All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Ying Sixue approached him with curiosity, and said, "Did you **** this book from that ghost?"

Yang Xuming nodded and handed it to Ying Sixue, "Yes, I think it might be the secret of the Yang family's corpse removal technique."

Ying Sixue's hand immediately retracted, "Then you dare to give it to me?"

She glared at Yang Xuming and said, "If there is any curse on this book that the Yang family cannot open the book, won't I be dead as soon as I open it?"

Yang Xuming smiled helplessly, "If there was such a curse, the ghost face would have died long ago, so why would we have a headache...you fellow, too cautious."

Yue Zhentao expressed different opinions, "I agree with Miss Ying. We don't know if Guimian is cursed or not. After all, we have not contacted her directly. It is better for Brother Yang to open it for safety."

When the two said that, Yang Xuming also got a little hairy.

He looked at the paper book in his hand again and said, "Uh...or let's go back and study it. I always feel panicked when opening a paper book in this wilderness."

Ying Sixue nodded, "That's right, even if it's the Yang family's secret book, you must go back and study it. Even if you open it, you won't see anything."

Ying Sixue walked to the side of the grave and raised the flashlight to illuminate the inside of the coffin.

She said, "Let's take a look at what is hidden in the coffin first. The ghost face put this book and a ghost here, it must not be used to guard the air."

The three of them all got to the side of the coffin and looked down at the inside of the coffin.

The light of the flashlight reflected everything in the coffin as bright as day.

In the white light, you can see that the coffin is empty and there are no corpses.

Instead, there was a ball quietly placed in one of the coffins.

Yang Xuming squatted down and knocked, and the ball made a beating sound.

"It's made of solid wood," Yang Xuming said curiously, "Why put a wooden ball in the coffin?"

He lifted the wooden ball and found a paper talisman on the back.

There are three big characters written on the paper sign, and there are small characters next to Wu Xiaosong's birth date.

Yang Xuming held the ball and looked around, but found nothing.

He handed the ball to Ying Sixue, "Look at what this is."

Ying Sixue groaned, "This looks like the shape of a human head. Look, there are two ears carved, but the head and face are not carved out. However, the name of Wu Xiaosong's ears and the eight characters of birthday are pasted on it. Does this ball refer to? Wu Xiaosong's head?"

Yue Zhentao said, "Since you don't have a clue, let's take it back and study it. It is not appropriate to stay here for a long time."

Although no one in the barren forest should find out what they are doing, since they have got the things, they should evacuate as soon as possible.

The trio searched the tomb again, and even the empty coffin was lifted to check the bottom, but nothing was found.

Only then did the coffin lid be closed again, and then the scattered mud was shoveled back to the grave.

Just because Ying Sixue moved the grave violently just now, even if they have worked hard, there is still a lot of dirt scattered among the trees. If you pass by carefully, you can easily see that the tomb has been dug up.

But after all, here in the wilderness, even if you know that someone has dug a grave, can you still track down Yang Xuming and the others?

The three people left the tomb with big wooden **** and books.

But not long after they came down the mountain and walked out of the woods, the wooden ball in Yang Xuming's hand suddenly changed.

This head-sized wooden ball turned out to be like ice cream on a hot day, and it melted quickly.

As the outermost wood chip melted, something like blood glue was exposed inside.

It was a blood-colored ball, and the overall texture was like a huge blood-red jelly, even translucent.

Yang Xuming and they saw a human head inside.

There are countless blood-red blood and blood vessels inside the blood glue, and these blood lines are all connected to the human head.

As the blood glue gradually melted, the human head coagulated in the blood glue looked very painful.

Finally, under the incredible gaze of Yang Xuming and the others, the miniature human head stored in the blood glue melted into blood together with the blood glue, dripping onto the ground and immersed in the mud.

Nothing is left.

"What's so special..." Yang Xuming looked at the blood on his hand and said, "Why it melted suddenly?"

Although this melting process is not fast, it is definitely not slow.

In less than half a minute, a ball the size of a human head melted directly.

Ying Sixue frowned and said, "The miniature human head inside this sphere looks a bit like Wu Xiaosong's face."

"Moreover, there are blood lines inside the sphere that support the human head. If there is no hindrance, it will probably develop to the end. This miniature human head kept inside the sphere will continue to expand and grow, and finally squeeze the outer layer completely. The wooden shell becomes a real human head."

Yue Zhentao was a little curious, "Guimian wants to cultivate a son's head? But what is the use of cultivating a head alone? To cultivate, cultivate the whole body."

Ying Sixue looked at the human leather book in Yang Xuming's hands, "This answer may only be answered by the book in Master Yang's hands... Hurry up, Master Yang, we have to get out of here as soon as possible."

"The ghosts and human heads buried in the coffin with the ghost face are gone. Maybe she has already sensed by this time and is rushing here."

"We must leave first to avoid its edge for the time being, and wait until the details of the ghost face are found out."

Yang Xuming nodded, "Agree."

The three of them did not delay any more, and walked directly to the car parked on the side of the road.

In the darkness, the lights of the car in which the three people were riding quickly lit up, and then quickly moved away from this small village in the mountains amid the roar of the engine.

Disappeared under the dark night.

At the same time, Jiujiang District, the Municipal Public Security Bureau Guest House.

Liu Ju, who was lying on the bed, seemed to notice something and suddenly sat up.

"Songer..."

She shouted in a panic.

In the dark room, a ghost stood quietly by the bed.

The ghost is watching her.

Liu Ju said in disbelief, "Your head..."

The ghost at this time, the head above the neck is undergoing some kind of abnormality.

Its body stood there quietly, but the expression on its face was extremely painful, as if it was undergoing the most painful torture in the world.

However, it did nothing, just stood there quietly, letting the expression on its face become more and more ferocious and painful.

Finally, it gradually returned to calm.

But at this time, there was an extra layer of weird dead gray on the ghost's face.

It seemed to be more and more like a demon.

It lowered its head, looked at its mother blankly, and said.

"The head is gone."

"I can only go back to the royal camp..."