Weird World of Immortality

The yellow paper talisman was not common in the previous world, but it would not be a rare thing, but Zhou Fan still couldn't move his eyes, he always felt that there was something in the yellow paper talisman that attracted his attention.

He suddenly found that the crooked rune line seemed to be wriggling, like red worms crawling, and they climbed up along the black porcelain surface of the oil cup.

Is there something wrong with his eyes?

Even so, Zhou Fan didn't want to blink.

Suddenly, a broad palm covered Zhou Fan's eyes.

Zhou Fancai blinked, and when he came back to his senses, he felt a dry pain in his eyes.

"This is a small lamp talisman, don't look at it, or your eyes may be blinded." Yi Yimu retracted his palm, picked up his chopsticks, picked up his rice bowl, and said solemnly to Zhou Fan.

Small lamp sign? Zhou Fan couldn't help but glance at it, and then quickly looked away.

Gui Feng came over with a bowl of rice, put it in front of Zhou Fan and said distressedly: "You child, you have been sick for a few days, why have you forgotten everything?"

Zhou Fan laughed awkwardly. He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't even dare to ask about the little lamp talisman.

Zhou Yimu took a bowl of green vegetables and put it on the bowl, mixed with corn and rice, and swallowed it in a big gulp, before he said calmly, "Did Dr. Zhang not say that? People's head is injured, and they may forget everything. It may be recalled after a while.”

Gui Feng worried: "What if I can't remember it?"

Yi Yimu's dark face seemed a little dull and said: "If you can't remember, you can't remember, Afan is fine."

Gui Feng nodded and said, "That's right, you're lucky if you're okay."

"How did I get injured?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked. He wanted to know more about the condition of this body. When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, he was always full of curiosity about the case, and of course he was curious about his injuries.

This injury caused the soul of the predecessor to dissipate, and Zhou Fan was able to occupy the magpie's nest. It is better to understand it clearly.

Yi Yimu and Guifeng suddenly became quiet.

Zhou Fan stared at their faces. People's emotions were first reflected by the facial muscles. When interrogating prisoners before, he would keep staring at the faces of the prisoners to check if they were lying.

A look of worry and fear appeared on Gui Feng's face, and she subconsciously looked at her husband.

The corners of Yi Yimu's eyes trembled slightly. He picked up a mouthful of rice with chopsticks, chewed it down and said, "You fell and hurt your head."

"It turned out to be a fall." Zhou Fan nodded, then lowered his head and concentrated on eating.

It's just that Zhou Fan knew in his heart that people who fall on their head often fall down, but if they fall, they should also injure the front of the head.

His injury was on the back of his head, and most of the people who fell backward were the waist and femur. There are cases where the back of the head is injured, but only in very special circumstances.

The most important thing is that the facial expressions of the two couples betrayed them, they were lying.

Why do they hide the truth?

It seemed that he was injured and had hidden feelings. Zhou Fan didn't ask any more, because the other party obviously didn't want to say anything, and if he asked, he probably wouldn't be able to get anything out of it, and Zhou Fan was worried that the other party would doubt him.

The food was unpalatable, but Zhou Fan didn't show it. He still ate two big bowls before he stopped. After all, no matter how unpalatable it was, he could still fill his stomach.

After the family finished eating, Gui Feng started to clean up the dishes. Yi Yi Mu brought a black iron hookah, lit it, and took a small mouth.

Zhou Fan just sat there dumbfounded. He didn't know how to communicate with Zhou Yimu. Sometimes he said too many mistakes, but he didn't say a word at all.

Yi Yimu seemed to be used to this kind of silence. He smoked a hookah for a while, then glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "You have just recovered from your illness. Go to rest early. Tomorrow's hair-cutting day is very important. It is a major event in your life."

Zhou Fan heard the word 'hair tie' for the second time. He had read it in some history books before, and knew that there was a saying in ancient times that hair tie means that a person entered his youth from a child. You can do a lot of things, such as getting married, participating in the imperial examinations, and traveling abroad.

Zhou Fan thought for a while and asked, "Father, what should I do on hair-cutting day tomorrow?"

Zhou Yimu was not too surprised by Zhou Fan's question. After all, he also knew that his son had lost his memory, and he spit out the flue: "It's alright, it's not you who tie your hair alone, you can follow what others do. ."

Said so, but Zhou Fan could see Zhou Yimu's face through the dim light, and it seemed to be a lot heavier.

This made Zhou Fan frown.

Gui Feng came over with a basin of water, and she said softly, "Afan, don't worry, your parents will be with you tomorrow."

But Zhou Fan noticed a trace of worry in Gui Feng's eyebrows.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, is there any danger in this bundle of hair?

However, Zhou Fan didn't ask any more, and he also saw that the two of Zhou Yimu didn't seem to want to bring up this topic.

In this era, the conditions were poor. Zhou Fan just took a shower and prepared to go back to his bedroom, but Yi Yimu stopped him.

Yi Yimu picked up the oil lamp on the table, took out the small lamp talisman and handed it to Zhou Fan: "The ghost may come to you tonight, put the small lamp talisman under the oil lamp in your room, and let the lamp turn on tonight. When you fall asleep, don't turn off the lights, okay?"

"Understood." Zhou Fan took the small lamp talisman. He didn't dare to stare at it for fear of going blind. "But what about you, parents?"

Gui Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Fan's face and said, "Silly boy, I really don't remember anything. Yin ghosts can only deal with weak people, they can't provoke us."

Only then did Zhou Fan understand that he took the small lamp talisman back to the bedroom.

It didn't take long for the two of them to return to their bedroom with the oil lamp.

As soon as she returned to the bedroom, the worry on Gui Feng's face was no longer hidden. She whispered, "Afan's injury is just right, will it affect tomorrow?"

Yi Yimu shook his head and said, "No, I've asked people before. This kind of thing has nothing to do with being injured."

Gui Feng said in a hurry, "If there is any influence, what should we do?"

Yi Yimu said with a sullen face: "Women's worries, even if they really have an impact, can we solve them? This kind of thing has always been left to fate."

Gui Feng bowed her head slightly, she knew that what her husband said was the truth.

Yi Yimu sighed again: "Whether his life is good or not can only depend on his own. I believe that Afan's life will not be too bad. He can recover from such a serious injury..."

Zhou Yimu's voice was very low, and Zhou Fan naturally couldn't hear it. He pressed the small lamp talisman under the oil lamp in the room, and looked at the darkness everywhere, the kind of fear that made him terrified. It felt like it didn't appear again.

Zhou Fan was sitting in front of the bed, he looked at the flame of the oil lamp and muttered to himself, "Yin ghost... little lamp talisman... and tomorrow's hair-wiping day..."

These all made Zhou Fan realize that this world is not simple, and it seems that there is a strange and unknown danger shrouded everywhere.

Zhou Fan originally thought that he had traveled to a certain dynasty in China, but now he has a lot of doubts. It doesn't seem like a certain dynasty in China. The official history rarely mentions ghosts and gods.

At most, they brag about the emperor's mysteriousness as the emperor, but other than that, there is not much talk of ghosts and gods.

Will this still be a certain dynasty in China?

Zhou Fan felt a little pain in his head again. He couldn't come to a conclusion because he got too little valid information, and he was not a historian. He could quickly deduce which dynasty belonged to from the buildings or objects in the room. ability.

Zhou Fan simply stopped thinking about it. He closed his eyes. Even after sleeping for several days, he still felt very sleepy and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

After a while, Zhou Fan found himself in a very strange place.

The gray mist shrouded around him, Zhou Fan frowned, and he continued to look forward.

It's just that the fog is thick, and there is gray fog wherever it enters the eyes.

This is where?

Isn't he asleep?

Is this a dream?

If it was a dream, how did he realize that he was dreaming so clearly?

Zhou Fan pinched his face with his hand, he could feel the pain.

Zhou Fan glanced at his feet again, there was a gray fog swimming under his feet, and he was stepping on jet-black wooden boards.

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