All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

The three of Yang Xuming who originally stood by and watched the play were so scared that they backed away several steps one after another.

The huge ghost hand that suddenly tore through the dark sky and descended from the sky was too terrifying!

Just that huge mountain-like appearance is enough to scare people's faces.

Ying Sixue directly exploded.

"Is this a giant soldier?" Ying Sixue shouted in disbelief, "Where is the ghost!!!"

Yang Xuming stared at the huge ghost hands that came from outside that day, and suddenly felt that these ghost hands were inexplicably familiar.

The thin and pale skin, the sharp, black nails...

These ghost hands seem to be...

In the next second, Yang Xuming's conjecture was verified.

At the end of the dark sky, the other hand tore through the dark sky and descended on this dark world.

It was a palm that looked extremely terrifying, and it was covered with countless blood-red giant pythons.

A closer look at the densely packed pythons revealed that they were actually magnifying blood-sucking worms that were not known how many times.

These ugly huge red worms are madly burrowing into the skin of the palm and sucking the blood inside. The amount of them has even completely submerged the surface of the hand, and the skin underneath is almost invisible.

But even so, this huge palm is still moving.

It stretched directly into the dark world and grabbed the blood red sedan chair in the cornfield.

In the sky, Lin Zongli's huge thunderous voice echoed.

"Old ghost, you broke the rules."

"This guest is neither your **** nor mine. We have no right to interfere with it."

In the next second, the blood-red giant hand covered with worms slammed heavily and directly hit the red sedan chair.

Yang Xuming and the others heard a stern female howl from a distance. When the blood-colored giant hand moved away, there was only a deep pit left in the same place.

The red sedan chair and the female ghost in the sedan chair disappeared without a trace.

After this scene, an angry and frantic hoarse roar sounded in the dark sky.

"Boy of the Lin family! You are looking for death!"

In the thunderous and deafening roar, the huge pale ghost hand slammed heavily on the burly ghost in the blood-clad hat.

But a more terrifying scene happened.

Facing the huge ghost hand that is as huge as a mountain, the figure of the blood-clothed hat is as small as an ant.

But when the huge ghost hand fell down, the ghost in the blood-clothed hat raised the hoist flag and thrust it into the ground!

Bell Bell Bell——

The vibration of the holy flag caused a more rapid ringing.

An invisible barrier appeared in the sky above the spirit-bearing banner.

After the huge ghost hand smashed down, it turned out to be smashed on an invisible barrier, making a dull muffled noise.

boom--

In the loud noise, the ghost hand that missed a hit withdrew.

But in the sky, the angry howling of the old ghost echoed.

"Boy of the Lin family! I want to strip your skin and tear down your bones!"

And as the huge ghost hand retracted behind the dark sky, the hand covered with huge worms also retracted.

In the cold wind of the cornfield, only the ghost in the blood-clothed hat standing in the big pit, holding the hoisting flag, silently looked at Yang Xuming and the others.

Even through the blood-red hat gauze, Yang Xuming and the others clearly felt the cold, horrifying eyes under the hat.

Ying Sixue was so scared that her hairs stood upright.

"Play your mother's audio quickly!" Ying Sixue shouted anxiously, "If you don't let go, your dad will rush over to kill someone!"

Yang Xuming directly raised the bell in his hand and threw it at the burly figure in the blood-clad hat.

Audio?

Give me a break!

As his father looks like this, ghosts know that he has no wisdom and feelings anymore.

Seeing this reaction from my own son, even if Yang Xuming’s mother’s voice is really released, what use is it?

Maybe it will irritate the other party and make his dad go crazy, and they will die even worse!

Since the other party was attracted by this bell, just throw it out so that his dad won't keep chasing him, right?

Yang Xuming saw from a distance that the bell drew an arc in mid-air and landed precisely at the feet of the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat.

At that moment, Yang Xuming held his breath intentionally.

He was waiting for his father's next reaction.

In the next second, the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat did not fall to his expectations, and the other party directly bent down and picked up the bell on the ground.

Then he took the bell and carried the white spirit-bearing banner, and walked in the other direction.

That direction is the direction of the high wall of Wangjiabao's earthen fort.

Doesn't it plan to leave and clear all the ghosts in this place?

Yang Xuming, who saw this scene, was a little frightened.

Ying Sixue watched the scary figure in the blood-clothed hat gradually walk away, and then asked in a low voice, "What should I do? Do you want to follow it and see?"

Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds.

He looked at the burly figure in the blood-clothed hat again, but couldn't feel the familiar feeling of his father from the other party.

All he could feel was the violent and evil terrifying evil spirit.

This is undoubtedly not his father, but the most terrifying and cruel ghost.

There is no memory, no emotion, no possibility of communication at all.

Compared with it, plums can be regarded as understanding.

Yang Xuming watched the burly figure in the blood cloak disappear into the darkness with a complicated complexion, and sighed silently.

"let's go……"

Yang Xuming looked at the direction of the sky and said, "We are going over there, and there is the direction from which Lin Zongli's voice came. I guess we can get out from there."

Ying Sixue nodded, "I think so too. Judging from the situation just now, we should have been turned into the game of Lin Qiu's brother and Wang's old ghost."

"The pale ghost in the cornfield represents the chess piece controlled by Lin Zongli, and at the same time the soul of the Lin family stranded here."

"And the area behind the high wall of the castle, should be the area where the old ghost of the Wang family is holding the chess piece."

"It's a pity that from what we know so far, the death of the chess pieces does not mean that these ghosts are really dead."

Ying Sixue murmured, "Otherwise, Lin Zongli and the old ghost played so many games. If every chess piece that is eaten represents the death of a ghost, the ghost here is probably dead."

Yang Xuming was slightly startled, "You mean... that Miss Wang's family didn't really die?"

Ying Sixue nodded, and then said, "Compared to this, we have to find a way out quickly."

Ying Sixue looked around and whispered, "If this is really a chessboard, then according to the characteristics of the chess game, although our cornfield is in Lin Zongli's area, it is not necessarily safe."

"There must be a chess piece belonging to the old ghost that has crossed the Chu River and Han boundary and came here."

"In case we encounter those ghosts who belong to the old ghost chess pieces, the situation will be very troublesome..."