All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Looking at the chicken corpse on the floor of the living room from a distance, Yang Xuming hesitated for two seconds before leaning over to take a closer look.

He saw more wounds on the body.

As if gnawed by a mad dog, the surface of the chicken's carcass was covered with tooth marks and small wounds.

The chicken's belly was violently torn apart, the internal organs were completely hollowed out, and only a few chicken intestines were dragged outside.

There are also bite marks on the chicken intestines...

It seems that the chicken's food last night loved the viscera very much.

Almost all the internal organs were eaten by it, but only a few bites in other places.

The meat from several wounds even hung crookedly on them, and was not eaten.

Judging from the scenes, the chicken's body seemed to have struggled.

This is really evil...

Yang Xuming was a little speechless.

After he fell asleep, what happened in the living room?

A chicken that was too dead to die got up and was caught and torn by something. The most weird thing is that this chicken has been struggling?

Isn't the place where he lives become a ghost's nest?

Yang Xuming's brain couldn't stop thinking.

Is there anything else in his house besides the two ghosts who knocked on the door and patted the window?

Or is this chicken eaten by those two ghosts?

Yang Xuming took out the "Record of Life and Death" to ask, but found that the third page was full of dense text, and there was no place for him to write.

After hesitating for two seconds, Yang Xuming sighed for a long time, and put away the "Record of Life and Death."

He walked to the corner and picked up the broom and shovel, and swept the chicken carcasses on the floor into the trash can.

Then he mopped the floor of the living room again with a mop.

Although there was no blood spattered during the killing of the chicken last night, when the chicken's body crawled to the bathroom after the ghost started, a long blood stain was dragged on the floor.

After finally cleaning the living room, Yang Xuming planned to throw the chicken carcasses in the trash can downstairs.

After all, overnight, the body of the chicken exudes a pungent stench.

But after the corner of his eye saw the door of another bedroom in the room, Yang Xuming was silent.

He thought of the scene he saw last night.

In front of the pale dressing table, a girl in a big red wedding gown sits in front of the mirror, putting makeup on herself...

After hesitating for a while, Yang Xuming took a deep breath and slowly stood up.

He walked towards the bedroom where Li Zi used to be.

But when he put his hand on the doorknob, Yang Xuming hesitated again.

A little bit...

Although he was his former lover, the experience that plum has brought to him in the past ten days is really horrible.

If it weren't for the jade pendant left by the uncle, Yang Xuming would have even been cold now.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuming didn't dare to open the door again.

What if the plum is really in the house...

Although the sun is shining and the sky is clear, Yang Xuming is still a little bit embarrassed.

He hesitated for two seconds, and touched the red candle in his pocket.

Fortunately, the red candle is still there.

In this case, he should be fine, right?

Didn’t "The Record of Life and Death" say that if the red candle is not extinguished, plum will not hurt him?

That broken book shouldn't lie to him, right?

Yang Xuming took a deep breath, then suddenly raised his hand...lightly knocked on the door.

Yang Xuming can guarantee that this is definitely the softest knock in his life.

咚咚咚—

The soft knock on the door spread far away in the quiet room.

Yang Xuming asked in a low voice, "Plum, are you in there?"

After an unspeakable silence passed, there was no response in the room.

Yang Xuming knocked on the door again, "If you don't speak, then I will come in?"

He carefully put his ear on the door of the room and listened carefully to the sound inside.

However, there was still no response from the room.

Yang Xuming then quietly pushed open the door, and carefully glanced inside through the crack of the door.

Fortunately, there is really nothing in the bedroom.

Not a pale hand leaped out to grab him, and no other eye was looking at him directly behind the crack of the door.

In the quiet and unoccupied bedroom, only warm sunlight came in through the windows.

Everything remains the same as it once was.

Here, it was originally Plum's bedroom.

The two were once shared roommates, and then they got together first when they were near the water.

After that, this bedroom was vacated, used to store sundries and hang clothes.

In the bedroom, besides a bed and a cabinet, there are also many portable drying racks purchased online.

It was covered with clothes.

However, they are basically plums.

There are so many clothes for girls that a closet can't fit.

But after the two fell in love, Li Zi had an extra room as a cloakroom... so she bought more clothes.

Yang Xuming glanced at the drying racks full of clothes, and went straight to the dressing table without much trouble.

The color of this dressing table is light milky white, which will appear pale in the moonlight.

However, during the day when the light is normal, it looks very beautiful, and the patterns on it are also very cute, and I don't feel the slightest gloom at all.

On the dressing table, there are some bottles and jars, all of which are skin care products that plums have used before.

Unlike most young girls, plums rarely make up.

But this is the fear of girls.

Even if Plum basically didn't buy cosmetics, but only the bottles and jars of skin care products, Yang Xuming was already dazzled.

Yang Xuming hasn't come in this room for a long time.

Before Li went home from the holiday, he cleaned up the cloakroom and everything was neatly packed.

After that, Yang Xuming only came in once, and never came in again.

But Yang Xuming remembers clearly that the last time he came to this room, the makeup box on the dressing table was closed and placed in the drawer of the dressing table.

But at this time, the makeup box, which should have been lying quietly in the drawer, appeared on the dressing table and was completely opened.

Last night, someone did sit here and put on makeup...

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds, and touched the surface of the vanity case with trembling fingers.

At that moment...

boom-

With a muffled sound, the door was closed.

Yang Xuming quickly retracted like an electric shock, and looked behind him in horror.

What appeared in his field of vision was the closed door.

But when he came in, he clearly opened the door... Could it be that it was closed by the wind?

Yang Xuming swallowed.

He looked at the room in front of him uneasily, and slowly took out the red candle.

Fortunately, the red candle did not burn.

Yang Xuming's heart settled a little bit.

"Li...Plum?" Yang Xuming asked in a low voice, "Are you here?"

A cold breeze blew by, and Yang Xuming shivered.

He lowered his head and realized something.

Sure enough, the candle wick in his hand trembled, slowly igniting a light.

The flickering dim candlelight reflected Yang Xuming's face sallow.

"Depend on…"