All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 31: Tangram

This guy wants to smother him?

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

Does this corpse have some ability?

Can people experience the feeling of being smothered in a coffin?

It was obvious that the other party had done nothing, and Yang Xuming began to feel that he was about to suffocate.

He pulled the doorknob hard, but couldn’t shake it.

Therefore, Yang Xuming did not continue to struggle on this door panel, he ran directly to the back room.

Because he remembered that there was no glass in the back room, he could jump out of the window.

However, Yang Xuming was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The door between the back room and the bedroom was clearly open and empty, but Yang Xuming touched an obstacle when he walked over.

He stretched out his hand and touched it in the air, the feeling from his fingers seemed to be touching some kind of wooden board.

It is indeed the touch of the coffin…

Yang Xuming, who had just crawled out of the coffin, was familiar with this touch.

He turned his head and saw the corpse of the child squatting in the cabinet.

The child’s corpse was also looking at him, and in those weird eyes, I couldn’t feel the slightest mood swing.

Yang Xuming was silent for a few seconds before giving up entering the back room.

He ran to the window.

At this moment, the whereabouts have been exposed, there is no need to go cautiously.

Under the strange gaze of the child’s corpse, Yang Xuming rushed to the window and tried to open the window.

However, the windows were also motionless like the door, and seemed to be welded to death.

He hammered the glass hard, but it made a dull muffled noise.

It seemed that what he had struck was not the transparent glass, but the wooden board of the coffin. After hammering for a long time, he did not break the glass.

Finally, Yang Xuming turned around and looked at the child’s corpse on the cabinet.

He fell silent and did not continue running around.

The oxygen content in the air seems to be getting lower and lower.

Yang Xuming began to feel breathless.

After taking a deep breath, he faced the child’s corpse on the cabinet and squeezed a dry smile.

“Little sister Xin’er, why did you lock me up?”

Yang Xuming tried to reason with the ghost.

However, the child’s body just squatted there quietly, looking at him silently, without any reaction.

It’s like a lifeless sculpture.

Yang Xuming hesitated for a moment, and took out something from his pocket.

In the moonlight, he lifted up his hand with a dry smile and said.

“This is a gift that my brother brought you. Little sister Xin’er likes it?”

Yang Xuming held a jigsaw puzzle in his hand.

In the bamboo forest, Yang Xuming saw the graffiti written by the little girl with correction fluid.

Above, she was upset about the fact that she didn’t have tangrams and other children had tangrams.

So before coming, Yang Xuming specially bought a jigsaw puzzle, hoping to use it to please the other party at the critical moment.

Sure enough, after Yang Xuming took out the jigsaw puzzle, the child’s body on the cabinet finally reacted.

Its head, which seemed to fall at any time, was crooked, as if observing this jigsaw puzzle.

After a few seconds, the ugly eyeball, which had dried up, trembled violently.

Then, the corpse of the child, who had been quiet, suddenly covered his eyes and let out a harsh cry.

“Uuuuwu… Tangram… Tangram… other children have tangrams, but Xin’er doesn’t have…”

“Uuuu… Xin’er remembered, Xin’er remembered.”

“It’s all mom’s fault, mom is a big badass, oooooooo…”

“Hate mother! Xiner hates mother!”

“Mum is obviously at home, but she doesn’t come to save Xin’er. Xin’er is so scared, Xin’er is so sad, Xin’er is so painful… Xin’er’s fingers are so painful…uuuuuuu…”

The little girl’s piercing cry was sharp and weird, more scary than the one made in the coffin at the beginning.

What made Yang Xuming even more nervous was that as the little girl cried, the oxygen content in the air dropped significantly faster.

He was almost out of breath, his chest was rushing and panting, but he couldn’t get enough oxygen at all.

Yang Xuming’s face has become red because of the gradual lack of oxygen.

He stared at the corpse of the little **** the cabinet, knowing that his actions were counterproductive.

This jigsaw puzzle stimulated the opponent and directly accelerated the opponent’s life-death speed!

Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and threw the tangram directly.

Smashed hard at the little **** the cabinet.

With a muffled bang, the child’s body on the cabinet was directly hit by the jigsaw puzzle and fell from the cabinet like a bowling ball.

The corpse, full of rotten meat and bones, hit the floor with a muffled noise.

The little girl’s cry stopped.

It sat on the floor blankly, staring at Yang Xuming with its ugly eyes, as if it had never expected Yang Xuming to act like this.

Yang Xuming stared at it fiercely, and rushed over with the red candle.

“Stop it so fast!”

Yang Xuming’s face has turned into pig liver color, and he feels that he is about to suffocate.

The pain of hypoxia made his lungs seem to be about to explode, and his eyes were staring at Venus.

However, when he rushed to the front of the corpse, severe pain suddenly came from his ten fingers.

The unspeakable pain was like countless needles stuck in his nails.

It was like Yang Xuming was scratching the wooden board desperately with his fingers.

The sudden severe pain caused Yang Xuming to subconsciously loosen the red candle in his hand.

However, what is strange is that the burning red candle did not fall to the ground after being hung on the ground, but stood up on its own like a tumbler.

Under the candlelight, Yang Xuming saw his ten fingers start to bleed.

He knew that this was the pain the little girl felt before she died.

Now let him feel it again!

Under the moonlight, Yang Xuming, who was bleeding with his ten fingers, did not retreat. Instead, he forcibly endured the pain from his ten fingers and grabbed the tiny corpse.

With his right hand, he picked up the red candle on the ground.

Yang Xuming put the red candle on the rotten face of the child’s corpse with a fierce look, and roared, “You are so quick to stop me! Otherwise I will burn you to death!”

The light of the red candle was beating constantly.

The corpse of the child who was pinched by Yang Xuming’s neck and pressed against the wall struggled desperately, seemingly terrified of this burning red candle.

Its ten sharp finger bones desperately scratched Yang Xuming’s arm, but the soft strength could not even scratch Yang Xuming’s clothes.

Yang Xuming’s red candle has already been attached to the opponent’s dry face.

The distance between the two parties was so close that the strong stench had caused Yang Xuming’s stomach to cramp and he wanted to vomit.

In the moonlight, he roared, pressing the small corpse against the wall and roaring.

“Hurry up for Lao Tzu to stop!”

boom-

With a loud noise, the door behind Yang Xuming was knocked open.

A strange and pale figure stood silently outside the door.

Those indifferent eyes stared straight at Yang Xuming.

…And the corpse of the child who was struggling against the wall by Yang Xuming.