A New Character Every Month

"Ghost! There are ghosts!"

Lin Fang yelled, turned around in fright and ran down the mountain.

Seeing this, several servants mustered up their courage and ran down the mountain.

Although Lin Ping'er was also a little scared, this fear did not surpass her desire to see her father.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, she took a few steps forward and looked into the coffin.

Naturally, Lin Zian heard the sound of Lin Fang and others running away, but he sensed that they didn't take the little girl away, so he didn't go forward to chase her.

"Finally no more breathing oxygen through a tiny hole."

Lin Zian took two deep breaths, and when he was about to stand up, he saw a small head suddenly protruding from the side, and a pair of big eyes were looking at him.

"Bottle."

Lin Zian subconsciously said.

The figure in front of him suddenly threw himself into the coffin and hugged him: "Daddy!"

Lin Ping'er hugged Lin Zian tightly, her small face buried deeply in Lin Zian's chest.

Sensing the soft and petite figure on his body, Lin Zian couldn't help but wryly smiled.

What is this to yourself?

Like to mention a daughter?

He was just about to raise his hand to comfort Lin Ping'er, when Lin Ping'er raised his head suddenly, coughed, and tears flowed from his big eyes.

After lowering his head for a while, Lin Zian knew what was going on.

Although the clothes on my body looked intact, it only showed that it was of good quality. After wearing it for several years, there were so many dust and bacteria inside.

Burying your head directly on it is almost equivalent to burying it in dust.

Seeing that Lin Ping'er was about to bury his head again after coughing twice, Lin Zian repeatedly stopped him and said, "Okay, okay, just after Daddy woke up, is Ping'er going to let Daddy stay here?"

"what?"

Lin Ping'er raised her small head to look at Lin Zian, her face was flushed, and she got up a little embarrassed, but her little hand was still firmly grasping Lin Zian's right hand, and refused to let go no matter what.

Lin Zian smiled, but did not break free.

Although Lin Ping'er's age could not be seen clearly due to the darkness of the night, it should not have been a few years since the death of the original owner.

Although I don't know what happened in the past few years, but at Lin Ping'er's age, he can understand his reluctance to let go of his dead relatives who suddenly came back to life.

As soon as Lin Zian stepped out of the coffin, he felt his right hand tighten. He looked down, but he was hugged tightly by Lin Ping'er.

It seems that these days when the original owner died, she didn't live well.

Lin Zian knelt down and was about to comfort her when she heard a small sniffling sound.

After a moment of silence, Lin Zian stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from Lin Ping'er's face, and hugged her in his arms: "Hey, Daddy is here, don't be afraid."

"Daddy."

Lin Ping'er sniffled and asked, "Will you leave me in the future?"

Lin Zian wanted to say that people are born, old, sick and die. As an elder, it is impossible to stay with her forever, but after thinking about it, he said: "As long as Ping'er does not dislike Daddy, Daddy will not leave."

"Ping'er will never despise Daddy!"

Lin Ping'er hugged Lin Zian tightly, her little head resting on his shoulder.

A smile that I haven't seen for a long time appeared on the little face that had been crying, and he slowly closed his eyes.

Anyone who sees it will feel pity for it.

Just like that, Lin Zian squatted on the ground for a long time.

"Bottle? Bottle?"

Seeing that Lin Ping'er was no longer moving, he yelled twice, and heard a rhythmic breathing sound coming from his ear.

Appears to be asleep.

Lin Zi'an smiled dumbly.

This kind of ups and downs, adults may not be able to bear it, children really need to have a good sleep and nourish their spirits.

He let go of his hand, intending to pull Lin Ping'er's hand from his body, but found that her hand was firmly grasping his clothes.

"Daddy, don't leave the bottle..."

Lin Ping'er murmured, her little hands clenched even tighter.

Lin Zian hesitated for a while, and took advantage of the situation to hug her up.

Just as he was about to walk down the mountain, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

At some point at the foot of the mountain, a long fire snake appeared.

Lin Zian took a closer look and found that a team of dozens of people was rushing up the mountain with torches.

"Come for me?"

He immediately thought of Lin Fang and several servants who ran down the mountain in panic.

……

"Father, in the ancestral tomb, I saw his coffin board explode with my own eyes."

Lin Fang held a torch and said to his father beside him, "That's definitely a ghost!"

When the people next to him heard Lin Fang's remarks, there was a look of sneer on their faces, and then they covered their noses calmly and walked away a few steps.

"Trash!"

Lin Yangwen looked at Lin Fang with hatred, and said, "If you find out that these are just your hysterical fantasies, the family rules will serve you!"

Hearing the word family rules, Lin Fang couldn't help shivering, and said quickly, "Father, you have to trust me, my followers have also seen it."

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"Hmph! If it wasn't for them, do you think I would listen to you trash? They told you to stop going to the land of smoke and willows. Look at your current appearance."

Smelling the foul smell in the air, Lin Yangwen subconsciously covered his nose, and said with disgust, "It's just embarrassing to me!"

Immediately, he thought of the eldest son who had joined Huayang Sect and became a direct disciple, and felt a little relieved.

Fortunately, the eldest son's talent in martial arts is good, and he is sensible, so the trash next to him can be raised as a rice bug at worst.

A group of people just walked up the mountain, but found a somewhat weird figure walking out of the entrance of the cemetery.

Due to the distance, everyone could only see a vague black figure, whose figure seemed distorted, with two heads, one big and one small, on his head.

"Two heads! Blame... monster..."

A servant was frightened and stopped in place.

The rest of the Lin family's children and servants also looked at the gradually approaching figures, stopped in their tracks, and their bodies became stiff.

A few people even took a few steps back quietly, only waiting to turn around and flee when they realized something was wrong.

"monster?"

Lin Yangwen sneered, grabbed a servant's torch, and walked to the front of the crowd.

As the visitor gradually approached, through the blessing of moonlight and fire, coupled with not weak night vision ability, he was the first to see the appearance of the visitor, and said with a sneer: "It's just a person holding a child Forget it, scaring you so incoherently, how does this make outsiders view our Lin family?"

Hearing this, the children and servants of the family in the rear felt relieved at first, but after hearing the last sentence, they couldn't help lowering their heads.

But only a small number of them showed a look of shame, and most of them looked indifferent.

The Lin family is no longer the original Lin family, and the treatment is far from as good as before. Most of the servants who still stay here are those who are just waiting to die, and they don't want to take the risk to find another master.

As for the person who is a child of the Lin family, he feels even more disturbed.

Thinking back to how prosperous the Lin family was when Lin Zian was alive, but after three years in your hands, it has become so decayed. How dare you say what you think of our Lin family?

As the figure gradually approached, Lin Yangwen finally saw the face of the person coming.

His complexion also went from being angry at the beginning who dared to pretend to be a ghost in the Lin family ancestral grave, to being absent-minded, shocked, and even mixed with a trace of fear.

When he came back to his senses, Lin Yangwen looked at Lin Zian who was standing a few meters in front of them in disbelief, and murmured: "No...impossible, this is absolutely impossible."

"Lin Zian, Patriarch Lin!"

An old butler who had stayed in the Lin family for more than ten years suddenly cried out.

"Isn't the former Patriarch dead?"

Hearing the sound, there was a commotion in the crowd behind.

"Patriarch, you..."

The old housekeeper wanted to continue talking, but he saw Lin Zian holding Lin Ping'er in his left hand, his right index finger stretched out and gently placed on his mouth, making a quiet movement.

"Ping'er is still sleeping, keep your voice down."

Lin Zian said softly.

"well."

Hearing Lin Zian's voice, the old butler finally confirmed that the person in front of him was not his own illusion, but a real person.

Appearance, clothing, demeanor, exactly the same.

You can't be wrong, this is Patriarch Lin Zi'an Lin who led the Lin family to its peak with his own efforts.

The old housekeeper stepped forward with tears in his eyes: "Patriarch, you...how do you..."

Lin Zian smiled and said, "Why did I come out?"

What the old butler actually wanted to ask was how he came back to life, but he thought that there was nothing wrong with coming out of the coffin, so he nodded quickly.

"When I was retreating, my internal strength suddenly went berserk."

Lin Zian looked at the many gazes in front of him, and said slowly: "When I was about to die, I subconsciously recalled an unnamed mental method that I accidentally obtained from a miscellaneous book, and then I didn't know anything about it. Wake up and find me in the coffin, and the rest is what you see."