All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Ying Sixue's words made Yang Xuming a black line.

What a metaphor...

But after looking at the scene in the small courtyard, he had to admit that although Ying Sixue's metaphor was very sand-sculpted, it was the most realistic.

Because the plum that came out of the blood door was obviously not a real plum.

Although it is a blood-red wedding gown, no matter its appearance, appearance, or even the incomparable sense of terror and oppression, it is no different from the plum floating in the night sky.

But only at the first glance, Yang Xuming can realize that it is definitely not a plum.

That feeling... Compared with the real plum, it is like an empty shell without a soul, a puppet made of man-made, even if it can be made to be fake, it is always fake.

And with the appearance of this evil spirit exactly like Li Zi, the semi-transparent Yin Soldiers in the courtyard holding the holy spirit flags disappeared one after another.

They all turned into a strange blood mist and were inhaled into the "Plum" standing in the middle of the small courtyard.

As all the translucent blood shadows were absorbed by the "plum", the false plum felt more and more evil.

But at the same time, the difference between it and the plums floating in the night sky is getting bigger.

Now even if Yang Xuming is asked to identify it, he can recognize at a glance that the **** and evil spirit in front of him is a complete fake.

But the plum in the night sky obviously attached great importance to the sudden appearance of the fake.

In the wind and snow, the blood-red wedding gown suspended in the night sky unfolded.

The cold wind was bitter and the snow was flying.

Just a momentary gaze crossed, and the blood-red wedding dress in the night sky disappeared from everyone's vision.

The plum disappeared again?

Yang Xuming hurriedly looked at the courtyard, trying to find the trace of Li Zi.

But he failed.

The plum disappeared this time, and did not appear anywhere in the yard like a teleport.

She seemed to disappear like this, so that the two ghosts in the yard looked around vigilantly, trying to find the missing plum.

Ying Sixue shrank behind Yang Xuming subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Where did your daughter-in-law... go? What is her big move?"

Yang Xuming shook his head helplessly, "I have never seen her zoom in..."

The enemies encountered in the past, even the rice noodle factory manager in the air-raid shelter, did not seem to be so tough that he needed to be taken seriously by Plum.

So Yang Xuming really didn't know what special abilities Li Zi had besides the flat A attack.

But soon, Yang Xuming finally knew where the plum had gone.

Because the darkness that flooded the entire courtyard and mourning hall began to fade.

Those darkness was originally the shadow of plums, but now they are beginning to fade away, revealing the original color of the object.

In the wind and snow, the small courtyard once again recovered its color.

The ground became white, it was snow.

The blood coffin in the mourning hall is scarlet and dazzling, and the white cloth hanging in front of the gate is pale and strange...

A world that was originally monotonous and black quickly restored its original color.

And the black that faded and dissipated, and finally all retreated in one direction.

In the end, all the black was absorbed by a blood-red figure and disappeared under her feet.

Plum.

She stood silently under the withered locust tree, as if she had been standing there from the beginning, no one was aware of when she had been standing there.

In the small courtyard, the burly figure in the blood-clad hat saw the plum appeared and roared.

The spirit banner in its hand suddenly stopped, and in the crisp sound of the bell rang, the "plum" that came out of the blood door moved.

The **** "plum" disappeared from the place instantly, dragging a series of blood-red afterimages like a cannonball, rushing towards the plums under the locust tree.

boom!

With a loud noise, the false "plum" slammed into an invisible barrier.

Under the withered locust tree, Li Zi stared at the fake indifferently, silent.

But the "Plum" who hit the invisible barrier in front of her screamed angrily, and stretched out pale ghost claws to madly tore the invisible barrier between the two sides.

The sound of something being torn apart continued to sound, and the invisible barrier was continuously torn apart.

But Li Zi, who had witnessed everything, was extremely calm. She just stretched out a hand and grabbed the locust tree trunk beside her.

The body of the withered locust tree was twisted, as if it would collapse at any time.

But the moment plum's hand touched the body of the locust tree, the tree seemed to come alive, giving people a very strange feeling.

The next second, there was a rumbling sound.

The whole withered locust tree was pulled out directly.

The thick and twisted tree roots danced in the air, and crimson blood dripped from it.

The roots of this locust tree turned out to be thick blood vessels.

In the wind and snow, those blood vessels broke apart with the force of the plum, and more blood was shot out.

In the mourning hall, there was a howl of pain.

It seems that the headless female corpse hiding in the blood coffin was hurt by this.

Then, the wind blew up and the tree swept across.

Plum's pale and slender hands touched the thick trunk, and the trunk seemed to be stuck to her hand, and she smashed it out directly.

Boom!

The locust tree fell to the ground and directly knocked down two ghosts who could not dodge.

Whether it was the burly figure in the blood-robed hat and the fake plum full of blood, they were all smashed into the ground in an instant.

That scene looked like two ghosts were planted into the ground.

The burly figure in the blood-clothed hat let out a painful howl, it even more crazily holding the hoisting flag in its hand and shaking it vigorously.

And in front of it, the fake plums that were "planted" into the ground like it also roared.

The false plum stubbornly grasped the locust tree pressed above his head, and his blood boiled, and the majestic evil spirit even affected the three Yang Xuming on the corridor.

Yang Xuming felt that he could not breathe well.

That feeling is too scary.

Ying Sixue murmured, "I want to zoom in..."

And her judgment finally came true this time.

The false plum hissed, blood boiled all over.

Then, all the blood qi was sucked into the body by it.

In the end, this terrifying ghost, almost exactly the same as Li Zi, stared at Li with fierce eyes and roared angrily.

The blood qi sucked into its body suddenly spread out, filling the entire small courtyard in an instant.

Even Yang Xuming on the corridor was covered with blood.

Ying Sixue exclaimed, "My hand...my hand!"

She looked at her hands in horror, and found that her hands were beginning to become old visible to the naked eye.

When Yang Xuming looked at Ying Sixue, he was shocked to see that the girl's face was also rapidly aging.

He raised his hands in a bit of astonishment, and found that his hands were the same?

Is shrouded by this blood, will age?