All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Early in the morning, twelve twenty-five.

The crooked crescent was silently suspended in the dark sky, like an innocent sacrifice about to be swallowed by darkness, leaving only the last gleam of light in the world.

In the dark mountains and forests, the sound of insects can be heard.

Inexplicably noisy.

The Lianxiang Village at the foot of the mountain fell into silence soon after nightfall.

The noisy atmosphere in the daytime is as far away as an ancient legend.

Overlooking such a quiet village, Yue Zhentao, who leaned on a shovel, sighed and said.

"Everyone in the day is almost gone..."

Behind him, Ying Sixue glanced at Lianxiang Village and said, "There will be more people coming tomorrow, until the heat of this incident completely disappears, this Lianxiang Village can restore the original quietness."

Yang Xuming had already climbed up to the head of the grave, standing on the grave bag at this time, and said, "Is it going to start? It's so late now, no one should come over."

Ying Sixue glanced at him, "You seem to be eagerly excited... Is the grave-digging instinct flowing in your blood awakened?"

Yang Xuming glared at her, "The Yang family is a corpse chaser, not a captain who touches the golden captain. It has a hairy grave-digging instinct."

Ying Sixue looked at Yue Zhentao who was aside, "Just to be on the safe side, Teacher Yue, you should use your ability to alienate this neighborhood first."

"Although the possibility is unlikely, but still take a piece of insurance to avoid accidents."

Yue Zhentao nodded, closed his eyes, and began to communicate with his wife.

Yang Xuming squatted on the tomb bag and asked, "You mean, there might be ghosts in this tomb?"

Ying Sixue nodded, "There is such a possibility, although the possibility is very low, less than 10%, but let's leave a way."

"Now that we are the disadvantaged party, we must be careful and careful, even if there is a possibility of one in ten thousand, we must be careful."

"After all, this tomb belongs to the son of Guimian, and no one knows what's in it."

"In case the ghost face really left something in it, it would be too dangerous for us to dig the grave unpreparedly like this."

In this way, Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue waited for a long time.

After a while, Yue Zhentao opened his eyes again and said, "Well, with this tomb as the center, the alienation is successful within a radius of 100 meters. Anything that happens, we can always move, or pull the enemy into that world."

"And I have checked, there is no nightmare world on this hill."

"In other words, there is no living person on this mountain, no one is watching us."

Upon hearing these words, Ying Sixue breathed a sigh of relief, "OK, get ready to break the grave."

She looked at Yang Xuming, "Fatty Yang, let's start work."

Yang Xuming rolled his eyes, "Commander Ying, you are calling me... OK, who made me bulky?"

When the voice fell, he directly shoveled into the grave bag at his feet and began to break the ground.

Yue Zhentao also climbed onto the grave bag and began to help.

Ying Sixue stood on a higher **** and watched the two men's actions without going to help.

Although Yue Zhentao said that there was no one nearby, she still needed to be on the sidelines.

The sound of the shovel plunged into the soil was a little dull.

Once again, this dull sound made during the grave digging sounded in the middle of the night in the deserted forest, giving people a feeling of horror.

Ying Sixue watched Yang Xuming and the two dug out more and more soil, but it felt more and more wrong.

Her brows wrinkled tightly at some unknown time.

The hand also covered the position of the heart, and the heartbeat was pounding.

Something's wrong...something's wrong...

She yelled out loudly, "Stop!"

The two black shadows on the grave bag stopped and looked at her together.

The faces of the two figures in the dark were blurred and looked a little horrible, like two unknown ghosts.

Ying Sixue took a step back subconsciously and said, "You...you wait..."

The two figures on the grave bag looked at each other, and one of them said.

"What are you doing? Missy, did you find anything?"

Ying Sixue breathed a sigh of relief when she heard Yang Xuming's familiar voice.

She said, "There seems to be something wrong, please wait a moment."

Yue Zhentao tilted his head to listen and nodded, "It's really not right, the sound of insects around here suddenly disappeared."

When he said so, Yang Xuming and Ying Sixue also found out.

In the original barren forest, the sound of insects kept ringing and it was extremely noisy.

However, in the darkness at this time, the surroundings of the tomb were silent, not to mention the sound of insects, and even the sound of the wind could not be heard.

In the absolutely dead world, everything seems to be frozen, extremely terrifying.

A thin layer of goose bumps formed on Yang Xuming's arm.

"What's the situation..." He rubbed his hands and was shocked. "I feel a little cold? It's so cold that I get goose bumps."

Ying Sixue quickly looked at Yue Zhentao, "Mr. Yue!"

"I see!"

Without Ying Sixue finishing, Yue Zhentao immediately closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, he opened it.

Standing on the dark tomb bag, Yue Zhentao said, "There is no nightmare world nearby, and there are no living people around us!"

"There is no living person..." Ying Sixue looked at the grave in front of him, "Is there really a ghost buried in this grave?"

Yang Xuming hurriedly jumped off the tomb bag, looked at the grave in front of him again, and said, "But if there is a ghost in the grave... Is it the son of the ghost face Wu Xiaosong? Since it is Wu Xiaosong's grave, it is impossible to bury others. Ghost?"

Ying Sixue shook his head, "Not necessarily, in case the ghost face keeps something important in it, maybe a ghost will be kept to protect it."

"That guy is holding the Yang family's secrets, and the imperial envoys and ghosts are definitely more than the ones she taught to the ghost raisers."

Yue Zhentao also jumped off the tomb bag and said, "Then shall we continue to dig the tomb?"

Ying Sixue frowned and thought for a while, and said, "You all stand farther away."

Yang Xuming immediately understood what she was going to do, and subconsciously discouraged him, "But if the grave is damaged too badly, we will not be able to recover it..."

boom!

There was a loud noise, and the pale [False World] had already punched the ring of stones on the outermost periphery of the tomb.

A huge roar, accompanied by impact transmission and spread.

The tomb built with mud was directly cut off by Ying Sixue's blow by three inches, and countless mud and grass stalks flew around!

"Depend on……"

Upon seeing this scene, Yang Xuming consciously closed his mouth, feeling that he was talking nonsense.

Fortunately, this is a barren mountain and ridge, and it is difficult to hear the noise here in the nearest Lianxiang Village, so that Ying Sixue's reckless blow did not attract any curious passers-by.

Faced with this situation, Ying Sixue hummed, "I have my own measures!"

The voice fell, and the pale [False World] punched out again.

In the terrifying roar, countless dirt and rubble are flying everywhere!