All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

There is no luster in the gloomy eyes.

Pale skin is not the color that a living person should have at all.

The most permeating thing is the wound on his chest and face.

A total of seven bullet holes, the power of the bullet cruelly tore his body.

One of its eyes was completely blown out, leaving a hole of blood dripping outwards in the original position.

His chin was pierced by a bullet, and the flesh of his chin was only hung by a small amount of flesh and hung silently on its incomprehensible face.

As for the wound on its chest, compared with its unrecognizable face, it can be called a normal injury.

This bloody, terrifying, deadly corpse was sitting in the coffin, and the only remaining eyeball was silently watching the living person outside the mourning hall.

Then, the corpse's jaw trembled, making a hoarse voice.

"what do you want to do?"

As the corpse spoke, its chin on its face seemed to be constantly shaking, and it might fall off at any time.

The corpse asked about the old man at the door of the mourning hall.

The old man looked at the dead body indifferently, and said, "Stop the second brother's evil thoughts from raging, and completely bury the village's crimes."

After the old man said these words, the corpse in the blood coffin shook suddenly.

It laughed sarcastically.

"Stop? Burial? Ha ha ha ha..."

The corpse's gray eyes looked at the old man coldly, and said, "The third child, you are still the kind of a woman as always."

"How do you stop it? Obediently lie back in your coffin and wait for death."

"That monster got the body, and we are going to die."

"That monster is dead, and we are going to die too."

"It's all dead, why should I find myself uncomfortable? Isn't it okay to lie down obediently and wait for death?"

At this moment, there was a strange scream in the direction of the bamboo forest.

The screaming sound resembled insects and beast roars, and the strange feeling was shocking.

Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue all looked in the direction of the bamboo forest, and Ying Sixue said anxiously.

"That's too late!"

The ghost in the blood coffin suddenly looked at the girl in front of him.

Its intact eyeball moved slightly.

"This little girl... is beautiful."

The corpse's face trembled and said, "I changed my mind. I can help you, but the condition is that this girl must die!"

There was an extremely ugly grin on the corpse's terrifying face.

"She was brought in by my daughter. My daughter is dead. How can she live alone?"

"Kill her! I'll help you!"

In the direction of the bamboo forest, the roar of the monster came again.

The blood coffin ghost glanced in the direction of the bamboo forest, grinned and said, "You have to hurry up, it's too late, maybe the monster will enter the Buddhist hall."

The old man looked at the two living people behind him without speaking.

Ying Sixue's face was a little pale, as if a little frightened.

But Yang Xuming beside her suddenly spoke, "Master, if I hack this guy to death, is the blood coffin still useful?"

The old man glanced at Yang Xuming and nodded, "It's useful."

Yang Xuming directly dragged the ferocious sword to the mourning hall.

"What nonsense is that!"

Yang Xuming said indifferently, "Kill it! Time is too late!"

In the cold cold wind, the tall and strong man blocked the gate of the mourning hall like an iron tower.

The huge two-handed sword in his hand was heavy and fierce, and the horned skeleton on the hilt seemed to be howling.

He blocked the door directly, and walked in with a cold expression.

Then he slammed the portrait in front of the blood coffin...

boom!

With a loud noise, the table holding the portrait and tribute was chopped by Yang Xuming on the spot, and the wood chips flew randomly.

The expression of the evil spirit in the blood coffin was slightly stagnant, and then became more and more ferocious.

"Want to kill me? Kid, you are tired of life!"

The sticky blood on the surface of the coffin began to squirm crazily, as if it was alive, it seemed to want to get out of the coffin.

At the same time, a faint blood mist floated in the mourning hall.

The unpleasant smell of blood is very pungent.

But Yang Xuming did not stay.

After breaking the altar, he walked directly towards the blood coffin.

Frostmourne with the wide blade of the sword was smashed heavily by him and hit the evil spirit in the blood coffin.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, and the sword in Yang Xuming's hand crashed onto the coffin, making an ear-piercing sound.

But the ghost jumped out of the blood coffin hastily, and roared angrily at Yang Xuming.

"You are really looking for death!"

The evil spirit roared, "Since you want to die, then I will send you to die!"

As the evil spirit roared, the blood on the blood coffin began to boil.

The blood dripping from the surface of the coffin on the floor squirmed crazily and drowned towards Yang Xuming.

However, Yang Xuming directly jumped on the spot, and while jumping away from the blood sneak attack, the big sword in his hand smashed into the evil spirit in front of him heavily.

fight? He Yang Xuming hasn't been afraid of anyone yet!

The heavy sword slashed directly on the shoulder of the evil spirit.

A scream of screams came from the mouth of the evil spirit.

"Ahhhhhhh! Damn kid! I want you to die without a burial place!"

While the evil spirit screamed and desperately backed away, its hand directly touched his waist, and Yang Xuming only noticed that there was a gun box hanging on the evil spirit's waist!

This ghost has a gun?

Yang Xuming's eyes condensed, and he rushed over again, narrowing the distance between the two sides.

But at this time the evil spirit had already reached out the pistol on his waist.

Yang Xuming is two meters away from it.

It leaned against the wall of the mourning hall, looked at Yang Xuming in front of it, and laughed cruelly and wildly.

"Die to Lao Tzu!"

The gun in the evil spirit's hand was aimed at Yang Xuming.

The pitch-black muzzle pointed at Yang Xuming's chest.

Pull the trigger!

"Xiaozi!"

boom!

At the moment of the gunshot, a pair of pale ghost hands emerged out of thin air and stood in front of Yang Xuming.

Then, the bullet tore one of the ghost hands, leaving a blood hole in it.

But Yang Xuming had already narrowed the distance between the two sides, and his heavy two-handed swords slashed heavily at the evil ghost with a frightened expression.

"Uh ah ah ah!!!"

Amid the screams of the evil ghost, its hand, who had not had time to fire a second shot in the future, was directly cut by Yang Xuming.

Then Yang Xuming kicked the pistol far away, then hit the evil spirit's head with a heavy sword, knocking it to the ground on the spot.

But it is not the end.

After smashing the evil spirit to the ground, Yang Xuming bent down, pulling the evil spirit's hair with his left hand and began to rush out of the hall.

"Dodge!" Yang Xuming shouted toward the door.

While Ying Sixue and the old man at the entrance of the mourning hall dodge to the sides, Yang Xuming grabbed the evil spirit’s short hair and cruelly dragged the screaming evil spirit out of the mourning hall, leaving a long trail behind him. Blood stains.

Then, he stood at the door of the mourning hall, coldly looking at the horrified evil spirit at his feet, and coldly spit out a name.

"Xiao Zi..."

The pale ghost hand stretched out slowly and caught the evil ghost.

The evil spirit roared in despair.

"Do not!!!"

But in the next second, the screaming evil spirit was dragged directly into the diary by the ghost hand.

Completely disappeared in this world.

In the mourning hall, there was only a blood coffin without a corpse, which stopped there quietly.