabbed the air at the top of the stairs.

In the dim light, Yang Xuming vaguely saw a vague and translucent figure disappearing instantly, without being caught by Xiaozi's hands.

The moment the vague black shadow disappeared, Wu Xingliang fell softly, sitting on the stairs shaking all over.

His left foot was completely twisted into a weird arc by violence, which looked extremely permeating.

Yang Xuming rushed to him, stepped on his shoulder, and forced to ask.

"Who is the mask?"

While pressing questions, Yang Xuming watched the surrounding darkness vigilantly, guarding against the old man's attack.

By this time, Wu Xingliang had completely resigned.

He clutched his broken left foot, and his voice even trembled with pain.

"The face... The mask is one of the flower growers. She taught me how to water the otheran flowers, and she brought my blood in and watered the flowers."

"Every time she sees me, she wears a mask."

"But judging from her clothes, body shape and voice, she should be an old woman about 1.5 meters tall."

"I don't know much about her, except that she is a wet sprite."

"I don't know why she chose me, but Bianhua is indeed very powerful. As long as the cultivation is successful, all of us who grow flowers can live for decades and live for a long time."

"And in the future, I will be between half human and half ghost. The eyes can see the real ghost. Ordinary ghosts don't even dare to provoke us when they see us."

"Anyway, something very magical and powerful, almost completely harmless!"

PS: Yes, there will be a chapter later