All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

With the help of the flashlight, Yang Xuming frowned and stared at the small black coffin in front of him, a little confused.

This black coffin? Is it dad's stuff?

And is it made of pure iron?

But what can be packed in such a small coffin...

The blazing light showed all the photos in the pit.

Ying Sixue suddenly pointed to the side of the black coffin and said, "Wait, there seems to be something there."

Yang Xuming looked in the direction she pointed, and indeed found a weird place in the red mud.

Kneeling down and carefully shoveling away the surrounding soil with a shovel, Yang Xuming could see what it was.

-A piece of red cloth.

He almost didn't see it because it was mixed in the red soil.

It was Ying Sixue's reminder that he noticed the color difference between the red here and the red of the surrounding soil.

Picking up this piece of cloth and looking at it, Yang Xuming frowned and said, "This piece of cloth...it seems to be the one worn by my dad."

When I saw the ghost of my father before, the other party was wearing a swaggering blood-clothed hat and holding a striking hoisting flag. There were two bells on the hoisting flag that could drive away ghosts.

No matter how it looked, the cloth looked like the thing on the blood suit that Dad was wearing.

Yang Xuming put the cloth aside and continued to dig down.

Then he dug out more pieces of red cloth, and a red hat that was half rotten.

By this time, there is no need to doubt.

This is where dad is buried.

But what about the corpse? Where did the body go?

Yang Xuming continued to dig down, until no fine pieces of fabric appeared, and he still did not see his father's body.

He was a little puzzled--is it possible that Dad's body has rotted away?

But even if the meat is all rotten, the bones should still be there, right?

He raised his head and looked at Ying Sixue.

Ying Sixue was squatting on the edge of the pit, frowning and studying these fine pieces of cloth.

After a few seconds, Ying Sixue spoke.

"These fabrics don't rot naturally..."

She looked at Yang Xuming and said in Yang Xuming's stunned eyes, "It was torn apart."

"And if the clothes rot naturally, they should be in the same layer of soil."

"But when you excavated just now, these pieces of clothes were dug out intermittently, and they didn't come out of the same plane."

"In other words, it is likely that someone dug up the soil here, destroyed your father's clothes, and threw it in while backfilling the soil, which caused this situation."

Ying Sixue said silently, "Your father's body is probably not inside..."

This sentence made Yang Xuming stunned.

"But my dad only showed up not long ago. Isn't his body here anymore?"

"Besides, this place is so evil that ordinary people won't come in at all. Who will dig out my dad's body?"

Ying Sixue smiled bitterly and said, "Have you forgotten Xu Xuan's group of flower growers... and the time we saw your dad last time, it's actually been a long time since now."

"During this period of time, Xu Xuan's flower farmer might have dug up your father's body under Xu Xuan's instructions."

"Of course, it is not ruled out that your dad lifted the dirt and climbed out by himself..."

Ying Sixue's words left Yang Xuming speechless.

"In short, my father's body is probably not here anymore..."

As he said, he looked at the small black coffin beside the pit.

The small coffin looks like a model, but after miniaturization it looks a bit small and cute, without the weirdness of the big coffin.

He hesitated for a few seconds and said, "How about we open this coffin and see what's inside."

Ying Sixue nodded, walked around to the other side, and said, "Okay, you can drive now."

So Yang Xuming pried open the black iron coffin directly with a shovel.

However, after the small metal coffin lid was lifted, nothing happened.

There was no scary ghost jumping from inside, no sharp hidden weapon flew out of the coffin, and even the passage with weird gas that is common in movies did not happen.

The black coffin in the flashlight light stood there quietly, without any movement.

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue stared at them for a long time, even their breathing slowed down subconsciously, but nothing happened.

Even the ghosts around did not make any noise.

The whole cave was silent, everyone and ghosts were staring at this small black coffin.

However, nothing happened.

After a few seconds, Yang Xuming moved closer, finally seeing the scene inside the coffin.

In the small coffin, some dried blood stains remained.

I don't know how long it has been, these blood stains still maintained a scarlet color, and a weird breath was revealed in the light.

Except for these dried blood stains, there was nothing in the coffin, empty.

After Ying Sixue leaned in, she also saw the scene inside.

She whispered, "It looks like the contents have also been taken away."

Ying Sixue looked at Yang Xuming with some worry, "My instinct tells me that the things inside must be related to you and important, otherwise your dad won't be with you."

"But now I have disappeared with your dad... If your father took it away, it would be nice to say."

"If it was done by the group of flower growers controlled by Xu Xuan..."

Ying Sixue's expression was very worried.

Under the light of the flashlight, Yang Xuming took a deep breath.

He said, "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided... Whether it was taken by Xu Xuan, what we have to do now is another thing... Keep digging."

He jumped directly back into the mud pit and continued to dig down with his shovel, without looking at the small coffin next to him.

Ying Sixue squatted by the side of the pit, picked up this small coffin and looked through it for a while, but found nothing.

This small coffin is pitch black all over, and the surface is slightly smooth, entirely made of pig iron.

Looking at this size, there are not many things that can be loaded.

But what exactly is it?

Looking at the blood remaining in the coffin, Ying Sixue frowned slightly...

Gudong——

The sudden sound of water made Ying Sixue raise her head quickly.

She turned to look at the mud pit beside her, but found that Yang Xuming, who was standing in the mud pit, had stopped digging at some point.

He stood quietly in the red mud pit, with a blood-red liquid constantly pouring up under his feet.

The part below his knee was completely submerged by the gushing blood red liquid.

It seems that Yang Xuming should have dug to the end.

The **** spring water mentioned in "The Record of Life and Death" finally gushed out from the ground.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Yang Xuming smiled.

He threw away the shovel in his hand and said.

"I'm going."

Then, Yang Xuming took a sharp breath and fell straight back.

The body fell heavily into the mud pit of blood surging.

Puff--

Splashes of water.