Yu Mingxing suddenly widened his eyes, moved his eyes down, and looked at his chest.

His chest was wrapped with black chains, and it was the chain tightening that made him unable to breathe.

The heart beat a beat and the blood in the blood vessels stopped flowing.

Yu Mingxing only felt that he had died for a second, and it was like he had died for a century.

The doctor pressed his hands together on his chest and pressed them hard.

Under the influence of external forces, his heart started working again.

But Yu Mingxing has no joy at all being rescued.

He looked at the two figures in fear again, black and white.

He wanted to raise his hand, pull off the chains on his body, and also wanted to escape and stay away from these two guys.

He had already recognized the identities of these two people.

Anyone who has a little understanding of folk legends can recognize the identities of these two people - although their outfits are completely different from the black and white impermanence in the story.

The soul-catching messenger from the underworld came to find him!

In Yu Mingxing's consciousness, this thought continues to amplify.

He was suspicious and immediately connected all the things that happened in recent times.

This is the reason he encountered last night!

In addition to sensitive children, there are also dying people who can see ghosts!

There is also the serial massacre! The Dr. Xu Haijun, whom he had never met before! The two policemen came to investigate!

police!

Lin Youde!

Yu Mingxing paniced and searched for Lin Youde's figure.

He looked through the gap between the black and white figures and saw the anxious Lin Youde.

There is another person next to Lin Youde.

The stranger's expression was as complicated as Bai Wuchang. He stopped Lin Youde, held his mouth tightly, and held his hands and feet to stop him from stepping forward.

Save me... Save me!

Yu Mingxing made a hissing sound in his throat. I don’t know if it was the tube connected to the instruments and equipment, or the moan he squeezed out.

He and Li Yun met in sight.

At that moment, from a distance, he saw Li Yun's sudden contraction of his pupils and the scene reflected in his pupils.

Yu Mingxing raised his eyelids and looked at the head of the bed.

Two hands stretched out from the snow-white wall.

The sleeves of the white coat allow you to tell the other person's identity at a glance.

Those hands were still stretching forward.

The master of the hand appeared in front of Yu Mingxing.

It was an old face that Yu Mingxing was completely unfamiliar with, but he subconsciously recognized the other party's identity.

Xu Haijun!

Yu Mingxing watched helplessly as the other party pressed his hands on his head.

For some reason, he guessed Xu Haijun’s plan.

He struggled, but he couldn't use any strength.

He felt Xu Haijun's fingers inserted into his skull and touching his brain.

Xu Haijun bent down and leaned into his ears.

"Don't you want to see me?"

“I did a lot of experiments.”

"You have finally become one of my experiments."

"What happens to people who tell ghost stories when they see ghosts?"

"Mr. Ye is a dragon?"

"Are you ecstatic?"

Yu Mingxing's eyes were flawed and the whites of his eyes were covered with blood.

He saw another face beside Xu Haijun.

The long and deformed black shadow reached the ceiling, and a human face appeared in the hanging black head.

Cai Chaoyang looked down at him with blood on his face.

The blood bead fell into Yu Mingxing's eyes.

Yu Mingxing's eyes sting, but he couldn't close his eyes.

That's just a story... that's just a story he made up casually...

A faint voice came from Yu Mingxing's heart.

Da, da, da...

He heard the impossible sound of footsteps.

It was clearly when the sun was rising in the east and the sky was bright, but Yu Mingxing saw a dark ward.

The sound of footsteps came from the corridor, like the footsteps of death, stepping on a person's heart and pressing on his breath.

The strange little girl leaned into the ward.

Yu Mingxing felt the joy that did not belong to him, and his heartbeat that was so violent that it hurt after he was extremely afraid.

The father's feelings for his daughter arise naturally, but Yu Mingxing knew that it was fake. He only had fear in his heart.

The girl approaching is a god of death to him and the finish line of his life.

However, as the girl approached, her appearance changed.

Yu Mingxing saw the girl's body lengthening, but did not become an extremely tall monster as he expected, but became a middle-aged man.

"Dad..." Yu Mingxing blurted out the title, which made him feel dazed.

He saw his father.

The picture sinking deep in memory rises slowly, making Yu Mingxing think that he has returned to his childhood.

His father suppressed the worries in his heart and entered the ward with a comforting smile.

His father would carry a plastic bag of delicious and fun, which made him excited. The white ward would become colorful because of his father's appearance. The mother who accompanied him to take care of him would also show a relaxed smile at this time, no longer frowning or forced smile.

Everything is getting better, just like he is back home - no, it is better than returning home. For a child, all kinds of snacks and toys are joys that are difficult to enjoy at home. Maybe this opportunity is only available during festivals. For Yu Mingxing, the father who comes to the hospital after get off work every day makes every day of hospitalization like a holiday.

He unknowingly forgot his fear of death.

His father took out all the snacks and toys from the plastic bag and piled them on the bed.

Such a quantity surprised him. You should know that although his father brought gifts every day, he could not bring so many things.

He tried hard to sit up, trying to reach out and grab a car close to him, but his eyes turned black.

His father raised his hand and put the plastic bag on his head.

Yu Mingxing had no idea what was going on.

Through the thin plastic, he saw his father's cold face.

That kind of inquiring eyes, the increasingly tightened hands...

Yu Mingxing suddenly reacted.

This is not his father!

He took a big breath and the plastic bag immediately stuck to his face.

The eyes were close to the plastic, and everything I saw was covered with black.

Yu Mingxing watched the thing pressing against his father's face and looking at him with the eyes of the dead.

This is...the ghost in his story...

In an instant, Yu Mingxing saw the strange little girl again. The little girl's figure flashed and turned into an adult woman, then an equally strange old man, middle-aged man... Many faces passed by Yu Mingxing's eyes like a lantern.

The only thing that is the fear, doubt and hatred that Yu Mingxing feels at this moment.

The closest loved one killed himself.

How many people died in his story like this?

No, no... I only told the story once, and only told Cai Chaoyang once. Yu Mingxing yelled wildly in his heart.
To be continued...