All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Around the dark tomb, the originally silent and strange atmosphere has completely disappeared without a trace.

Instead, it is like the sound of a construction site excavator.

The huge roar after another shook Yang Xuming's scalp numb.

He and Yue Zhentao have been looking at Lianxiang Village. Fortunately, the distance between Lianxiang Village is really far, and the momentum created by Ying Sixue looks scary, but the sound is not very loud, so Lianxiang Village at the foot of the mountain has no response. .

In the end, the grave standing in the dark barren forest was completely cut off most of the dirt, revealing a black coffin.

Ying Sixue's [False World] stopped the move of violent grave relocation.

She stood in front of the grave and uttered a cry.

"I knew it was done this way, it's convenient and fast."

Standing behind two men, the expressions on their faces were all incomprehensible.

Yang Xuming sighed heavily and said, "Then open the coffin now?"

Yue Zhentao paid attention to the surroundings for a while, and said, "Although there is still no sound of insects, the strange chill seems to have disappeared. Are the so-called ghosts afraid of evil people?"

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming, "Master Yang, let's open the coffin."

Yang Xuming was stunned for a moment, "Me? Why?"

"Because your wildfire can heal all injuries and is the best candidate to be an MT! Of the three of us, only you are seriously injured and can recover quickly!"

Ying Sixue said, "If there is really a ghost buried in the coffin, it is most dangerous for Teacher Yue and I to open the coffin."

Yang Xuming glared at her and said, "Then I am not dangerous? If this ghost's ability is the kind of god-stick type, such as the unreasonable ability like "open the coffin", wouldn't I be dead? deal?"

With that said, he still carried the shovel and walked towards the grave bag in front of him.

The grave bag at this time can no longer be said to be a grave bag.

Ying Sixue violently cut off the round soil bag in half, and the dirt was flying everywhere.

This messy scene, no matter how powerful they are, they absolutely cannot cover it up.

By tomorrow morning, people nearby should know that Wu Xiaosong’s grave was dug... eh...

Thinking of this, he glared at Ying Sixue again, and said, "Bulldog!"

With that, he jumped directly onto the grave and stood on the edge of the coffin.

The coffin at my feet is a black coffin.

It was just buried in the soil for too long, and it was covered with mud.

Yang Xuming's shovel plunged directly into the gap between the coffin lid and said, "Then I will open the coffin."

Yang Xuming looked at Ying Sixue.

Ying Sixue said, "First use your white ghost fire to envelop the entire coffin. Use the maximum gravity to catch this coffin. Even if there is something in it, it will be difficult to jump out."

Yang Xuming nodded, "Understood."

The white flame quickly spread along his palm to the shovel.

Then it spread quickly to the entire coffin along the part where the shovel and the coffin were in contact, completely covering the coffin buried in the soil.

Yang Xuming took a deep breath and said, "Ascend the coffin!"

The sound fell, and his hands were dyed with red flames. Under the blessing of strength, he pryed hard, and directly pried the coffin cover by his feet.

The cold cold wind flew out of the cracks in the coffin with the moment the lid of the coffin flew up.

Yang Xuming, the nearest one, was the first to bear the brunt, stiff and cold in his hands and feet.

"Damn! There are real ghosts in there!"

Yang Xuming shouted, "Mr. Yue! Hurry up!"

Peeping for an instant, he had already seen a figure lying in the coffin.

And a pair of red eyes looking at him coldly in the dark!

There is really a ghost in this coffin!

And in that ghost's arms, holding a book!

Before Yang Xuming could see the ghostly appearance, a more violent cold wind broke out from the coffin.

The lid of the coffin, which was only pried open, was directly lifted by the cold and hit Yang Xuming heavily.

The heavy coffin lid smashed on the body, directly smashing Yang Xuming out.

"puff……"

Yang Xuming in midair spouted blood directly, feeling that the ribs in his chest cavity had been broken.

He shouted in disbelief, "Ms. Yue!"

Why don't you do it yet!

He looked at the figure in front of the grave below.

Then, he heard Teacher Yue's anxious voice.

"Xiao Qian! Drag it away!"

This order was given to his wife.

Because of the ghost in the coffin, he has slowly stood up.

Teacher Yue shouted at the ghost.

In the next second, a gloomy chill flashed in the air.

Ying Sixue, who rushed from the other side of the ghost, was taken aback and disappeared out of thin air.

In this way, they disappeared into Yang Xuming's vision.

Yang Xuming in midair was stunned.

What happened in less than two seconds?

As he fell in the mountains and forests, he heard Yue Zhentao's shocked shouts.

"Xiao Qian! Let you drag the ghost! What are you doing?"

Hearing this sound, Yang Xuming's chest suddenly hurt, and a sharp tree trunk emerged directly from his chest.

There happened to be a thin tree where he was shot down. After falling, the body directly passed through this thin tree trunk, and blood spurted out.

"NS!"

The pain made Yang Xuming's eyes black.

Fortunately, the injury was not fatal. He gritted his teeth and endured the pain of his chest being pierced, and stood up from the forest.

Then he pulled out the broken trunk hanging from his chest.

A fountain of blood spurted out, and while Yang Xuming quickly covered it with his hands, a red flame burned wildly at the wound.

He knelt among the trees, and shouted, "Ms. Yue! What are you doing!"

In front of the grave, Yue Zhentao stood there stiffly, facing the ghost standing in the coffin, he didn't even move!

Facing Yang Xuming's questioning, Yue Zhentao took a deep breath.

He said with an ugly expression, "Don't activate abilities... This ghost's ability is interference!"

"Xiaoqian clearly wanted to drag it away just now, and the selected target was also it, but the one who disappeared out of thin air became Miss Ying... This ghost's ability is definitely an interference!"

With the dim moonlight in the sky, Yang Xuming finally saw the ghost standing in the coffin clearly.

The pale bandage covered its whole body, making it look like a bloated mummy.

But the sharp scalpel is densely inserted into it, making it look like a hedgehog.

The only area not covered by the bandage is its eyes.

It was a pair of blood-red eyes that were still lit even in the dark, just like real evil spirits.

But what Yang Xuming cared most was the book he was holding in his hands.

A book with a leather cover.

At the moment when he saw this book, Yang Xuming's heart beat suddenly, giving birth to an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

In the cold wind, he couldn't help swallowing, he couldn't believe it.

"No..."