All Girlfriends Are Ghosts - Chapter 647

In the dim, Yang Xuming seemed to see many scenes that he had never remembered in the past.

In the turbulent river, the girl who threw herself into the river struggled to get rid of him, yelling “Don’t worry about me”.

That scene is extremely familiar.

It turned out that Sister Xuan at that time was so small and cute, and even a little stubborn, she didn’t feel that bad in the future.

Yang Xuming took a step forward, and the situation around him changed again.

In the mansion where the evil ghosts danced wildly, the ghost named Wu Xiaosong roared excitedly, dazzling in a group of riotous ghosts.

A dark black cat stood quietly on the grass of the small courtyard, and within ten meters of it, no ghost dared to approach it.

Next to the black cat, father Yang, covered in blood, was lying in his wife’s arms with a desperate expression.

His wife squeezed her husband tightly in her arms and the adopted daughter who was also covered in blood. It was a family that had come to an end.

Only the most painful despair is left.

Wu Xiaosong, the evil spirit that caused all this, laughed happily, and did not join in the destruction of those rioting evil spirits.

It appreciates the despair of the family with satisfaction, and viciously mocks the man’s nosy.

Until a certain moment, the huge blood evil spirit exploded outside the small courtyard, and a boy with blood-red eyes walked out hideously.

The surrounding ghosts were pressed by the raging blood evil spirit around the boy, and there was a feeling that their aura was overwhelmed.

So the ghosts screamed in anger, and rushed towards the boy who appeared suddenly.

But in the next second, a terrifying picture was born.

The group of evil spirits that escaped from the basement were all howling and screaming in pain, and were tortured by the blood-red little boy with extremely cruel methods.

Even the evil spirits couldn’t escape the **** evil spirit around the boy.

Wu Xiaosong, who was in it, screamed the worst, probably because of his first evil, and he received more care.

The horrible experience of the truth and the illusion, the dual torture of the spirit body and the heart, made this group of unruly evil spirits all howled bitterly.

They, who have become evil spirits, shouldn’t have been so embarrassed.

But the little boy with red eyes was like a collection of the most vicious executioners in the legend, skillfully using various methods to torture this group of evil spirits.

It seems that he is the evil spirit crawling out of hell. He himself is the most terrifying collection of evil in the world. You only need to lift your finger to understand all the methods that make people miserable and desperate…

Yang Xuming watched this scene quietly, but there was no fluctuation in his heart.

He took another step forward, and everything in his vision changed again.

He saw a small altar in a dark room.

In the center of the altar was a small baby boy.

The baby seems to have just been born, with amniotic fluid and blood stains remaining on his body, and the umbilical cord is still flesh-colored, obviously just cut short.

An old man with white beard and hair stood in front of the altar, looking at the baby boy in front of him excitedly, and said with shaking hands.

“The efforts of three generations… the blood and tears of more than forty people in our Yang family are the cornerstone… finally completed…”

“Jing’er, you are more useful than your seven brothers! And better than my thirteen brothers and sisters!”

“The grandfather originally planned to spend five generations of time to cultivate the strongest life style of the most yin to the evil, but he did not expect it to be completed in your generation…”

“This child is perfect… better than the two older brothers before him. This is the product closest to the grandfather’s plan… No! Not close! Perfect!”

“It’s perfect! Jing’er!”

The old man turned around with excitement, and firmly grasped the shoulder of the man behind him.

Compared with this old man with white beard and hair, who is obviously very old, the son behind him looks very young, probably in his early twenties, and looks more like the grandson of the old man.

Faced with his father’s appreciation at this time, Yang Jing in the shadows smiled.

Then he said, “Dad, since it’s done, the reward you promised me…”

“Okay! What do you want? Give whatever you want.”

“The black cat handed down from our ancestors…I want it.”

“Hahahaha…Okay! Here you are!” The old man patted his son on the shoulder excitedly, and said, “With this grandson, our Yang family no longer needs that cat to guard against guides!”

“From now on, our Yang family can finally stand up straight and proud.”

“Having been hiding for thousands of years, now it’s finally our Yang family’s turn to destroy the orthodoxy of the hypocrites!”

“This generation of guides is in Foshan, Guangdong. When we spend a few years to nurture this child, we will kill them in Foshan and wipe out this generation of guides!”

“Then, no one can stop our Yang family on this land of Kyushu!”

“You and me, father and son, finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of our ancestors and ancestors, Guangzong Yaozuo!”

Amid the excitement of the old man, he called out a weird black cat and allowed it to attach to his young son.

This means that the ownership of the black cat has changed.

But this black cat has no effect on the elderly at this time.

He turned around excitedly and looked at the little baby boy on the altar.

The baby boy was just born, his retina had not yet fully developed, and he could not give feedback to the outside world. He was scared by the old man’s laughter and kept crying.

The old man completely ignored him, and said excitedly, “Give me the knife! Jing’er, let’s get started.”

“After tonight, our Yang family will be proud of it!”

“We can finally puff…Uh ah ah ah!!!”

A screaming scream came from the old man’s mouth.

The young son behind him stabbed a knife into the back of his heart and pushed his body forward.

In the end, he nailed his old father to the wall alive.

The sharp blade pierced the tissues of the body and pierced the beating heart, causing the scarlet and thick warm blood to continuously gush out.

The heart has been punctured seriously, and ordinary people have long since died.

But the old man was still struggling, turning his head angrily, and looked at the son behind him.

The **** eyes and ferocious expression are like an angry lion.

It’s just that this terrifying anger looks so weak at this time.

He shouted in disbelief, “Jing’er! What are you doing?!”

In the gloomy light, the young son slowly took out the second knife and said.

“Do what a father should do…”

After speaking, he raised the second knife and waved it hard…

puff–

In the splash of blood, a head with white beard and hair flew up.

Seeing such a scene, Yang Xuming’s calm heart finally made some waves.

He stared blankly at the young son walking to the altar and gently picked up the crying baby on the altar.

The baby was contaminated with warm blood and cried louder.

However, the young son just gently patted the baby on the back, threw away the knife, and slowly walked outside with the baby in his arms.

Finally disappeared into the dark room…