All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The taxi stopped in the middle of Wangguanying street.

On both sides of the dim streets, the residents have their doors and windows closed, and no one can be seen.

Only the light of the solar street lamp radiated dim light in the dark, reflecting Song Daudao's face in the car as pale as paper.

On the back seat behind him, sitting a woman with a painful expression holding her head, seemed to be suffering from a headache, and it seemed that the sudden brake just made her very uncomfortable.

And beside her, there was a horrible figure sitting quietly.

The boy in white should have been pretty handsome.

But at this time, he was covered with blood, and his head above his neck was a little fuzzy and translucent, as if it would disappear at any time.

Its expression is gloomy, its eyes are dull, its face is full of life, and there is no breath of living beings.

This kind of appearance can only be synthesized with special effects in a movie. There is only one name for this kind of thing that appears in reality, and that is ghost!

The woman behind him was angrily asking him why he suddenly stopped.

Song Daudao was cold all over and his limbs were cold. Even though he was so scared, he just wanted to slam the door and escape immediately.

But at this time, if you really did that, you would definitely die first!

He doesn't think he can run out of the hands of a ghost...

After swallowing, Song Boldly murmured, "It seems that the car is broken..."

With that said, he unfastened the seat belt buckle a little nervously, and opened the door carefully, "I'll go down and take a look."

While he said this, he carefully observed one person and one ghost in the back row... or two ghosts?

Fortunately, the two ghosts didn't care about him at this time.

The middle-aged woman was holding her head and looked uncomfortable. She didn't know what happened.

The **** white boy looked at the distance blankly, not knowing where he was looking, the head above his neck was like a projection of signal interference, shaking. Occasionally, she frowned, as if she was very upset.

——Neither of these two ghosts paid any attention to Song Bold's abnormality.

Seeing this scene, Song Daudao breathed a sigh of relief.

He pushed open the car door, got out of the car as usual as possible, then walked to the front and opened the car cover, took out the phone, turned on the light, and looked inside for a while.

Then he walked carefully to the back window and whispered to the woman inside.

"That... eldest sister... my car has no brake fluid. It's weak now. You have to add some brake fluid to start it again."

"Wait for me in the car. I'll go ahead and buy a bottle of brake fluid."

After speaking, he waited nervously for the woman's answer.

At the same time, Song Boldly lowered his eyelids, pretending not to see another ghost next to the woman, for fear of attracting the other's attention.

The woman was holding her head in an uncomfortable look. She didn't even answer a word, but waved her hand impatiently to beckon him to get out.

Seeing that the woman agreed, he turned around and ran away towards the street in front of him.

return?

Come back ass!

Song Boldly decided that he would never drive a taxi again in his life.

What a special thing!

Is he so unlucky for other taxi drivers? I hit ghosts twice in a row in just two months, and I can't live this day!

He made up his mind to leave directly, and went to the police station on the street to hide.

He didn't believe these two ghosts and dared to chase after him to the police station and make trouble for him!

Watching the driver leave in the dark, Wu Xiaosong, who had been sitting in the back seat, spoke.

"Let's go."

It looked blankly at the direction of the mud **** and said, "This driver won't be back. Let's walk next."

The ghost face, who was holding his head in pain, raised his head, and asked a little uncomfortably, "Wh...what?"

She did not hear what her son said.

Wu Xiaosong looked at her blankly and repeated, "This driver won't come back, let's walk."

The ghost face stared at his son blankly, and it took two seconds to react, "Little... Komatsu! Why did you come out?"

She only saw her son next to her.

Wu Xiaosong pushed the car door and floated out silently.

Indifferent words rang in the ears of the ghost face.

"I have entered the control of that female ghost, and now my state is a bit unstable. She has noticed that I am back and is trying to enslave me again."

"This is also the cause of your headache...but it doesn't matter, just hold on for a while."

"The seal is very strong, and this female ghost won't be struggling for long."

Then, Guimian also pushed the door and got out of the car staggeringly.

She covered her head and looked at the direction the driver was leaving, her face gloomy, "Did this guy see you... or kill him..."

Wu Xiaosong shook his head.

"It doesn't make sense. Killing him won't make your headache any better, and it's a waste of time."

"Let him go."

"We have more important things to do..."

Wu Xiaosong looked in the direction of the mud slope.

The head above its neck, flashing like a slide, seemed to disappear at any time.

In the night breeze, Wu Xiaosong's tone was a little gloomy.

"I can't control my emotions... I must kill that ghost before I lose control."

"My biggest advantage right now is that I can still maintain my sanity... If I lose even this last sanity, it is probably dangerous..."

...

The night breeze swayed the mountains in the gorge.

Yang Xuming in the tent opened his eyes in a daze, and found that Ying Sixue outside the tent was pushing him carefully with his hands.

Sitting up rubbing his eyes, Yang Xuming asked, "Is the ghost face coming?"

He lowered his voice.

Although it is far from the road and here, even if the ghost face really comes, you can't hear what he said, but Yang Xuming subconsciously lowered his voice.

Ying Sixue shook her head straight, then quietly pointed to a place not far away, lip-synching-look over there.

So Yang Xuming poked his head out of the tent and looked in the direction Ying Sixue pointed.

Under the cold moonlight at midnight, a figure was sitting quietly on the edge of a mountain not far away, with his back facing them.

The light between the canyons and mountains is very dim, even if there is moonlight, you can only see the rudiment of that person's back, but you can't identify the identity of the other person.

Yang Xuming was a little confused, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this..."

Ying Sixue looked weird and also whispered, "I don't know, it suddenly appeared there...but that direction is a cliff, and the only way past must pass by us."

"I've been sitting here for so long and haven't seen how that guy passed by. It's as if he appeared out of thin air."

Yang Xuming immediately understood, "Is it a ghost?"

His spirit tensed immediately.

Ying Sixue nodded and shook his head again.

"I think..." She looked at Yang Xuming and said with a weird expression, "It may be an acquaintance we know..."

Yang Xuming climbed out of the tent and said, "Come and take a look."

He picked up Frostmourne at his hand and walked towards the figure sitting on the cliff.

As the distance between the two parties got closer and closer, Yang Xuming finally felt the familiar cold breath in the air.

This kind of cold feeling is indeed only a ghost can have...

Is the guy in front of you a ghost?

Yang Xuming's expression became serious.

His spirit also tightened.

Ying Sixue followed not far behind him, and the two of them kept a safe distance one after the other, and could help each other.

As the distance approached, the figure who had been sitting finally moved.

He was sitting there bent over, as if the figure overlooking the night view of the canyon sat up straight.

In the night breeze, the other party's low cough sounded.

"Okay, just stop there."

The shadow on the edge of the cliff whispered, "If you get closer, it will be difficult for everyone to meet."

The moment this voice sounded, Yang Xuming was stunned.

Because this voice is so familiar, it's clearly...

"Lin Zongli?!"

Behind Yang Xuming, Ying Sixue said in surprise, "Are you still alive?"

In the moonlight, the dark shadow sitting on the edge of the cliff gave a low laugh, with a bitter tone.

"No... I'm dead, the kind with no bones left."

"But I haven't become a ghost, so you don't need to worry for the time being. I am not here to harm you this time."

"But to remind you one thing."

The black shadow with his back to the two said in the darkness, "The [head] lost by the blood coffin female ghost has returned."

"The one who came back this time is the really usable [head], not the fake head you saw before."

"This is a very dangerous omen, but it is also an opportunity..."

Taking a deep breath, the shadow on the edge of the cliff whispered, "Yang Xuming, maybe you can take this opportunity to get back the part you are missing."