All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

At the same time as the slamming of the door sounded, Yang Xuming silently lifted the Frostmourne in his hand.

He did not move.

But he is not far from the gate here.

The slamming of the door only lasted three times and then disappeared.

At the same time, the closed and locked door opened silently.

The heavy and slow footsteps walked into the room.

The temperature in the study began to drop.

This seems to have become a standard configuration for Li Gui to play.

As the footsteps approached, Yang Xuming rushed out and closed the door of the study.

With his hand, he pressed the switch hard...

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the lights in the study turned on instantly.

An old man with a strange smile appeared in Yang Xuming's field of vision.

But when the lights came on, the old man immediately let out a howl of pain.

It quickly squatted down, holding its head, its figure began to fade, and soon became translucent.

But a small black shadow jumped out of the corner when the light was on.

The black cat seemed to have come in long ago, and now it directly pounced on Yang Xuming.

But Yang Xuming ignored the black cat at all.

He rushed directly towards the old man in the house.

The Frostmourne in his hand was heavy.

"Turn off the lights!"

Yang Xuming roared, and Ying Sixue, who had been guarding the other switch of the light, immediately turned off the light.

The study was plunged into darkness again.

In the almost completely dark study room, Frostmourne in Yang Xuming's hand was severely chopped out.

He slashed directly at the place where the old man squatted before.

"Xiaozi!"

Yang Xuming roared again, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from his pocket.

At the same time, Frostmourne in his hand seemed to have chopped something.

There was a dull muffled sound in the darkness.

Yang Xuming's sword seemed to be smashed into a ball of jelly, and he felt a little bit of stagnation.

But Xiao Zi's hands stretched out directly and grabbed Yang Xuming's body.

Although it was pitch black in the study, these pale hands seemed to have a clear goal, directly grabbing something.

Then began to pull back hard.

The old man's painful howling sounded in Yang Xuming's ear.

But after it was caught by Xiaozi, it already meant that he could no longer break free, an absolute dead end.

Those pale arms were slowly retracting.

The old man began to struggle frantically.

Yang Xuming couldn't really see it in the dark, but the kind of rushing struggle was right beside him, close at hand, he felt the crazy resistance of this ghost when he was about to die.

But unfortunately, after being caught by Xiaozi's hands, it seems that her actions will be greatly restricted.

For example, when Yang Xuming was grasped by these hands, he was completely stiff and unable to move.

Although the old man could struggle to move, the strength was too weak to affect much at all.

Xiao Zi's hands were still silently shrunk back.

In the corner, a stern cat cry sounded.

The cold wind rushed from behind Yang Xuming.

Something fell on his shoulder.

But in the dark, this black cat is completely in a semi-transparent illusory state.

Yang Xuming could feel the other party madly scratching and tearing his face, but he couldn't feel any pain.

It's more like the touch of a cool breeze across your cheeks.

The black cat's cry was stern and terrifying, and it was almost crazy.

Seeing that his predecessor was about to be dragged into the diary, the cat that turned into a ghost was completely violent.

But no matter how violent it was, it couldn't hurt Yang Xuming at all, and it couldn't stop its owner from being dragged into the diary by those pale arms.

The strength of the old man's struggle is getting weaker and weaker.

The speed at which those pale arms retracted faster and faster.

In the end, the old man completely gave up resisting.

With a "shoo" sound from those pale arms, they dragged two dark objects into Yang Xuming's pocket in an instant.

In Yang Xuming's ear, the black cat howled in grief and despair.

The horrible howl, full of endless resentment and hatred, made people's scalp numb.

Yang Xuming didn't give the other party a chance to react, and shouted out the moment the old man was dragged into the diary.

"Turn on the lights!"

Snapped!

With a soft sound, the light was turned on by Ying Sixue again.

The moment the study was illuminated, the black cat not only did not escape, but furiously grabbed Yang Xuming's face with his paws.

It was so angry that it couldn't even mention its own head. As both paws scratched Yang Xuming frantically, the black cat's head fell off.

"Xiaozi!"

A pair of pale arms suddenly stretched out from Yang Xuming's pocket.

These hands instantly grabbed the headless cat corpse standing on Yang Xuming's shoulders, and began to drag hard.

Only a few claw marks appeared on Yang Xuming's face, and the black cat was caught.

Its actions instantly became rigid.

Although the black cat's mouth kept uttering that kind of penetrating screams.

But it even became extremely slow in raising its paws.

After being caught by Xiaozi's hands, the black cat seemed to be completely frozen.

Its headless body was dragged into Yang Xuming's pocket.

And the head that was rolling on the floor grumbled around, and his two round eyes just looked at Yang Xuming.

In the black cat's eyes, the vertical beast pupils shrank slightly.

But this time, before the black cat's eyes had time to capture Yang Xuming in front of him, a fiercely shaped skull sword fell directly from the sky.

"Want to yin me? I've been guarding you long ago!"

Yang Xuming sneered and slammed the large hilt directly on the black cat's head.

The wide blade of the sword obscured the sight of the black cat's head, making it completely unable to activate its abilities.

And the body of the headless black cat was dragged into Yang Xuming's pocket by his pale hands and quickly disappeared.

In the end, only a round black cat's head remained in the entire study, which was pressed by the hilt and could not move.

Yang Xuming turned around, looked at the black cat's head by his feet, and snorted coldly.

"Help your master and servant find the culprit who caused you, and let you pay for your blood debts, I am worthy of you... Xiaozi! Swallow this stupid cat!"

Yang Xuming took out the diary and threw it directly at the black cat's head on the floor.

The pale pink diary opened in mid-air, and a pair of pale arms stretched out directly from it.

These hands carefully bypassed the sword body of Frostmourne, and then grabbed the black cat's head under the sword body, and pulled the black cat's head out with force, and dragged it directly into the diary.

In the study room, finally quieted down.

Yang Xuming squatted on the spot and took a breath, then picked up the diary on the floor.

Then, he looked at Ying Sixue who was aside, and said.

"nailed it."

There are a few shallow cat's claw marks on Yang Xuming's face.

Ying Sixue was a little nervous, "Mr. Yang, you...your face."

Yang Xuming touched the wound on his face and said, "It's okay, the skin is traumatized, it can't be ruined."

The man with half of his face bleeding and the collar and chest covered with blood smiled as he said.

Under the light, this blood-stained face seemed inexplicable...

PS: I made everyone wait for a long time and went home at 12 o'clock. It was too late. Sorry