All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The bright lights reflected the "girl" in Yang Xuming's hands.

The long black hair, because it had been stuffed in the body bag for too long, was a little messy and curled down.

The slightly closed eyes seemed to be asleep, with a serene expression.

His pale lips were bloodless, but they looked more like a sick beauty who was asleep.

Her peaceful and peaceful sleep makes it difficult for people to associate her with the corpse.

But if the line of sight continues to look down, the fact that the girl in his hand is just a corpse will be very real.

The red wedding gown is worn on the girl.

The delicate collarbone looks extremely beautiful in the light.

However, the sides of the collarbone, which originally belonged to the place where the shoulder and the arm were connected, were empty.

The girl who fell asleep with closed eyes had no arms.

Her shoulders were empty, as if someone had forcibly severed her arm with a sharp weapon, and the flesh and blood at the fracture were clearly visible.

And not only the arms, but the line of sight continued downward, and the girl's legs were gone.

It is not the kind of brutal force cut off, the assailant's technique is very neat.

The blade that cuts the legs delicately cuts along the joint between the leg and the crotch, and without cutting off the leg bones, delicately unloaded the girl's legs.

The delicacy of the blade did not even hurt the skirt of the girl's wedding dress.

When Yang Xuming stood holding the plum in his arms, his eyes were level with plum's face, and the skirt of the wedding dress just dropped to the ground.

Looking from a distance, it even looks like Yang Xuming is holding a bride with complete legs but missing hands. He can't see the appearance of missing legs.

However, although the cutting blades of both hands and legs are exquisite, they did not cause too terrible wounds.

But the wound on the girl's chest was extremely terrifying.

In the scarlet blood hole, the entire heart space was completely hollowed out. The cut flesh and blood rolled outwards, revealing the empty holes inside, making the scalp numb.

No matter how many times he watched it, Yang Xuming couldn't bear such a picture.

He held Li Zi's waist, shaking more and more severely.

But now is not the time for sentimental pain.

He took a deep breath, calmed down his inner emotions, and then gently placed the girl in his arms on the white cloth that had been laid out earlier.

Then he squatted down, stretched out his fingers, and gently unbuttoned the wedding dress for Li.

Generally speaking, the corpses in the underground corpse should be stripped of clothing, tidyed up a little, then stuffed into a corpse bag, and then sent to the cold storage room.

But plum's body was not treated like this.

It still wore the wedding gown from when it was dying, and it hasn't been touched.

I don't know whether it was the reason why the police specifically told not to destroy the victim's body, or that Li Zi's death was so terrible that the person in charge of handling the body was lazy and afraid to touch it.

Anyway, Li Zi's body, dressed in the wedding gown from the tragic death, was stuffed into a corpse bag for refrigeration without tidying up any appearance.

Until now, Yang Xuming brought it out...

But with such a terrifying death of Li Zi, probably only Yang Xuming in this world can face this corpse so calmly.

Even at the beginning, when he saw the terrifying appearance of Li Zi's tragic death in his nightmare, Yang Xuming was so frightened that his hands and feet were cold.

"call……"

Taking a deep breath again, Yang Xuming's trembling fingers settled a bit.

He slowly and gently untied the bridal gown that was stained with blood and solidified with a large blood clot on Li Zi's body, his gentle movements seemed to be afraid of hurting the plum.

In the end, he took off all the clothes on the corpse.

Under the bright light, the corpse with the weird and pale white skin was completely exposed in front of Yang Xuming.

There is no more shadow.

The delicate collarbone, the slender waist, and the flat lower abdomen... If it weren't for the scary wound on the chest, this is clearly a beautiful female body like a sculpture.

But now, it has a ghastly taste.

Yang Xuming opened another backpack, still taking out the contents gently.

Left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot... and the heart.

After taking out these things one after another, Yang Xuming put his hands and feet back to their original positions.

As for the heart, he gently put it back into the blood hole on his chest, and then carefully smoothed the flesh and blood that had been rolled over the wound, and covered the heart with the flesh that had turned out.

Then he splashed a basin of clean water and scrubbed Plum's body carefully and meticulously.

Wipe up all blood stains.

When Yang Xuming removed the towel and stood up, lying on the white cloth in the middle of the room was a girl with her eyes slightly closed and sleeping quietly.

Even the terrible wound on her chest, after smoothing the rolled flesh and wiping off the blood stains, did not look so terrible anymore.

But Yang Xuming did not stop.

He took out a small first-aid kit and took out the surgical needles and thread inside.

Started to mending the mutilated corpse.

Although the blood of the rooster can be neutralized by the power of the ghost, the defective corpse can be repaired slowly.

But Yang Xuming also needs to repair the body first.

Sewing the corpse is the basis of the corpse chaser.

In ancient times, in order to bring those beheaded and decapitated corpses home, the corpse chaser often needed to sew the head of the corpse to the neck with a needle and thread, so as to drive the corpse to walk.

What Yang Xuming is doing now is just what his ancestors have done.

It's just that he sews very carefully and carefully.

For this reason, when Yang Xuming sewed all his hands and feet together with his torso, and even slightly mended the hideous wounds on his chest, a long time had passed.

The sky outside the window is already bright.

Although it was only six o'clock in the morning, the sky was bright early in the late summer.

Yang Xuming looked at the corpse lying quietly on the white cloth in front of him, and let out a long sigh.

The hard work of this night was finally not in vain.

He knelt down, carefully picked up plum's body, and then gently put it into a wooden barrel on the side.

Then, his gaze shifted to the roosters in the corner.

Logically speaking, this point should be when the rooster crows.

However, these chickens have not crowed, they all shuddered together and shivered, seeming to have expected their own death.

Or maybe he felt the bitter chill inside the house and was frightened.

Yang Xuming didn't have any thoughts of pity and sympathy, so he walked over, opened the cage, and brought out a rooster.

Take out the knife, wipe off the fluff from the chicken neck, then carry the chicken to the barrel and cut with the knife...

As Yang Xuming carried the rooster upside down, the blood flowed directly into the wooden barrel along the wound on the rooster's neck and dripped onto the plum body.

And in the process of this death, the chicken was surprisingly not struggling, but its eyes widened and motionless, and occasionally twitched as the blood in the body was lost.

In this way, Yang Xuming kept repeating the same process.

Walked to the side, took out the rooster, wiped the fluff from the neck, cut it open, and carried the chicken upside down to let the blood flow into the barrel...

The blood of a rooster is too little, and the blood that a bright red rooster bleeds is no more than a small bowl.

Yang Xuming didn't know how many chickens he had killed, so he barely filled the wooden barrel in front of him with chicken blood, just over the top of Plum's head.

It looked like it was just a bucket of chicken blood now, and no one would have guessed that there was a corpse sitting inside.

Throwing away the chicken in his hand, Yang Xuming let out a long sigh.

In the room, there was a strong smell of blood that was almost scary.

He glanced back and saw the rooster corpses piled up on a hill behind him.

In this spectacular scene, Yang Xuming's mouth twitched.

I was busy bleeding out just now, worried that the number of roosters would be enough, but I didn't expect that there were so many corpses piled up behind me unknowingly?

He looked at the corner again and found that there were only three trembling roosters huddled together in the cage in the corner.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming sighed.

"Your companions are dead, and it would be cruel to keep the three of you alive..."

With that said, he walked over and killed the three chickens one after another, and put all the blood into the wooden barrel.

Finally, throwing away the body of the last chicken, Yang Xuming completely covered the lid of the barrel and sealed it with a rope.

The lid was slightly modified when it was made, and after it was stuck in and closed, as long as the lid was tightened with a rope, the chicken blood inside would not leak out even if the barrel rolled over.

After all this, Yang Xuming was not only embarrassed with blood and blood, but also a little tired.

He looked at the wooden barrel in front of him and sighed.

"Kill so many chickens to fill a barrel... The technique invented by the ancestors of the Yang family is simply burning money!"

"How much does it cost for so many chickens..."