All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 625: I just want to live (4 more for blade monthly pass)

Yang Xuming’s whisper made the old man in the distance extremely angry.

But her body was buried in the soil and couldn’t get out at all.

Desperately wielding the power of the soul-recruiting banner, it can’t affect Yang Xuming in the distance.

She could only watch Yang Xuming squatting on the ground, and a young girl appeared behind her.

The girl stretched her hand into the mud.

The hard soil couldn’t stop the girl’s white arms, and it didn’t exist like air.

Immediately afterwards, the girl used her hands to pull out a red coffin from the ground.

The coffin was placed on the empty ground, which looked a little strange.

Yang Xuming stood by the coffin, looked at the coffin in front of him, and said, “This is the true core of the ceremony…”

With that, Yang Xuming opened the lid of the coffin and saw the corpse lying quietly in the coffin.

His father…

The corpse lying in the coffin is the corpse of Yang Xuming’s father, Yang Jing.

Yang Xuming was not surprised by this.

Because in the records of the secret corpse exhumation technique, the evil ritual that brought Xu Xuan to birth requires not only a living sacrifice, but also the corpse of a powerful ghost, and several artifacts with the power of the ghost—such as Yang Xuming’s Frostmourne. This kind of.

The artifacts of the power of ghosts are available to flower growers.

And the corpse of the powerful Ligui, the missing corpse of Yang Xuming’s father must have been used by Xu Xuan for this.

After seeing this coffin, Yang Xuming was slightly relieved.

It seemed that the technique Xu Xuan had prepared was exactly the same as he had speculated.

In the coffin, Father Yang’s body was holding a black hat, holding a dead man’s leg bone in his hand, a red token next to his head, and a extinguished oil lamp by his feet.

These things should be the artifacts used by the flower growers to absorb the power of the ghosts.

Four florists, exactly four utensils.

But why only one flower grower appeared?

Yang Xuming looked at the old man trapped in the mud in the distance, and he understood something.

It seems that infighting has occurred among the flower growers…

Is this guy eating black?

I just don’t know which one of the flower growers she is.

But at this moment, Yang Xuming didn’t bother to care about these things.

He reached out and grabbed the ghost artifacts in the coffin, intending to take them away.

But at the moment he stretched out his hand…

“Um?!”

The heavy force slammed on his body.

He suddenly felt his whole body sink.

Kneeling directly on the ground, his chin almost knocked on the edge of the coffin.

When he lowered his head in astonishment, he saw the white flames burning on his legs.

This flame is…

He turned his head abruptly and heard a rush of running in the woods.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ling, who had been sleeping in bed, appeared in Yang Xuming’s field of vision.

Behind Wang Ling, Yang Xuming heard Wang Ling’s father’s voice.

“Don’t run! Xiaoling! Wait for me! Don’t run!”

It seems that “Wang Ling” suddenly ran out of bed?

Seeing Wang Ling with a dull face and a dull expression in front of him, Yang Xuming sighed, and barely got up with the coffin in his hands, and said, “Sister Xuan, are you still struggling?”

In the woods, “Wang Ling” stood there with a dull expression, not approaching Yang Xuming.

A safe distance is maintained between the two parties.

Not far from her, the old man surnamed Shao excitedly shouted, “Bodhisattva! I’m working hard to protect you! I’m really working hard to protect you!”

But “Wang Ling” didn’t look at her, she just looked at Yang Xuming with a dull expression and a dull expression in her eyes.

After the two sides looked at each other for a few seconds, “Wang Ling” waved her hands, and the flames on Yang Xuming’s legs disappeared.

Then the girl with a sluggish expression slowly spoke, with a weird voice.

That kind of sound is not at all like the sound of a normal person, but more like a weird sound synthesized by two different sounds, just like a monster.

“Amin…”

“Wang Ling” with a dull expression said slowly, “Be forgiving and forgiving…”

Seeing Wang Ling like this, Yang Xuming sighed, “I forgive you, can you spare the lives of dozens of people in this Xuanshan group?”

“A total of eleven households, based on the average of four households per capita, this is 44 lives.”

“In fact, there may be more than 44 lives…I can’t accept 44 lives in exchange for your rebirth.”

“Wang Ling” looked at him stupidly and said, “Are the 44 irrelevant passers-by more important than me?”

Yang Xuming looked at her with a serious expression, “If it is my fate, I am willing. But if there is only one fate, I will never agree with it!”

Seeing Yang Xuming’s determined appearance, “Wang Ling” slowly shook her head.

“Sure enough, it was Amin… the expected answer.”

“To be honest, I don’t want to kill so many people.”

“But I am unwilling, I am painful, I hate it.”

“I hate this **** fate, why can’t I be by your side, obviously we are the only one for each other.”

“I will never tolerate you becoming the husband of another woman, and I will never tolerate that the person next to you is not me!”

“Wang Ling” calmly said hateful words, but the weird voice and the words that were so cold that there was no mood swing made this accusation that should have been grieving very strange.

Behind “Wang Ling”, Wang Ling’s father, sweating profusely, appeared running.

After he saw the situation before him, he was stunned.

Yang Xuming in the open space stood there holding the coffin.

His daughter stood on the side with a blank expression, and said something unclear to the other party.

And his mother was buried in the ground, half of her body was unable to come out in the soil.

This strange situation stunned Wang Ling’s father.

He stared at all this blankly, and looked at his daughter subconsciously, “Xiaoling…you…”

However, “Wang Ling” did not respond to him, as cold as a passerby.

Seeing such a situation, and reminiscent of the conversation he heard when he ran just now, what Wang Ling’s father realized.

He glanced at the mother who was aside, with an angry expression.

“Shao Xiufen! You… are you the ghost?”

“You came back without saying a word. It turns out that you came back to harm us? Did you give your granddaughter to the evil spirit?”

Facing his son’s complaint, the old man’s expression became slightly stiff.

She lowered her head in a little panic, and murmured, “I…I have no choice but…”

Such remarks are already recognized.

Wang Ling’s father became extremely angry.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Wang Ling’s father rushed towards the old man in the field.

But the next second, a white flame suddenly ignited on his body.

A huge gravity fell on him, and the unprepared man lay directly on the ground, unable to move, but could only roar desperately.

“Let go of me! You **** ghost! Let go of me! Ah ah ah ah!!!”

The man’s blood-red eyes stared at the mother in front of him, his expression of hatred was distorted and ferocious, he couldn’t wait to rush up to swallow the old man alive.

Faced with his son’s expression of hatred, even the old man who had already spared everything was a little scared.

She defended in panic and timidity.

“No… don’t stare at me like that, I… I’m also forced to… the Bodhisattva said, just do this… just do this…”

“Only by doing this can I survive!”

The old man said painfully, “I don’t want to die. My illness is out of cure. No one can save me. Only the Bodhisattva can save me.”

“She promised me that as long as I help her do these things, she will help me heal my illness and give me money! Give me a lot of money!”

“I’ve had enough! I don’t want to die, I haven’t lived enough yet! Is this too much?”

The old man became more excited as he spoke, and finally changed his timidity at the beginning, glaring at his son as if he had found the backbone, and roared.

“I just want to live!”

“Don’t you want to live? I just want to live. I want to live for decades. Is this too much?”

“Anyway, you were born to me. If you don’t have me, you won’t be there. Now you tell me… Is it too much?”

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t exist at all!”

The old man’s excited roar was already so excited that he couldn’t speak clearly.

Seeing her excited look, “Wang Ling” knelt down, touched her head, and said.

“Don’t get excited…Don’t get excited…”

“Wang Ling” said calmly, “I will fulfill the agreement. Let’s start now.”

“Although I’m not fully prepared yet,…it’s okay.”

She looked at Yang Xuming in the clearing, and slowly said, “Some defects are acceptable.”