Most of people's dreams are fragmentary, and the content is whimsical and chaotic.

Very few people can clearly remember what dreams they had, who they saw, what they said, and what they did.

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

He vividly remembered walking down a long, endless corridor that resembled the hospital corridor where his grandfather worked. It was quiet, so quiet that only the sound of his breathing and footsteps remained. Ying Ping is a young man who is not very courageous, and he doesn't even dare to read and listen to ghost stories on weekdays, but today he is extremely bold, as if he is sure that today will be a good dream, and there will be no ghosts.

It's almost there—

A strange and clear voice in his heart told him.

Ying Ping quickened his pace, from slow to sprint, from sprint to jogging, and then from jogging to fast running.

He slammed uncontrollably into the wall at the end of the hallway, expecting it to hurt, and he closed his eyes in fear.

For a long time, the pain didn't come to me.

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

He and his sister rarely came to this wood, because the basement of the house not far away was the morgue.

"How did I get here?"

The young man with white skin and clear facial features scratched his broken hair with a puzzled face.

"Is there anyone here?"

Ying Ping shouted, he found that today's hospital was too quiet, and it seemed that he was the only one left in the huge central hospital.

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

Ying Ping in the dream did not panic, his mood was surprisingly calm, and he walked towards the largest tree in the center of the hospital garden.

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

The young man doesn't look big on the outside, but he is two or three years older than Ying Ping.

"Excuse me—who are you?"

Ying Ping asked the young man in a hospital gown who was sitting under a tree with his knees crossed.

The young man turned his head, and Ying Ping chuckled in his heart, startled.

Without him, the other party's skin looks lifeless gray, and the all-black eyes look very penetrating.

Aside from this, his facial features are not bad, his curved eyebrows and eyes seem to be naturally smiling, and Sven Qingjun is 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 in place and did not move.

Under the hospital tree sits a strange-looking teenager, whose identity is about to be revealed.

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

"I'm in the hospital. ”

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

Ying Yan pointed to the location of the morgue, and Ying Ping looked at it, and his scalp was about to explode.

At this time, a cold hand was on his shoulder, and the palm of the hand was close to the skin of the shoulder, and there was a feeling of yin and gloomy.

Ying Ping was so frightened that he almost woke up.

Ying Yan found that the dream was unstable, and he was frightened, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't wake up, I'm not a bad ghost, I'm your father!"

Ying Ping: "???"

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

Ying Yan poked his fingers, "Alas, I'm really your father." ”

Ying Ping couldn't help but complain, "I've never seen a ghost runner force others to call Dad in their dreams." ”

How old is this ghost in front of you?

Want to be his dad?

Ying Yan listened to his son's words, and his expression was very aggrieved?????? , so that Ying Ping has the illusion of bullying ghosts.

"I'm really your father, my name is Ying Scale, the scale of fish scales. ”

Ying Ping was stunned.

Of course he knew what his dad's name was.

The young little brother in front of him claims to be "Ying Scale"?

Ying Ping thought for a while and said, "You close your eyes first." ”

should do so.

Closing his eyes, without those eerie all-black ghost eyes, this facial features are exactly the same as the photo of his father at home.

Ying Ping has always known that his family is special.

They only have a grandfather at home, he and his sister Ying'an, and they have no parents, no grandmother. The relatives looked at their brother and sister with strange eyes, and they didn't understand why in the early years, but then he and his sister went to junior high school and understood the matter, and their grandfather told them.

Their father was only sixteen years old, and his name was Ying Scale.

The family portrait has always been mistaken by their brother and sister for their brother's boy.

Ying Ping looked at the young face in front of him, his lips fluttered for a long time, and he couldn't shout the word "Dad".

Physiologically speaking, this is indeed his and his sister's own father.

"Haven't you been reincarnated yet?"

Ying Ping shook his head, but his ghost eyes looked at Ying Ping longingly.

"Can I hug you?"

Ying Ping did not hesitate and nodded in agreement.

The body of the ghost is colder and harder than that of a living person, not like an ice cube, but close to the surface temperature of ordinary objects.

If it was a strange ghost, Ying Ping was afraid that he would scream in fright, but knowing that it was a ghost who claimed to be Ying Scale, he was not only not afraid, but also hugged back.

He was holding a real ghost.

"You're so warm, but you can't be greedy. After all, you are a living person, and you are not yet an adult, so too much contact is not good for your health. ”

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

"Why didn't you go to reincarnation, but still live in a morgue?"

Today's children are precocious.

Ying Ping is not very old, but it is not easy to fool, and the way of thinking of young people tends to be close to that of adults.

Ying Yan replied, "At first, I forgot, I didn't remember who I was when I was alive, and I stayed in the hospital all the time, and I only regained my memory today." ”

"Ghosts also have amnesia?"

Ying Liang said, "Yes, when you turn into a ghost, your emotions are too painful, and you will subconsciously forget something." ”

"Awesome, awesome?"

The appearance of the ghost in the TV series and the super fierce will eat people, how does Ying Liang look like a well-behaved middle school student.

Ying Yan scratched his head and sneered, "Probably because of the way he died, after all, it's not easy to turn into a powerful ghost these days......"

He had two lives in his hands before he died, one was still his mother, coupled with the desperate blow before death and the special character of life and birthday, he became the king of ghosts. The morgue is full of yin energy, and his soul body has been maintained for more than ten years, which is fiercer than ordinary ghost kings.

Ying Ping: "......"

Unclear.

"Then you come to me now...... Are you going to say goodbye to reincarnation?"

Ying Scale's head shook like a rattle.

"Reincarnation? No, no, no, I don't reincarnate, and I can't reincarnate. ”

Whatever the motive for the killing, he was considered a murderer, and he had a karmic debt in his hands.

Let's not say that reincarnation has to be queued up, even if it is not needed, Ying Liang must first settle this debt if he wants to be reincarnated.

After thinking about it, it is better to be an old man and give up reincarnation.

Ying Ping let out a blank "ah", a little lost and a little worried.

"Will it be okay if you don't reincarnate?"

"What can I do?" Ying Yan said, "Being a ghost, especially the happiness of the Ghost King, is unimaginable to ordinary people. Wait for your son, and your father will cover you! Dad is now mixing very well, ensuring that no ghost in a radius of several miles will dare to bully you. ”

Ying Ping: "......"

Looking at the boy in front of him, who was not a few years older than himself, he said "Dad" one by one, Ying Ping's mood was very complicated.

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