Zhou Fan listened for a while, but no footsteps came, and his ears heard 'hoo...... The faint sound of ...... wind blew in from the wooden door.

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment, he opened the door twice today, knowing that the solid wood door was very heavy, and it was difficult to open it if it wasn't for the wind, what was going on?

The darkness without any point of light kept him from opening his eyes, or he might not even be able to breathe out of fear.

He was waiting for his 'parents' to come in and light the lamp before opening his eyes, but now he doesn't know why the wooden door was suddenly pushed open.

Turbulence.

There were hands that grabbed Zhou Fan's neck, and the cold palms instantly made Zhou Fan creepy.

Zhou Fan still didn't open his eyes, it was so dark that there was no light, even if he opened his eyes, it was useless, he clenched his right hand into a fist, and estimated the position of the opponent's head to blast upward.

When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, Zhou Fan knew that the head was the place where a person had the most weaknesses, whether it was hitting the nose, eyes or anything else in the head!

But Zhou Fan's fist hit the air and hit nothing!

How is this possible?

Zhou Fan was shocked in his heart, this person pressed his feet, pinched his neck, just above him, even if he didn't hit this person's head, it should hit other parts of this person's body, why......

The hands that grabbed him by the neck suddenly increased with force.

"Ahem...... Cough...... Ahem......"

Zhou Fan's breathing was difficult, and he struggled desperately, reaching out to grab his neck, trying to break the palms that wanted to strangle him.

It's just that Zhou Fan's hands are still empty, and his neck can clearly feel that there are palms desperately pinching him, but his palms don't catch anything.

Zhou Fan kept panting, his heart was beating wildly, his hands kept patting his neck, and his head began to get close to being unable to think.

Zhou Fan's feet also kept trying to lift up, but he couldn't move the slightest.

"Am I going to die?" Zhou Fan had this thought in his mind, he couldn't care about anything else, he opened his eyes, and there was darkness in his eyes.

But his pupils contracted suddenly, and he saw a humanoid shadow in the darkness, which was holding his neck with his hand.

Zhou Fan's vision began to blur a little.

At that moment, the room lit up, the darkness quickly receded, and the shadows disappeared abruptly.

"Whew...... Call...... ...... exhale, "Zhou Fan can breathe, he inhales heavily, fresh air pours into his lungs, and there is a hot pain in his throat and lobes.

"Afan, Afan, are you okay?" a haggard woman in her forties anxiously helped Zhou Fan up.

"It's a yin ghost, it took advantage of Afan's weakness to target Afan. The middle-aged man next to him said a word, and he walked away quickly, and came back with a bowl of water in a while.

Zhou Fan didn't have time to speak, so he was flooded.

As soon as Zhou Fan took a sip, he couldn't help coughing, this was not ordinary water, with a pungent and spicy taste.

Zhou Fan wanted to vomit, but the middle-aged man didn't let Zhou Fan vomit, he pinched Zhou Fan's chin and shouted, "If you don't want to die, drink it all." ”

Zhou Fan was still forced to pour a bowl of strange water, and when he drank it, he only felt a kind of heat rise up all over his body, dispelling a chill.

"It should be fine. The middle-aged man touched Zhou Fan's forehead with his big rough hands and said with a sigh of relief.

The woman standing on the side breathed a sigh of relief, and she reproached: "Afan, why don't you know that you are being targeted by the Yin Ghost? Didn't my mother tell you to beware of this kind of thing before?"

Zhou Fan breathed a sigh of relief, he was stunned and said, "What yin ghost?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Don't talk about Afan, it's our carelessness, have you forgotten that there are many things in Afan's head that you don't remember now?"

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "I'm confused." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Let's go cook first, Afan, you have a good rest." ”

The couple turned around and went about their work.

Zhou Fan had a lot of questions in his heart that he wanted to ask, but seeing that the couple had left, he couldn't speak anymore.

This couple is Zhou Fan's current parents, and in the conversations of the past few days, he knows that his father's name is Zhou Yimu, and his mother is called 'Gui Feng', but Zhou Fan's specific surname is not clear.

Zhou Fan smiled bitterly, he felt that the heart of the 'parents' was a little big, he was almost strangled to death just now, but after the two of them solved it, they turned around and went to cook as if nothing happened.

I don't know if the values of the ancient people are a little different......

Zhou Fan touched his neck, and he could touch the shallow finger strangulation marks on his neck.

Zhou Fan's face changed slightly, what happened just now was not an illusion, but what was a yin ghost?

Is there really something strange in the dark?

Zhou Fan was an atheist before the crossing, he had investigated many doubts, but he had never seen a ghost, and now he was a little suspicious, maybe this world ......

Zhou Fan looked at the dark corner of the room that the oil lamp couldn't reach, and he stared.

He stared at it for a long time, and his body no longer had that creepy reaction, as if something terrifying in the darkness had left.

Zhou Fan's head was a little confused, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

After a while, her mother Gui Feng walked in, and she smiled and said, "Afan, let's go to dinner." ”

Gui Feng stretched out his hand to help Zhou Fan stand up.

"Mother, I can do it myself. Zhou Fan shook his head, a little awkwardly calling the other party 'mother', he knew that this could not be avoided.

Besides, after all, he used the body of his predecessor, no matter what the reason, then the parents of the predecessor will be his parents from now on.

Zhou Fan had already stood up by himself when he thought about it.

Gui Feng, who was watching on the side, said happily: "It seems that Ah Fan is already fine, then your father and I don't have to worry about tomorrow." ”

Tomorrow's business?

Zhou Fan asked, "Mother, what's going on tomorrow?"

Gui Feng said: "We thought we were going to help you go about the hair tie, but today you can stand up by yourself, I think it's okay." ”

Bundle your hair?

Zhou Fan wanted to ask again, but was pushed by Gui Feng to sit down at the dinner table.

The mud house of the Zhou family is two mud walls divided into three small rooms, the house sits north to south, the east one is Zhou Fan's bedroom, the west one is the parents' bedroom, and the middle is used as a simple small hall, which is usually used for eating or entertaining guests.

In the previous three days, his mother Gui Feng brought it to the bed to feed Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan's head was like a lump of paste at that time, but he ate subconsciously, and he didn't feel much.

Now it was the first time he had sat down to eat with his parents.

On the square table was only a plate of greens in a large bowl, mixed with small black pieces of meat.

Zhou Fan just glanced at the dish, he looked away, and his attention was all on the oil lamp on the table.

The black porcelain oil cup, there is a faint flame on the lamp, the lamp oil of this oil cup will naturally not be kerosene, but animal fat or vegetable oil, as for what kind of it, Zhou Fan does not know.

To be more precise, what attracted Zhou Fan's attention was the talisman pressed under the oil cup.

The talisman is painted with crimson cinnabar, and the crooked lines look unique.