100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 1240 Twelve Hours

Wang Ping:…

So I'm dead?

After a brief moment of confusion, the previously hazy memory suddenly became clear, and he remembered what he saw in the mirror after turning on the light!

That's not him, that's a paper figure wearing his clothes, without any facial features!

"So, I was scared to death?"

"New ghost," Wang Ping said, lowering his head dejectedly. This was the best explanation his numb and unintelligent mind could come up with.

"No."

She sat cross-legged, lazily propping her head up with her hand, and tilted it to one side: "Your luck and lifespan have been stolen."

"What?!"

His eyes widened in shock!

But soon, he frowned and retorted, "But I've had average luck since I was a child. I'm neither particularly lucky nor particularly unlucky. Who would care about my luck?"

"Does your brother have a heart condition?"

"How did you know?!" Wang Ping stared wide-eyed in shock.

But then I thought, she even knows she's going to die, so it's not surprising that she could calculate some of her family's situations.

He instinctively wanted to float closer, but it seemed as if there was an invisible wall of air in front of her, making it difficult for him to get any closer.

“Your luck is indeed average, but for an ordinary person, a life without disasters and hardships is already the greatest blessing. You can go home and see if your brother’s heart disease has been cured, and if your mother has become much younger.” Jin Huan had already said all this, so how could Wang Ping not understand?

"impossible."

Wang Ping refuted this once again with certainty.

Jin Huan didn't say much, but simply waved his hand, and a powerful force instantly flung Wang Ping away.

When he finally regained his balance after being disoriented, the entire ghost had appeared in the village where he had grown up.

While he was alive, he worked day after day, year after year, and had no time to appreciate the scenery around him. He had walked back and forth at the entrance of the village for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen its magnificent grandeur!

However, I was eager to return home.

In this life, his biggest worry was his mother and his two younger siblings. Now that he had come to his senses, he immediately rushed home.

Along the way, he encountered several ghosts in similar states to himself. Several times when he saw them, his heart skipped a beat, and his legs trembled with fear. But he quickly realized that he was a ghost too, and his heart had already stopped. However, those ghosts all had lifeless eyes and brushed past him without reacting, as if they had lost their minds.

Wang Ping was somewhat surprised, but dared not investigate further, and simply focused all his energy on drifting home.

Although my younger brother has a heart condition, it's not serious. He usually only comes home during winter and summer vacations. How could he possibly be home? This year, he's preparing for the teacher qualification exam and didn't even plan to come home for the Chinese New Year; he'll be staying at school to study.

He just transferred 1000 yuan to his younger brother last week for tuition and living expenses, how could he possibly be at home now?

That girl is definitely lying.

Furthermore, aging is irreversible, so how could a mother possibly become young again?

He forced a smile, repeatedly emphasizing that the little girl was definitely lying. His floating speed, however, subconsciously slowed down.

Wang Ping's home is at the very end of the village, which is already far away. With him deliberately slowing down, he's even less likely to get there now.

Just then, a gust of wind seemed to deliberately lift him up and throw him into his own yard!