All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 5: No help, wait for death

The glass mirror hung on the wall is now torn apart and broken into countless pieces.

In the small bowl placed in front of the mirror, it was empty and spotlessly clean, without a drop of chicken blood.

And the two candles placed one on the left and the other on the sink were all extinguished.

Nothing has changed on the big red candle on the left, and it still stands there quietly.

The white funeral candle on the right is missing a large part, leaving only a small lamp holder there, and the other parts seem to have been swallowed out of thin air.

The strangely-shaped apple that was cut by Yang Xuming, lying quietly in the sink, looked like a deformed monster eyeball, silently watching him.

Yang Xuming looked at the broken mirror subconsciously and found that there was no change in himself in the mirror.

The face was still pale, and the eye sockets that looked haggard and sunken due to lack of sleep were exactly the same as before.

It’s just that on the forehead, there is an extra bag swelling up due to swelling.

Yang Xuming touched the swelling on his forehead, a little painful.

But it seems that other than that, there is no other change.

He didn’t die, but he didn’t get any useful information, as if nothing happened.

Seeing the messy scene in front of him, Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds, and took out the “Record of Life and Death” he carried with him.

After turning the pages of the book, Yang Xuming found that the densely packed text on the third page finally disappeared.

Now the third page is blank and no text can be seen.

Yang Xuming quickly took out a gel pen, stood in front of the broken mirror, and just spread the “Record of Life and Death” and wrote on it.

—Is this considered complete? But I didn’t ask anything.

He still remembered that the main purpose of these actions was the so-called “asking ghosts.”

But now I haven’t asked any answers. Instead, my head hit a big bag. Is this a success or a failure?

Yang Xuming’s heart was full of anxiety.

And after Yang Xuming finished writing, five seconds later, the line on the page slowly faded, and finally disappeared completely.

On the blank page, another line of words emerged.

[It didn’t tell you anything? Didn’t ask you anything? 】

It seems that “The Record of Life and Death” does not know exactly what happened to Yang Xuming.

Yang Xuming quickly wrote a brief summary of what happened just now.

Then, he took away the pen and waited for five seconds. The words slowly faded and disappeared.

After waiting another five seconds, a new line of text appeared on the blank page.

[Where is the candle in front of the mirror? What has changed? 】

Yang Xuming glanced at the sink again, and wrote—the red happy candle has not changed, and the white funeral candle has disappeared out of thin air, leaving only a small light socket. Does this mean anything?

This time, after Yang Xuming’s text faded and disappeared, there was no reply on the blank page.

Five seconds, ten seconds, one minute, two minutes…

Just when Yang Xuming’s patience was about to run out, a new line of text finally appeared on the blank page.

[Are you sure there is no change in the red happy candles, and all the white funeral candles have been eaten? 】

Seeing this line of text, Yang Xuming was a little speechless.

Feelings this “Record of Life and Death” don’t know what will happen in the end? Or is the development of this thing unexpected?

Is this guy reliable?

Out of insurance considerations, Yang Xuming checked the candles again.

However, just like the previous discovery, the red candles have not changed except for the extinguished, and the white candles have all disappeared.

This time, Yang Xuming wrote on the page-I am sure that the red candlestick has not changed, and the white candlestick is gone. Is there any sign of this situation?

After Yang Xuming finished writing, he removed the pen and looked at the page in his hand nervously, eagerly and nervously wanting to know what was going on.

This time, however, the page rang for a while without answering him.

It wasn’t until half a minute later that six cold words appeared on the blank pages.

[No help, wait for death]

Seeing these six words, Yang Xuming looked dumbfounded.

He almost suspected that he was wrong.

This is the result?

What the **** is waiting for death…Are you not “The Record of Life and Death”?

The name was so unclear, he was so mysterious and arrogant that he gave him a lot of messy rituals to ask ghosts.

As a result, tossing and tossing, tossing for a long time, came to such a conclusion?

Hopeless? Waiting to die?

This is too perfunctory…

Yang Xuming suspected that he had met Bian Que.

He wrote below the line of [No help, wait for death]-What the **** is going on? What does this situation bode? Somehow you explain.

This time, “The Record of Life and Death” quickly responded to him.

After five seconds, all the words on the page faded and disappeared.

What appeared in front of Yang Xuming was new text.

[Go back to your bedroom to sleep immediately, put the red candle beside the bed]

[Remember to lock the doors and windows, close the curtains, and don’t go out if you hear any sound]

This answer is very concise, but every word is very big.

All the text just filled the entire third page, and there was no place to write.

Yang Xuming waited for a while, but there was no other change in the pages of the book.

He knew that this represented the reluctance of “The Record of Life and Death” to communicate with him.

But why did “Living and Death” refuse to communicate with him?

And also urged him to go to bed quickly…

Yang Xuming has a hundred thousand whys in his mind, but considering that “The Record of Life and Death” said so, there must be some reason.

He didn’t dare to delay, and quickly put away “The Record of Life and Death” and prepared to go back to the bedroom to sleep.

However, the moment Yang Xuming hesitated for a few seconds when he put his hand on the bathroom doorknob.

He still remembered that when he asked the ghost just now, something seemed to be frantically pecking at the door to come in…

But since “The Record of Life and Death” urges him to go back to sleep, does it mean that everything is over?

Yang Xuming took a deep breath and slammed open the bathroom door.

Then, a black lacquered object fell softly at the door.

It seemed that this thing was leaning on the bathroom door, and it fell softly because of Yang Xuming’s opening the door.

With the light in the bathroom, Yang Xuming could see what this thing looked like.

—The rooster.

Lying outside the door was indeed the body of the rooster.

There was a hideous wound in the throat, which shed all the blood in its body.

However, apart from the change in position, the rooster’s corpse remained unchanged.

It just lay there quietly, leaving a long trail of blood behind it, as if it had been dragged over by something.

It’s like crawling over again…

There are fine pecking marks on the door panels of the toilets.

Yang Xuming couldn’t imagine how crazy it was to peck out such traces of horror.

Yang Xuming was inexplicably cold.

What would happen if the toilet door was not locked and the crazy rooster rushed in?

And there seemed to be a voice in the bathroom…

Yang Xuming looked back at the empty bathroom and found nothing.

Instead, there seemed to be something dark on the glass window.

This new discovery made Yang Xuming stunned.

He cautiously leaned over and saw the dark shadow on the glass window.

A **** handprint.

It seems that someone just left a **** handprint on the glass when he took a picture of the window outside.

So when the window was shaking frantically just now, something outside was really slapping the window. Isn’t it his illusion?

Yang Xuming didn’t dare to stay anymore, grabbed the red candle on the sink, and rushed directly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

Then according to the instructions of “Living and Death”, all the doors and windows of the bedroom were locked, the curtains were lowered, and the red candles were placed on the bedside table.

After doing all this, Yang Xuming panted a little nervously.

Not tired.

With Yang Xuming’s physique, running around the playground will not catch your breath.

But what happened tonight is too weird and completely subverted his cognition over the past two decades.

Do ghosts really exist in this world?

Yang Xuming looked at the big red candle beside him.

He didn’t know why “Law of Life and Death” asked him to bring this candle in, but after experiencing all this, the big red candle could no longer give him any festive feeling.

In the dim light, he looked at the red candle in his hand, but felt that the red color was extremely gloomy.

Even the gilded 囍 on it stared at him like ugly eyeballs.

Yang Xuming sat on the big bed, feeling this completely enclosed space, feeling a little uneasy and panic in his heart.

Yang Xuming knows that something will definitely happen tonight.

Otherwise, “The Record of Life and Death” will not leave that kind of warning text.