All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the police car driven by Wangzhen, Yang Xuming returned to the vicinity of the Wetland Park.

After getting out of the car and saying goodbye to Wangzhen, he walked into the house alone.

It was approaching four o'clock in the morning, which was the darkest time of summer night.

Yang Xuming climbed the stairs alone and returned to his door.

However, Yang Xuming hesitated while holding the key in his hand.

Uh... Li Zi hasn't sent a text message to urge him, he shouldn't be angry yet, right?

But at this point, if he opens the door now, will he open the door and kill it directly?

Yang Xuming hesitated, but to be on the safe side, he first touched the red candle.

Holding the red candle, Yang Xuming cautiously opened the door.

The sound of the door lock turning was very piercing and eye-catching in the dark.

Yang Xuming swallowed and opened the door quietly.

"Moses Moses? Plum? Are you at home..."

Yang Xuming held the red candle and quietly glanced at the room.

Quiet, everything is as usual.

It seems that nothing happened.

Yang Xuming waited for a while, and after confirming that there was no strange reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief and walked in.

In the living room, it was exactly the same as before he left, nothing changed.

The roses at the door of the plum room are still there, untouched, but the cakes I bought before going out today are only cake boxes.

It seems that the taste of today's cake is still very satisfying to the little ancestor?

Yang Xuming didn't dare to delay, and went straight into his bedroom.

I flirted with plums last night and almost flirted myself with an explosion.

He learned his lesson tonight and dared not provoke plum.

Without washing his feet, Yang Xuming slipped into the room directly.

Draw the curtains, lock the doors and windows, and get ready to sleep.

Yang Xuming feels that if he keeps on doing this, he has to suffer from a kidney loss.

Before going to bed, Yang Xuming took out everything in his handbag and tidied it up.

Wigs are made of plums, Hanfu is also made of plums, and even women's bags are made of plums.

After Yang Xuming put these things back in place, the only things left in his hand were the candle and the pink notebook.

There are also nunchakus.

The gift from Li Gui and the pink notebook Xiao Zi gave remained unchanged.

It seems that Xiaozi hasn't fully awakened yet?

Yang Xuming placed the red candle on the bedside table and then went to bed.

Open the "Record of Life and Death", there is no change in the above text.

The same as before.

The broken book did not instruct him what to do next to deal with the ghost.

It seems that Xiao Zi hasn't fully awakened yet, and the conditions are still not met, so "The Record of Life and Death" has no response. .

With a helpless sigh, Yang Xuming put down the "Record of Life and Death" and planned to sleep.

But before going to bed, he glanced at the pink notebook from the corner of his eye, and suddenly noticed the weird place.

The cover of the notebook is a cute crayon drawing, on which is a girl sitting on the grass with her back facing Yang Xuming.

In the evening breeze, the girl's long hair was dancing, with an inexplicable feeling of cuteness.

At first glance, this cover is no different from before.

But after a closer look, Yang Xuming felt a bit of chill inexplicably.

It's like being stared at by something terrifying.

In the quiet bedroom, Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds and picked up the pink notebook.

Then, he finally found something wrong.

The **** the cover with her back to him is still sitting in the same posture as before, making her face invisible.

However, the two arms exposed under the sleeves have now become pale and strange colors.

This color, like the skin of a dead person, is weird and eerie, incompatible with the lovely tone of the entire crayon painting.

Even when Yang Xuming was looking at the cover, he had an illusion in a daze. It seemed that the girl with her back to him had actually turned her head and was staring straight at him.

Inexplicably, Yang Xuming had a cold back.

Fuck... This is the ghost that is waking up?

It feels more permeating than Jiang Xiaoyu's diary.

Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds before throwing away the notebook.

This book gave him a very uncomfortable feeling, as well as an inexplicable anxiety.

But after thinking about it for a while, Yang Xuming finally picked up the notebook again.

According to "The Record of Life and Death", Xiao Zi is the key to his dealing with ghosts.

After doing so much by myself, are you scared at the last minute?

Then what's the point of embarrassing him when he ran out in the middle of the night wearing women's clothing!

Yang Xuming took a deep breath and picked up the diary.

Then he opened it slowly.

That's right, this notebook that couldn't be opened last night can now be opened.

Although "The Record of Life and Death" mentioned before, you can't open the notebook in this room.

But Yang Xuming thought for a while and felt that it was more dangerous not to look at the notebook in the house.

After all, when completing the task, the reminder given by "The Record of Life and Death" seems to imply that this girl named Wu Zi wants to kill him when she becomes a ghost?

In this case, wouldn't it be more dangerous if you open the notebook outside with your bare hands?

At home, there is still a plum covered.

When I look at my laptop outside, I feel cold when something happens.

Anyway, there are still marriage candles. In theory, Li Zi will not hurt him.

Well, in theory...

At the very least, compared to this unfamiliar little posture, it was plum that made Yang Xuming more at ease.

In other words, even if he were to die, he would rather die in Li Zi's hands.

After taking a deep breath, Yang Xuming opened the notebook.

What appeared before his eyes were the pages of the book with a faint fragrance.

The first page is the title page, with a lilac pattern on the pale blue title page.

In the middle of the blank space, there are two very charming words written-Wu Zi.

In addition, there is no extra text on this title page.

Yang Xuming turned the title page and finally saw the text of this notebook.

...

September 3, sunny.

Today is the first day of the university and I met a good roommate.

They didn't make fun of me because of my stuttering, but they didn't say much about it in a tacit understanding.

When I saw them skip this topic tacitly, I felt a warm feeling in my heart.

Dad is right. As long as you study hard, get admitted to a good university, and let yourself be surrounded by good people, you can stay away from those guys who take pleasure in hurting others.

Very happy.

The previous anxiety and anxiety all disappeared after seeing these roommates.

I will definitely work harder to improve myself and make my university life full and happy.

The tribulations of life have not knocked you down, and your future will be brighter.

come on! Wu Zi, you are the best.

...

After reading the first page of the diary, Yang Xuming's mouth twitched.

Is this pink notebook a diary?

The first page starts from the first day of girls’ college?

Read on, there shouldn't be any problems...

What happened the last time I read Jiang Xiaoyu's diary, now Yang Xuming thinks about it and feels a shadow in his heart.

Want to read the diary now?

Yang Xuming thought for a while, planning to turn directly to the last page.

However, a strange thing happened and he could only turn to the second page. The pages behind it seemed to be glued to death, and he couldn't open it at all.

"... Must read page by page?"

Yang Xuming sat on the bed with a tangled expression on his face.

He feels that the situation is very bad now.

This diary is clearly pitted.

But he seems to have to jump in this pit?

"Eh... life is so difficult."

Yang Xuming sighed long and began to look at the second page.