All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 4: Ask ghost

When the light in the bathroom was turned off, the whole world lost its light.

In the dark world, it was so quiet that he could hear his nervous and rapid gasps.

And the pounding heartbeat.

Yang Xuming felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

He was not a timid person, but at midnight, in the empty bathroom, he lit candles and peeled apples in front of the mirror.

Coupled with all the hints in “The Record of Life and Death”…

Yang Xuming swallowed, resisting the fear in his heart and took out the lighter.

The dark world quickly lit up a faint flame.

The flame looked so small that it would go out with a light blow.

Yang Xuming did not dare to delay, and quickly lit the red candle on the left hand side and the white funeral candle on the right hand side, and then put away the lighter.

With the light of the candle lit, a little dim light was restored in the originally dark bathroom.

Yang Xuming picked up the apple and paring knife on the sink and raised his head.

At that moment, he saw himself in the mirror.

In the dim candlelight, the man in the mirror was dressed in red and green, his face turned pale, and his eye sockets were sunken due to lack of sleep for several days.

I don’t know if it was his illusion, Yang Xuming felt very strange to the figure in the mirror that was exactly the same as himself.

It seems that the figure in the mirror is not him at all.

“…I guess I’m crazy.”

Swallowing uneasyly, Yang Xuming glanced at the candle again.

On the sink in front of the mirror, two candles were slowly burning, one on the left and the other on the right.

The thick body of the candle and the vigorously burning wick give people a sense of security, because it will not be extinguished easily.

Even the candlelight seems to be much brighter than ordinary candles.

Seeing these two burning candles, Yang Xuming’s mood became somewhat calmer.

He picked up the apple and the paring knife, and began to peel it slowly.

At the same time, a name was whispered in his mouth.

“Plum…Plum…Plum…Plum…”

This is the name of Yang Xuming’s girlfriend and the real name of the female ghost who appeared in the nightmare.

In the dead of night, he stood alone in the locked bathroom, lit a candle, and peeled apples in front of the mirror.

Even if nothing happened, this kind of weird atmosphere and environment is enough to form a huge pressure to overwhelm a person’s spirit.

Yang Xuming felt his heart beating faster and faster, and his hand holding Apple became stiffer.

His eyes were staring at himself in the mirror, and he dared not move a centimeter away.

In the dim candlelight, he was dressed in red and green in the mirror, like those newlyweds in ancient times.

In traditional Chinese customs, red is the color of celebration, and it is also the color of warding off evil spirits. Cuckold, generally refers to the green cypress worn on the bride’s head.

So in general, the groom does not need to be green, and the bride is the one who is wearing green.

“The Record of Life and Death” asks him to wear red and green, does it mean that he will be the role of a bride?

Or… the bride can’t come, let him cheat the bride?

So who will the bride be?

Looking at the figure in the mirror, Yang Xuming swallowed and continued to peel.

His movements are very slow, and the peeling skin is also very thick in order not to cut it halfway.

As he murmured, there seemed to be a cold breeze blowing in the quiet and sealed bathroom.

The flames of the two candles quietly placed on the sink trembled.

Then something strange happened.

In Yang Xuming’s ear, he heard a low and rustling strange noise.

It was obviously a quiet and unoccupied bathroom, but the strange rustle sounded directly in his ears, as if something was scratching the wall with his nails behind him.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped.

A layer of fine goose bumps formed on Yang Xuming’s skin.

He seemed to fall into the ice cellar in an instant, so cold that he wanted to fight a cold war.

But he dared not stop, still slowly peeling the apple peel in his hand, his lips squirming and whispering the same name.

“Plum…Plum…Plum…Plum…”

This low call sounded softly in the bathroom.

Gradually, the rustle of nails scratching the wall behind him disappeared.

In its place, there was another echo that seemed to be absent.

Plum… plum… plum… plum…

In the dim bathroom, seems to hear another voice?

Yang Xuming’s face turned pale.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he did hear another voice in a daze.

It seems that in the dark corner, there is another person quietly responding to him.

However, no matter how you hear that voice, it seems so malicious…

Yang Xuming has already begun to feel cold.

Wearing thin summer clothes, he seemed to be standing in the snow in winter, with a biting wind.

His hands holding the apple and the paring knife became stiffer and stiffer.

In his heart, there was a nervous impulse-look behind him? Maybe someone is really hiding in the corner?

Is it a thief? Or the robber who hid there in advance?

If you never look back, will the other party come over?

The dim candlelight in front of the mirror reflected Yang Xuming’s face sallow.

His eyes were staring at the mirror in front of him, staring at the weird red and green figure in the mirror.

In the living room, a strange sound suddenly came.

It’s like something is dragging on the floor, the sound of “brush-brush-brush”, one meal after another, with an inexplicable sense of rhythm.

Immediately afterwards, another low voice seemed to be heard outside the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk-

The dull sound was like something sharp pecking at the bathroom door outside.

peck?

Yang Xuming thought of the chicken in the living room.

The corpse of the chicken that had been cut off its throat, drained of blood, and was thrown on the floor like a torn sack.

Yang Xuming did not dare to stop, and continued to cut the apple in his hand.

Although his movements are slow, peeling apples is not a long process.

He has cut it in half.

The beeping sound outside the door started to become anxious.

Originally, it was a peck, but now it is already a frantic sound.

The intensive beep sounds like a crazy woodpecker outside the door, pecking the bathroom door frantically with its beak, wanting to come in.

The force was so strong that even the locked door was a little shaken.

Yang Xuming did not dare to stay, and continued to stare at the mirror in front of him, cutting the apple stiffly and slowly, and murmured the name of plum in his mouth.

The weird voice that kept responding to him began to approach it.

It seems that the person hiding in the corner making a noise finally couldn’t help it, and slowly crawled from the dark corner…

The bathroom window began to shake violently.

The voice that kept responding to Yang Xuming changed.

It is no longer a lowly calling plum’s name, but has become another person’s name.

“Yang Xuming…Yang Xuming…Yang Xuming…Yang Xuming…”

The weird and terrifying whispers kept ringing beside him, all calling out Yang Xuming’s name.

Every sound seemed to fall heavily on Yang Xuming’s heart, making him desperately want to turn his head to take a look.

But the apple in his hand, the dim candlelight, and the weird figure in the mirror all remind him of the same thing-not to look back! Can’t look back! Can’t look back!

Yang Xuming clenched his teeth, almost squeezing out of his throat, and continued to whisper Li Zi’s name.

The apple peel in his hand has been peeled to only one-third.

At that moment, time seemed to stop for a moment.

Then, as a cool breeze blew, the candle flame in front of the mirror shook abruptly and almost went out.

The pecking outside the door, the calling in the ear, the banging of the window frantically outside… these sounds all disappeared.

These noises disappeared in an instant, like notes that stopped abruptly, disappearing so abruptly, giving people a strange sense of emptiness.

Before Yang Xuming could breathe a sigh of relief, the bowl of chicken blood placed between the two candles changed.

The chicken blood that was originally quietly placed in the bowl suddenly began to shake.

The bright and dazzling scarlet surface, like a calm lake where people had thrown stones into it, began to ripple.

Then, the jitter frequency of chicken blood became larger and larger.

Obviously, the sink and the bowl did not tremble, but the chicken blood in the bowl was beating violently as if it was disturbed by something.

The strange thing is that even a drop of these beating chicken blood has not spilled out.

Finally, in Yang Xuming’s incredible gaze.

One drop, one drop, another drop…These scarlet chicken blood floated slowly, converged into a long scarlet blood line, and began to float towards the ceiling.

There seems to be something “attracting” them.

And above Yang Xuming’s head, there was a strange “grunt” sound that seemed to be swallowing something.

The sound sounded like the sound of liquid sliding across the throat.

Yang Xuming was stiff.

There is something on his head!

The horror of death gripped his heart tightly.

He had never felt that he was so close to death, his heartbeat was so intense that he seemed to be about to jump out of his chest.

But he still didn’t dare to move.

The text warning on “Records of Life and Death” kept reminding him-not to look up! Can’t look up!

Gradually, there was less and less chicken blood in the bowl.

When there was only half of the blood in the bowl, something fell off the ceiling.

There were so many and dense things, all of them fell like vines, they all fell on Yang Xuming’s back, and got into the clothes on the back of his neck.

It’s finely divided and itchy.

It’s hair…

Yang Xuming almost wanted to scream loudly, throwing away the apple in his hand and rushing out.

Those shredded hairs got into his clothes one by one.

Soon, he felt all hair on his back.

The body under his clothes has been completely entangled by these fine hairs.

But in the mirror, he just stood there stiffly, shaking his fingers and slowly peeling the apple, and couldn’t see anything getting into his clothes.

No hair, no vines, nothing extra.

In the mirror, he just stood stiff, his face getting…red?

Yang Xuming was a little sluggish.

Because he found the difference between the image in the mirror and the outside.

In the bowl in front of Yang Xuming, the drops of chicken blood obviously slowly flew into the sky.

However, in the image reflected in the mirror, the chicken blood in the bowl flew to Yang Xuming’s face drop by drop, smearing his face bit by bit into a terrifying blood red.

Under Yang Xuming’s horrified gaze, after the last skin on the face of the figure in the mirror was smeared with chicken blood, the entire face turned strange blood red.

At that moment, the blood-red scary face in the mirror suddenly looked at him.

The moment the two sides looked at each other, the other’s mouth split open, revealing a crazy grin.

Then he slammed into Yang Xuming!

boom-

With a loud noise, Yang Xuming’s head hit the mirror heavily.

The moment the figure in the mirror hit him, his head was pressed by some irresistible force and hit the mirror in front of him heavily.

With a crisp sound, the mirror in the bathroom was torn apart by Yang Xuming’s head.

And the apple peel in his hand just finished the last short piece…

Dizzy backing backwards, Yang Xuming sat heavily on the floor.

He was holding his head in pain, feeling black and numb in front of his eyes, and didn’t know what was going on.

It wasn’t until more than ten seconds passed, that the blood seemed to begin to flow back to other parts of the body, and Yang Xuming didn’t feel the body’s limbs start to warm up.

He struggled to stand up and found that the bathroom was pitch black, and the two candles in front of the mirror had all gone out.

In the quiet and dark bathroom, only Yang Xuming’s own violent heartbeat can be heard.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

It’s like a urging drum.

Lights went out? Is there any sign of this?

Yang Xuming stood there stiffly and waited for several minutes. After confirming that all the weird things should be gone, Yang Xuming gritted his teeth and pressed the light switch in the bathroom.

Snapped-

With a crisp sound and the incandescent light illuminating the entire bathroom, Yang Xuming subconsciously squinted his eyes.

Then, he opened his eyes to see the messy scene before him.