Looking at Sikong Lu's posture as a little daughter, Qin Muwaner did not speak.

Zhao Laoshi hummed and chirped to interrupt the warmth of the room: "This Qin Mu, if you insist on being discharged from the hospital, it is not impossible, you still have a low-grade fever, or you will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow morning after getting an injection." ”

"Why can I be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, but not today?" Qin Mu looked directly at Zhao Laoshi: "Don't forget that I am also a doctor, and I can inject myself myself." ”

When Xiaobai heard this, he wanted to insert a sentence into it, Mu Mu, your skills, you can see the virtual disease, and the real disease can kill people, right? (Deficiency sickness, a deficiency caused by ghosts and gods.) Real diseases are diseases that occur on the body and can be cured by modern medical treatment. Zhao Laoshi let Qin Mu look at it a little hesitantly and said, "This ...... Yu Xiu went to the city for a meeting today, and he won't be back until tomorrow morning. ”

Zhao Laoshi's words made Xiaobai and Sikong Lu quite puzzled, is there any connection between Yu Xiu and Qin Mu's discharge from the hospital? But when Qin Mu heard this, he understood, this is probably because Doctor Yu gave him a death order, thinking that Yu Xiu must have told him something, since there is Uncle Bai in charge, thinking of this, Qin Mu closed his eyes: "Then be it." ”

"Hey, then I'll tell him to go, I'll go first." Seeing Qin Mu compromise, Zhao Laoshi was afraid that he would regret it, so he threw down such a sentence and ran away without a trace.

Qin Mu looked at his back, remembering that he was in a hurry to go back to surpass the soul before, but he forgot to ask how this guy saved himself, he didn't believe that without anyone's help, these two two goods could find themselves smoothly and not be scared to death by the ghosts in the murderous mansion.

The murderous house...... Qin Mu thought for a moment, was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Sikong Lu, how much do you know about your ancient mansion?" ”

Sikong Lu probably didn't expect Qin Mu to ask like this, and was stunned before saying: "I heard my father say that it seems to be an ominous place, but my father sent someone to repair it, and my father said that no matter what others say about it, it is always his own home." ”

Qin Mu glanced at Sikong Lu, it seems that Sikong Wenzheng also hides this baby daughter tightly, probably because he doesn't want his daughter to know these things, with Sikong Wenzheng's infatuation with that Wenxiu, Qin Mu doesn't believe it, he will kill his wife ruthlessly and seal it in the old mansion as Wenxiu's ghost said, there must be some misunderstanding in this.

And the only one who can explain this misunderstanding is only Chonghua, who is responsible for setting up a formation and appeasing the old house, with Chonghua's nature, maybe it is possible to secretly do it without Sikong Wenzheng knowing.

Qin Mu shook his head, at this time, his body with a low-grade fever was not suitable for thinking too much at all, his head was swollen and a little uncomfortable, he took out a few relics in the transparent document bag, held them in the palm of his hand, and looked at Xiaobai and Sikong with an earnest expression, the expressions of the two were surprisingly consistent, in addition to the faint worry between the eyebrows, there was also a little tiredness, Qin Mu waved his hand: "You two go back to sleep, I have nothing to do." ”

After speaking, he took the relics, found a comfortable position on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Xiao Bai and Sikong Lu stared at each other for a while, in fact, they all knew that Qin Mu was driving people away, Xiao Bai knew that he should not stay by Qin Mu's side at this time, and let him think about it by himself, it was far better than a group of people making endless noise in his ears. Xiaobai raised his eyes and saw that there was still a trace of reluctance between his eyebrows, and he wanted to speak.

Xiaobai immediately walked over, took Sikong Lu's little hand and dragged it out.

Sikong Lu refused and shouted all kinds of shouts, but Qin Mu seemed to have fallen asleep and was unmoved.

Xiaobai whispered: "What the master needs most now is rest, not a big living person next to you, understand?" ”

Sikong Lu thought about it, this is the truth, in fact, she really wanted to stay and enlighten Qin Mu, but after all, she had been with Qin Mu for a short time, and she didn't know as much as Xiaobai, the waiter, so maybe what Xiaobai said was right.

However, as the only heir of the Sikong family, he was dragged away by a mere acolyte like this, which was very unsightly, Sikong Lu slapped Xiaobai's hand away, and his voice was a little cold: "Of course I know this." With that, he left without looking back.

Xiao Bai held the hand that was slapped by Sikong Lu, shrugged helplessly, looked in the direction of Qin Mu, faintly worried, but she wouldn't say anything, Qin Mu in this state could only let him think clearly.

As soon as Xiaobai and Sikong Lu left, Qin Mu opened his eyes.

Holding the relics in his hand, Qin Mu's head ached for a while, and he didn't know if Lu Dao had just woken up, or the original symptoms of a low-grade fever, a very tired feeling hit his heart, and he casually put those few relics under the pillow and fell asleep.

His mind has been groggy all the time, and there is darkness around him, Qin Mu suddenly saw that there seemed to be a bright light not far away, and his body became lighter and lighter, Qin Mu ran towards the bright place, the original soreness and powerlessness in his body seemed to have disappeared, his body was incredibly light, and he could float a long distance every time he tapped on the ground, and the feeling was indescribably comfortable, as if lying in his mother's cradle.

The light in front of him is getting bigger and bigger, Qin Muzhi said, this is a dream, but this is not his dream, because since Chonghua left, he rarely dreams, there are no ups and downs in life, and there are not so many thoughts. For a long time after Chonghua left, Qin Mu's dreams were all a slowly flowing gray, like the unchanging Styx in the underworld.

The bright light became bigger and bigger, and finally enveloped Qin Mu's surroundings, the sun flowed wantonly from the not very dense woods, and there was a slight fluorescence around it, if such fluorescence appeared in the dream, it means that this dream belongs to a real and realistic thing, because it represents the owner's memory, and it is a memory that has been sealed for a long time.

But whose dream is this? How warm is it?

Qin Mu was still wearing a hospital gown at this time, barefoot, the tower was in the soft soil, the surrounding woods were not very dense, only a few rows, through this sparse woods, not far away, there seemed to be a child passing in front of the woods, and further on, there was a river that didn't look very deep.

Qin Mu stood on the edge of the woods, watching the children hurrying by, he combed the horns that he would only comb in ancient times, wearing coarse cloth, clothes with patches and no color, carrying a gray burden with patches on his back, walking without squinting, jumping and jumping, and his clean face had a simplicity that only children have.

Qin Mu tried to find familiar traces on his immature little face, but dozens of faces flashed in his mind, none of them matched the number, this child was obviously the owner of the dream, why, would he travel to such a dream? And it is also the memory of an ancient man.