All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

In the kitchen, a faint smell of hot oil wafted from the oil pan.

The flames scorched the pot full of hot oil, and even standing at the door, you could feel the faint heat rushing toward your face.

Yang Xuming dodged directly into the kitchen, and then locked the kitchen door.

boom--

There was a loud noise and the kitchen door shook violently.

When Yang Xuming came in, the monster had already chased him.

Now he is blocked by the gate.

But this door obviously couldn't stop the monster.

It started slamming into the door frantically, trying to open it.

But the monster's body is very small, and its strength is not very strong. The hard collision only slams the door banging and banging, but it can't really knock the door open.

Seeing this situation, Yang Xuming's heart was relieved.

Although this monster is terrible, at least it hasn't grown up yet...

He backed away, into the middle of the kitchen, and black flames began to emerge from his body.

Soon, Yang Xuming's injured shoulder was completely covered by black flames.

In these flames, the wound on his shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was only discovered when Yang Xuming was bitten on his shoulder by a monster.

In the place covered by the black flame, the wound on the shoulder was slowly healing.

So in the illusion of Wangguanying before, was his wound healed inexplicably because of this black ghost fire?

Yang Xuming didn't expect that this black ghost fire could not only make Li Gui feel pain, but also speed up the healing of his own wounds.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuming dissipated the flame on his shoulders and interrupted the healing of the wound.

Then he reached out and picked up the kitchen knife on the kitchen cutting board, and pointed the tip of the knife at the **** area of ​​his shoulder.

The sharp blade slowly cut into the flesh and blood of the shoulder, bringing out more blood.

The pain hits the person's soul directly, making his hand holding the knife tremble.

But Yang Xuming did not scream, let alone scream.

He stared at the trembling door of the kitchen, feeling the madness of the monster outside.

Then he gritted his teeth and cut a small piece of fresh flesh directly from his shoulder.

Scarlet blood flowed out.

Yang Xuming seems to have cut a blood vessel.

But the black flame appeared quickly, completely enveloping the **** wound.

The **** place quickly began to heal and scab.

Yang Xuming held the **** and even warm flesh in his hand, and took a deep breath.

He turned on the faucet of the sink, washed the blood off his body with clean water, then opened the seasoning box and sprinkled pepper and cumin powder on his body.

Finally, he used the spatula to hold the piece of fresh flesh that was chopped from the shoulder, and held the spatula to the pan.

Throughout the whole process, Yang Xuming's movements were very calm, meticulous, and did not panic at all.

Even if the monster outside the door no longer hits the door, but starts to gnaw the door madly.

The sound of the fangs tearing the door panel was tingling.

Soon, this thin kitchen door was chewed open a hole.

The monster crawled in along this small hole.

Yang Xuming remained indifferent, just standing by the oil pan, staring coldly at this ugly monster.

After the monster came in, it didn't immediately pounce on Yang Xuming.

It probed the air with that ugly head like a sarcoma, and then opened its teeth full of fangs, and began to swallow the air in the kitchen.

It seems that it is a bit confused.

But now Yang Xuming is full of the smell of pepper and cumin, and is covered by such a strong smell. Even a professionally trained police dog can hardly smell Yang Xuming's smell nearby, not to mention such a monster.

In the end, the monster locked the spatula above the oil pan.

The fresh flesh and blood in that spatula exudes the smell of flesh and blood belonging to Yang Xuming.

Although the fragrance of this flesh and blood is not strong, it is tantamount to the most eye-catching lamp in the dark to the monster.

Finally, under Yang Xuming's indifferent gaze, the monster let out a roar of excitement, jumped up, and flew towards the spatula in Yang Xuming's hand.

The speed was so fast that it almost turned into an afterimage.

But it is fast, and Yang Xuming's movements are not slow.

When the monster jumped up and turned into an afterimage, Yang Xuming turned the spatula over and the meat in the spatula fell directly into the hot oil pan.

The oil pan boiled instantly, and a tangy smell of meat wafted in the kitchen.

But the next second, the oil pan exploded.

The monster directly chased the meat and fell into the oil pan, the boiling blood splashed out, and the entire oil pan shook violently for a moment.

In the pan, the screams of the monster screamed.

"Wow wow wow wow wow wow!!!"

That screaming scream sounded like a baby.

Yang Xuming didn't care about it, and directly raised the lid in his hand, trying to rush up as he was scalded by the splashing hot oil.

The moment the shadow entered the oil pan, the lid was directly closed.

boom--

With a muffled sound, the lid in Yang Xuming's hand felt the strength of the impact coming from the oil pan.

That monster wants to come out!

But when the oil pan was boiling and deep-fried at high temperature, this monster was traumatized.

Although it didn't die immediately, it struggled much less, and even the lid of the pot did not vibrate.

Just to be on the safe side, Yang Xuming still pressed the lid firmly with his hands, and would never give the monster any chance to escape.

Under the lid, the monster's screams became more and more screaming, and the strength of the struggle became weaker and weaker.

In the end, it made a weak, crying cry for mercy.

"Dad...Dad..."

In the strange stench wafting in the kitchen, the baby's crying wailing sound looked pitiful.

But Yang Xuming's hand holding the lid did not relax at all, and even his cold expression did not move.

He was still standing there, watching indifferently the howling of the monster in the oil pan was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, the monster was quiet.

After a few seconds of silence, there was a scream of hysterical screams from the oil pan.

The scream seemed to have exhausted its last strength, and the whole oil pan was quiet after the shout.

Only a slight weak scream sounded slowly in the oil pan.

The monster who had finished shouting didn't even have the strength to push the lid of the pot.

What it shouts is...

"mother……"

At the moment when he heard the cry for help, Yang Xuming said nothing.

But the cold wind came in from outside the window.

The door of the kitchen was blasted open by Juli in an instant.

The chilly wind roared in the kitchen, extinguishing the natural gas burning on the stove in an instant.

The scarlet wedding dress appeared at the kitchen door.

A pair of indifferent eyes stared silently at Yang Xuming in the kitchen.

And the lid on the frying pan in his hand.

The world is quiet.