All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the quiet bedroom, there was silence.

Yang Xuming, weak, lay on the bed with sluggish eyes, like a broken toy.

The pain of suffocation almost took his life.

At the last moment, he did feel the shadow of death.

If the notebook did not give up in time, he had no doubt that Li Zi would really kill him directly.

Now that he barely recovered a small life, it seems that I have to thank Xiaozi for letting go of him at last?

As for the reason why Xiao Zi finally let go of him, it was actually quite obvious. The people killed by the Li ghost either had no bones or became a ghost.

Xiaozi wanted to kill him, she definitely wanted to turn him into a ghost.

But if Li Zi killed Yang Xuming first, then Yang Xuming would become Li Zi’s ghost.

So at the last moment, Xiao Zi chose to give up, after all, if she persisted, she would only be able to fetch a basket of water.

emmmmm... Regarding this situation, Yang Xuming no longer knows what to say.

Slowly, he turned his head.

On the bedside table next to the pillow, the red candle representing his marriage with plum was still slowly burning.

The light yellow candle flame was beating, seeming to laugh at him silently.

Well, yes, in theory, if the red candle is not extinguished, the plum will not hurt him.

This "in theory" is really spiritual.

Yang Xuming looked dumb.

After lying on the bed for a while, feeling the body gradually regained consciousness, Yang Xuming sat up slowly.

He first blew out the candle next to his pillow, and then found out "The Record of Life and Death."

I saw that on the third page of "The Record of Life and Death", there were still the previous words without any new changes.

But now looking at the prompts and warnings above, Yang Xuming felt as though he was mocking him no matter how he looked.

Staring at the broken book for a while, Yang Xuming finally threw away the "Record of Life and Death" helplessly, and said.

"I'm really bad for eight years... Uncle, if you leave this stuff to me, is it reliable?"

Yang Xuming looked helpless.

If the uncle has a system to collect negative energy, you can probably get such a message at this time—Negative energy from Yang Xuming +99999...

Of course, the premise is that the uncle is still alive.

Yang Xuming let out a long sigh, and finally looked at the diary in front of him.

This pale pink diary was lying quietly on the quilt, not only when it was closed.

The **** the cover sitting on the grass with her back to Yang Xuming still has the same posture.

However, the long black hair felt strange as she looked at it.

Her two hands hanging beside her were indeed as pale as a dead person.

And now looking at this diary, Yang Xuming even felt like he was looking at a corpse.

Staring fiercely at this diary, Yang Xuming remained motionless.

And the diary was lying on the bed quietly, and there was no movement.

The two sides confronted each other in such a strange way, and time passed by...

At the same time, Liupanshui Second Detention Center.

Ma Dequan in the single cell suddenly awoke from his nightmare.

As an extremely dangerous serial murderer, he was isolated and lived alone in a room.

This is a special treatment.

But at this time, Ma Dequan woke up from his nightmare and saw the cold and empty room in front of him, but he could only feel the gloomy breath.

In the nightmare, he returned home.

The house is dark and there is no light on.

But he didn't seem to realize this, opened the refrigerator as usual and took out the frozen soup inside.

However, at this moment, there was a rustling sound from the bottom of the refrigerator.

Someone seems to be talking inside.

But how can anyone talk in the refrigerator?

Ma Dequan is very strange.

That's a freezer, everything in it has been frozen into ballast.

With a little curiosity, Ma Dequan squatted down.

Opened the lower freezer.

He heard nothing.

It seemed that as he opened the freezer, what was talking inside disappeared.

Ma Dequan was a little confused.

He didn't know where he took out a flashlight to illuminate the freezer below.

In the low temperature of minus eighteen degrees, anything placed inside is frozen.

Including the head of Ma Dequan's wife.

Inside the dark freezer, a human head was silently placed in the middle.

When the flashlight lights up, you can see a layer of ice on the surface of the skin.

The face of his wife still maintains the despair when she is dying.

The horrified eyes widened had become muddy, and they were no longer as clear as the first few days.

Between her slightly widened lips, she could see her tongue stiff with cold.

In this way, Ma Dequan looked at his wife's head and quietly looked at the frozen expression of despair and horror.

He subconsciously reached out and touched his wife's face.

Coldly.

What the tentacle felt was wet and cold, as if it had touched an ice surface.

However, the moment Ma Dequan touched the human head...

"Hehehehe..."

In the refrigerator, his wife's eyes jerked.

The muddy eyes rolled, staring at Ma Dequan at the door of the refrigerator.

The frozen mouth cracked slightly, revealing a crazy smile.

She is laughing.

The cold and strange laughter brought an indescribable chill, which spread to his limbs.

In an instant, Ma Dequan woke up from his nightmare.

Cold sweat all over.

The detention center in the early hours of the morning was so quiet that no extra sound could be heard.

Even the snoring of the cell next door disappeared at this time.

In the deserted cell, Ma Dequan sat on the bed in a daze, and was silent for a while.

Has he had a nightmare?

Why is the wife's head smiling? What is she laughing at?

Why does he have such a nightmare...

Subconsciously, Ma Dequan opened his sleeves.

Through the cold moonlight in the cell, Ma Dequan saw a black tattoo on his wrist.

It is an eye, and the simple black line outlines the pattern of the eye.

This only appeared after he was caught.

Before that, Ma Dequan had no tattoos on his arms.

Under the dim moonlight, he stared at the black eye pattern blankly, feeling cold all over his body inexplicably.

The lines of this eye are extremely simple, but extremely vivid.

It even gives people a real feeling in that eye.

It seems that in the dark, one eye is really staring at him.

Ma Dequan felt uncomfortable.

He quickly covered the eye pattern on his wrist with his sleeve, but the feeling of being peeked still existed.

He didn't know where this tattoo came from.

This mysterious and strange tattoo gave him an illusion that he was being spotted.

It seems that it won't be long before the person who left him this tattoo will come and look for him.

But this is the detention center!

He should be safe...