All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 30: Dead body

In the cabinet, Yang Xuming looked at the text messages on the phone with a dull expression.

He didn’t worry about why the phone he wanted to throw out was still on him.

I don’t want to worry about why the ringtone is ringing, but only a text message is sent.

Asking is stupid! Stupidity is mental retardation!

You have the ability to reason with ghosts!

…But even though I say that, this text message is still not answered!

Yang Xuming was so anxious.

At that moment, he seemed to be back to the beginning of the relationship.

At that time, he often held his mobile phone and hesitated and entangled when he saw the text messages sent by Li Zi-how should he respond?

Now, Yang Xuming dreams back three years ago.

However, Yang Xuming was not happy at all with this familiar feeling.

Finally, he took a deep breath, trembling his fingers and replied-I will be back soon.

Then, Yang Xuming pressed send.

The result failed to be sent.

Obviously, it is impossible for a living person’s cell phone to send a text message to a non-existent number.

What’s more, this number is still a bunch of messy codes…

In the cabinet, Yang Xuming was a little speechless.

It’s not that I don’t want to return, it’s really impossible to return!

Looking at this text message on the phone, he suddenly didn’t dare to go home.

I really didn’t dare to go home this time.

Wouldn’t even Red Candle be able to protect him this time when I went back?

Yang Xuming took out the “Record of Life and Death” to ask, but found that the third page of the book was still full of [Red Embroidered Shoes], and there was no place for him to write.

Sure enough, this broken book can’t be counted on…

Yang Xuming put away his cell phone and “The Record of Life and Death,” and shrank in the cabinet with a pain on his face.

What should I do now?

I thought that coming to the Red House would find a way out, but the embroidered shoes were not found. It seemed to irritate the one in the family?

Ah Xiba! I knew I could just go and buy ten catties of TNT explosives to blow up this building.

Yang Xuming is now in a deadlock.

He had searched the entire red house, but he didn’t find the red embroidered shoes at all.

Instead, they were stuck in the cabinet by three ghosts, struggling to retreat.

After the family seems to have turned into a ghost, he still loves to drink jealous as before. Now he seems to be wondering what Xiaozi he is looking for?

Please, sister, that little posture has become a corpse, and his whole body is hard. No matter how heavy his taste is, it is impossible for him to have an impulse to a corpse!

Or find a rope to hang yourself and give yourself a lot of fun.

Yang Xuming thought so.

However, the rotten smell in the air became more and more intense.

It is so rich that it seems to be near Yang Xuming.

“…?!” Yang Xuming, who was meditating, was slightly startled, and finally realized what was wrong.

That’s right, after the phone rang, there was no sound from outside the door, and the little corpse did not come back.

But it didn’t make any other sounds either!

The sound of its footsteps disappeared completely after the bell rang.

Even if there were a few rooms before it, Yang Xuming could clearly hear the footsteps it made when it moved.

Why is there no sound in the entire red house now?

Did that corpse crawl back into the coffin and sleep?

Or…

Yang Xuming swallowed and looked down at the red candle in his hand.

Fortunately, the red candle did not burn.

But the stink in the air that was so strong that it almost smoked the eyes was indeed very close to Yang Xuming, and seemed to be beside him.

Did that corpse really come back?

When Yang Xuming didn’t notice?

In the darkness, Yang Xuming remained silent for a long time, motionless.

And outside the house, there were bursts of painful coughs.

“Cough cough… cough cough cough cough… cough cough cough cough cough…”

The painful cough, from far to near, seemed to be walking around the house.

But when the coughing reached the area behind Yang Xuming, it stopped.

Then it stops moving.

It seemed that the wandering pale figure stopped downstairs by a wall of Yang Xuming at this time, quietly looking up at Yang Xuming in the cabinet.

The pale shadow is back! And know he is here!

Yang Xuming’s hairs stand upright all over his body.

He didn’t hesitate anymore, he opened the door of the cabinet and walked out.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Yang Xuming held up the red candle in his hand, silently observing everything around him.

However, there was nothing in the room, and Yang Xuming didn’t see any figure in the empty bedroom.

The only change from before is that the table that he moved to press the diary book has now been moved back to its original place.

This bedroom seems to have restored its original appearance.

Yang Xuming stood there, was silent for a few seconds, and turned his head.

On the shabby closet, a small black shadow squatted.

In the completely decomposed eye socket of the corpse, only one eye socket was left with an eyeball.

At this moment, the completely decomposed corpse was staring at him straight and motionless.

“…”

“…”

In the quiet bedroom, it was so quiet that Yang Xuming’s breathing could be heard.

Then, the red candle lit up.

The dim candlelight made Yang Xuming’s face sallow.

He stared at the corpse of the young child on the cabinet without saying a word.

When did this thing come back…

And in this quiet and silent confrontation, the rancid smell in the air became more and more intense.

Yang Xuming suddenly felt a little dull.

Obviously this room was extremely empty, but he seemed to be confined in a narrow and airtight space, feeling that the air was getting more and more muddy, and his chest was beginning to become stuffy.

He seems to be back in the coffin again!

Yang Xuming’s face was a bit ugly.

This feeling came so weird, so abrupt.

But Yang Xuming’s heart sank.

The red candle in his hand was burning silently, seeming to constantly warn him of danger.

However, the little corpse on the cabinet was really just lying there, staring straight at Yang Xuming.

In addition, the other party did not do anything.

The coughing outside the house sounded from time to time, but it was still in its original position and did not move.

Everything seems to be not very dangerous.

But Yang Xuming’s chest became more and more stuffy.

The air he breathed became more and more muddy.

Holding the red candle, he stiffly retreated, and finally retreated to the door.

Yang Xuming’s hand was gently placed on the door handle.

The corpse on the cabinet still looked at him directly, without moving.

Yang Xuming gritted his teeth abruptly and pulled the door handle forcefully.

…It didn’t move.

This door, which was originally opened as soon as it was pulled, seemed to grow with the surrounding walls at this time, and couldn’t be opened at all.

It was like a closed coffin, and there was no way for Yang Xuming to go out.

coffin…

Yang Xuming stared at the corpse on the cabinet and realized something.