Most people's dreams are fragmented, with a scattered and chaotic content.

Few people can clearly remember what dreams they had, what people they met, what they said, and what they did.

Ying Ping felt that today's dream was a bit special.

He clearly remembered that he was walking on a long corridor without a finishing point. This corridor looked like the hospital corridor where grandpa worked. The surroundings were quiet, so quiet that only his breathing and footsteps were left. Ying Ping was a brave boy. He didn't even dare to read more ghost stories on weekdays, but today he was particularly bold, as if he was sure that today would be a good dream and there would be no ghosts and monsters.

Soon soon—

There was a strange and clear voice in my heart that told him this.

You should speed up your pace, from slow to fast, from slow to jogging, and then from jogging to fast running.

He crashed uncontrollably into the wall at the end of the corridor, thinking it would hurt, but he closed his eyes in fear.

After a long time, the pain didn't come.

He slowly opened his eyes and found himself near the grove in the back garden of the hospital.

He and his sister rarely come to this woods, because the basement of the house not far away is the morgue.

"Why am I here?"

The young man with a fair face and elegant facial features scratched his hair, looking confused.

"Is there anyone here?"

Ying Ping shouted out, and he found that today's hospital was too quiet, as if he was the only one left in the large central hospital.

No, maybe it's not an illusion, he's the only one.

Ying Ping in the dream was not panicked and was in a surprisingly calm mood. He walked towards the largest tree in the center of the hospital garden.

Walking through the dense woods, he saw a boy in a blue and white striped hospital gown sitting under the tree.

The boy looked not big on the outside, and was visually two or three years older than Ying Ping.

"May I ask-Who are you?"

Ying Ping asked the teenager in the hospital dress sitting under the tree holding his knees.

The boy turned his head and Ying Ping felt a little shocked and was shocked.

There was nothing else, the other person's skin looked lifeless gray and gray, and his completely black eyes looked very cunning.

Aside from this, his appearance and facial features are pretty good, his curved eyebrows and eyes seem to be naturally smiling, and his gentle and elegant are not aggressive.

"Are you a hospital patient?"

Ying Ping in the dream realized that the other party was not a living person, but his feet stood there and did not move away.

A strange-looking boy sat under the tree in the hospital, and his identity was about to emerge.

The boy raised his hand and patted the grass beside him. Ying Ping walked over and sat down.

“I live in the hospital.”

Ying Ping asked him, "Where is the hospital?"

Ying Lin pointed to the morgue and looked over, so shocked that his scalp exploded.

At this time, a cold hand was placed on his shoulders, and the palm of his hand was pressed against the skin of his shoulders, and he suddenly felt a sense of yin energy.

Ying Ping was so scared that he almost woke up.

Ying Lin was shocked when he found that the dream was unstable, and quickly waved his hand and said, "Don't wake up, I'm not a bad guy, I'm your father!"

Ying Ping: "????"

After a while, one person and one ghost looked at each other silently.

Ying Lin poked his finger, "Oh, I'm really your father."

Ying Ping couldn't help but complain, "I've never seen anyone run away from someone who forced others to call him dad in his dream."

How old is this ghost in front of you?

Want to be his dad?

Ying Lin felt aggrieved after hearing his son's words, which made Ying Ping feel like bullying.

"I am really your father. My name is Yinglin, the scale of the fish scale."

Ying Ping was stunned.

Of course he knew what his father was named.

The young man in front of him called himself "Ying Lin"?

Ying Ping thought for a while and said, "Close your eyes first."

Ying Lin did what he said.

Close your eyes and without those gloomy and niggard eyes, this facial features are exactly the same as the photo of my father at home.

Ying Ping always knew that his family was special.

There was only grandpa in their family, and he and his sister Ying'an, and they had no parents or grandma. The relatives looked at their brother and sister with a weird look. They didn't understand why in the early years, but then he and his sister went to junior high school and understood the matter, so their grandpa told them.

Their father was only sixteen years old in his life, and his name was Yinglin.

The boy who was always misunderstood by their siblings in the family photo was his brother's teenager.

Ying Ping looked at the young face in front of him, his lips twitched for a while, and he couldn't call out the word "Dad".

From a physiological perspective, this is indeed his and his sister's biological father.

"Have you not reincarnated yet?"

Ying Lin shook his head, but he looked at Ying Ping with a longing look.

"Can I hug you?"

Yingping did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.

The body of a ghost is colder and harder than a living person. It is not as cold as ice, but approaches the surface temperature of ordinary objects.

If it was a strange ghost, Ying Ping would be so scared that he screamed, but he knew that it was a ghost who claimed to be Ying Lin, not only was he not afraid, but he also hugged him back.

He was holding a real ghost.

"Your body is so warm, but you can't be greedy. After all, you are a living person and are not adult yet. If you have too much contact, you will not be good for your health."

Ying Lin buried his head in his son's shoulder for a while, rubbed the temperature, and then he reluctantly let go.

"Why didn't you go to reincarnate, but you still live in the morgue?"

Children nowadays are precocious.

Yingping is not old, but it is difficult to fool around, and the way of thinking of young people is closer to that of adults.

Ying Lin replied, "At first I forgot, I didn't remember who I was during my lifetime. I stayed in the hospital and only recovered my memory today."

"Ghosts can also lose their memory?"

Ying Lin said, "Yes, when you turn into a ghost, you will feel too painful and you will subconsciously forget something."

"Li, evil ghost?"

The evil ghosts in TV series and novels have a very fierce appearance and can eat people. No matter how you look at Ying Lin, you look like a well-behaved middle school student.

Ying Lin scratched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "It's probably because of the way of dying. After all, it's not easy to turn into a ghost these days..."

Before he died, he had two lives, one was his mother. Coupled with the despair before his death, his fate, and his special birth date, he became the king of ghosts. The morgue is strong, and his soul body has been maintained for more than ten years, and he is more evil than ordinary ghost kings.

Ying Ping: "..."

Unclear and harsh.

"Then you come to me now... are you going to say goodbye to reincarnate?"

Ying Lin's head shaking like a rattle.

"Reincarnation? No, no, I can't reincarnate, either."

No matter what the motive for killing is, he is considered to have killed someone, and he has a debt of karma in his hands.

Not to mention that reincarnation requires a lottery queue. Even if it is not necessary, Ying Lin must first settle the debt if he wants to reincarnation.

After thinking about it, I still become a deadbeat and giving up reincarnation is cost-effective.

Ying Ping said "ah" in a daze, feeling a little disappointed and worried.

"Will it be a problem if you don't reincarnate?"

"What can I do?" Ying Lin said with his cheek, "Among ghosts, especially the happiness of the Ghost King, ordinary people cannot imagine it. When your son dies, Dad will protect you! Dad is doing well now, and he guarantees that no ghost in a radius of miles will dare to bully you."

Ying Ping: "..."
Chapter completed!