All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Lin Qiu's words made Yang Xuming frown slightly.

"This small village is the ruins where the blood-clothed butcher is located?"

He looked at the abandoned village in front of him again with a serious expression, "Are you serious?"

If the ruins where the butcher was based were based on this abandoned village as the background blueprint, then the meaning reflected behind it would be a bit scary.

Judging from the information currently available, it was the Wang family who died tragically. The Lin family's ancestors were the perpetrators and fled afterwards.

That being the case, why did the blood-clothed butcher who came to revenge use the abandoned village of Linjiaba as a blueprint to construct a nightmare?

Could it be that those things have been entrenched in this abandoned small mountain village for hundreds of years?

Frowning looking at the abandoned village in front of him, Yang Xuming said.

"Are you sure this village is exactly like the ruins in your nightmare?"

Lin Qiu nodded, "Except for the hoisting flags hanging everywhere, everything else is exactly the same."

"These completely open doors facing the entrance of the village, the few collapsed houses...The layout of the village and the appearance of the houses are indeed exactly the same as the nightmare I was hunted down before."

Lin Qiu's expression was serious and panicked.

Obviously, she also realized the weirdness of the village in front of her.

Yang Xuming stood outside the village and looked at it for a while, and said, "Don't enter the village yet, let's walk along the outside."

This is a relatively safe method.

The current situation in this village is weird and inexplicable, and entering without permission is fraught with danger.

Although the sun is shining now, it's noon time.

But things like ghosts don't have to appear at night.

Li Zi won't talk about it. Take Yang Xuming as an example. There is no difference between his ghost fires during the day and night, and there is no such thing as the ability to be suppressed during the day.

And Yang Xuming's ghost fire is actually similar to the ability of a ghost.

Since the daytime and sunlight cannot affect Yang Xuming's ghost fire, it is clear that there is no obstacle for Li ghosts to haunt during the day.

If there is a group of ghosts living in this abandoned mountain village, there is no difference between going in during the day and going in at night.

The two began to walk along the periphery of the village.

Because of long-term abandonment, thorns and shrubs grow around here, and weeds grow in the periphery of the village.

The two people walked for a while, and the trousers were all glued with tiny bits of Bidens.

Lin Qiu tried to tear it off at first, but the more sticky she got, she could only give up.

In comparison, Yang Xuming is very calm.

He completely ignored the sticky black needles, allowing them to stick to his trousers, without any response.

Yang Xuming's eyes have been alert to the abandoned tiled houses in the village.

All the tiled houses in this abandoned village have a characteristic, that is, the doors are all open, allowing light to shine in.

It's just that the house that has been in disrepair for a long time exudes a strong damp and rancid smell, which makes people very uncomfortable.

Even if there is a certain distance from those houses, they can still smell the strange smell in the old buildings.

Yang Xuming said, "This is probably the strength gap between your Lin family ancestors and the Wang family."

"The Wang family lives in the bunker earth building, and wants to go in to dig a tunnel. Linjiaba doesn't even have a wall here, and the strength of the two sides is obviously not on the same level."

Yang Xuming teased Lin Qiu's ancestors, but soon he stopped.

The village in Linjiaba is not big, but there are still a lot of houses.

But the tiled house in front of them was different from the other houses in the village.

Not only is the exterior and construction pattern different, but other places are also completely different.

The most striking difference is that the door of this room is closed and not open.

This seemed a bit out of place in an abandoned village with all the doors open.

Yang Xuming looked at the tiled house in front of him and said, "This place...isn't it an ancestral hall?"

Lin Qiu shook his head, "Guizhou has no custom of building ancestral halls."

Lin Qiu's statement and Yang Xuming also knew that there really seems to be no custom of building ancestral halls in Guizhou.

Even if there are many people of the same surname and clan in a village, there is no such thing as an ancestral hall for the patriarch.

Compared with the clans in other provinces, the clan of the people in Guizhou is more like a loose kinship relationship, and everyone gathers together to help each other.

There is neither patriarchal clan elders, nor clan rules and rules to punish clan members, and there is no important building such as an ancestral hall. The clan is loose and free.

"There is no ancestral hall now, it doesn't mean that there was no ancestral hall a hundred years ago."

Yang Xuming said as he walked directly towards the tiled house in front of him.

Lin Qiu had to follow his footsteps, and the two stopped in front of the abandoned brick house one after another.

This tiled house is different from other tiled houses. It is obviously not used to live in, but more like a small attic for keeping things.

There is also a crooked withered tree planted in front of the house, its branches withered and leaves withered, and it is unknown how long it has been dead.

Yang Xuming and the two came to this tiled house and found that this small attic did not even have windows.

Of course, it is normal for the old wooden tiled houses in Guizhou to have no windows.

It's just that the small attic in front of you feels very wrong.

Yang Xuming went to the door and pulled the door, but couldn't move it.

A rusty iron lock hung on the door. Although it was a certain age, Yang Xuming could not pull it open with brute force.

He could only lie down in the crack of the door and look inside, only to find that it was pitch black in the crack of the door and he couldn't see anything.

This room has neither windows nor lights, and Yang Xuming can see nothing from the cracks in the door.

He thought for a while and looked at the girl beside him.

"Do you mind if I smash your ancestor's door?"

Lin Qiu was shocked, "Huh?"

She hasn't figured out what Yang Xuming is going to do.

As a result, Yang Xuming had already lifted the sword in his hand and struck it directly on the rusty lock.

Click--

With a muffled sound, Yang Xuming rudely broke open the old iron lock that was already a certain age.

Losing the shackles of the iron lock, two crooked old wooden doors slowly opened inward, revealing everything in the house to the two living people outside the door.

Through the bright light of the day, Yang Xuming finally saw the scene in this small house.

A very ordinary small room, neither wide nor large, with only one altar, and a shrine on the altar.

On the shrine is... an image of a view?

Yang Xuming stood outside the door, frowning slightly at the statue of Guanyin on the shrine.

Since the incident of the Shuangga Red House, he has been somewhat stressed to the act of enshrining the Guanyin statue.

Now as soon as he saw the Guanyin statue on the shrine, Yang Xuming took a step back abruptly, and his hairs stood on end for no reason.

The statue of Guanyin standing quietly in the dark didn't know how long it had been there, but now it sees the sky again as the door opens.

The eyes of the **** statue are pale and weird, seeming to look straight at Yang Xuming...