I don't know when he repaired his wounds.

My mind went blank and went on in a daze, until noon, then afternoon, then evening, and then midnight.

Being in a daze seems to be a necessary stage after every time I suffer a heavy psychological blow, maybe it is a kind of self-relief and relief, or maybe it is a kind of escape.

I didn't get out of my daze until the middle of the night, and then I slowly turned my head and slowly turned my eyes to look at the little monk.

The light in the room had been turned on at some point, and the little monk was sitting cross-legged on the bed and paying attention to me, with a shallow curvature at the corners of his lips.

"Wife, shall we go to dinner first? I'm hungry. He spoke just in time, and the corners of his lips were raised.

I was noncommittal to his inquiry, and my face was expressionless.

He then got out of bed, took out the monk's robe from his bag, then put it back in his place, found a random set of clothes, went to the bathroom to put on, and then took the bank card and ID card to put the boomerang in his pocket and took my hand and left the room.

He took me to the place where we dined last night, but the restaurant was closed.

It was late, and only some of the stalls in the night market had not yet been closed.

He took me back to the night market for dinner.

I ate mechanically, and I didn't know the taste.

After we finished the meal, he took me to White Deer Island to see the autumn leaves.

When we arrived, it was already light and there were no more pedestrians on the road.

Here, there is no lonely autumn scenery, full of visual feasts.

Wildflowers are thick, pine and birch, orange mountains are bright and water-colored, two slender islands lie next to each other, and the river water is in an S-shape loop between the two small islands.

The two small islands are called Blue Wolf and White Deer, and according to legend, they were incarnated by a couple.

According to legend, there was a war between the Mongol tribes and the Turkic tribes, and a man and a woman, the husband called the blue wolf and the wife called the white deer, fled to the Erguna Mountains.

They came to the river to breed their children and young for a living, and when they died, they turned into two small islands, lying on each other's necks, and depended on each other as companions.

Later, Genghis Khan became famous and returned to Murowei to worship his ancestors and hunt here, and had a dream at night, and saw a blue wolf and a white deer scarred and running and wailing.

After he woke up, he summoned his entourage to interpret his dreams, and realized that he should not forget the calamity of his ancestors, and that the great cause was not completed and that he should not sit back and relax.

Legend has it that the last time we came to the tour guide, I thought it was quite interesting, and I just felt ridiculous when I revisited the old place.

When he was born, in order to avoid war, he was reluctant to survive, but he still multiplied his descendants, and his complete egoism did not care about the way out and life and death of his descendants.

is finally dead, and if you have to turn into an island again, even if you will be trampled on, you have to lie down and accompany each other, there may be affectionate elements, but there is more suspicion of pretending to be too much.

In the end, he died and didn't choose to take care of his descendants, but he ran into the dream of Genghis Khan, who had already achieved fame, and brushed his sense of existence, his flattering face was too obvious, and his appearance was not ordinary ugly.

Grandpa called at this time, and I shuddered and threw away the mobile phone in my hand.

The phone flew out and fell into the river.

I was stunned, jumped into the river in a hurry, and after I got my mobile phone, I didn't bother to go ashore again, and stood in the mud in the water and hurriedly answered the phone as soon as possible.

Grandpa told me that he had returned to Shallow Bay last night but had not seen me, and that he had left the things he had brought back for me in the cabin and had left again, and asked me if I had taken over the exorcism business again, asked me if I was still in a dreamless state, and told me to take care of myself.

Among the things he brought back to me were ingredients and new clothes, as well as cakes and snacks that I loved.

When the time came, the grandfather hung up the phone, and the mobile phone that entered the water entered a black screen state.

I stood shivering in the cold waters, my eyes tingling.

Is the thrush a critter that can cry freely in the woods, or a bird that is imprisoned in a cage?

He sighed softly, carried me ashore from the river, took off his coat and draped it over me, and led me tightly in his arms.

His embrace was warm and steady.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

At this point, who should I believe?

Both he and his grandfather are impeccable.

In the version of my past life, my grandfather took care of me and recreated me as my faith, attributing his appearance in the illusion that someone broke into the illusion at a critical moment.

In another version of his life that he told me, I was reset by my grandfather, and my mind was full of false pasts.

He had fought his way to save me, and just as he reached me and stretched out his hand to me, someone attacked him from behind.

His appearance in the illusion can be attributed to the fact that the scene of his death because of me is deeply in my memory, and even if the memory is reset, I can't completely forget it.

"Get out of here, get out of here. There was a harsh, gruff repetition sound.

I followed the voice, and it was a raven with a wounded wing in the middle of the jungle.

Several gray lynxes, baring their fangs with ferocious expressions, were slowly walking towards it in an encirclement.

The wounded crow kept retreating towards the center of the encirclement, constantly trying to spread its wings and take off, but could not fly at all.

It's clearly not a demon.

It's just a crow with a human mouth.

An adult crow has an IQ comparable to that of an eight-year-old child.

People only know that parrots and starlings learn human speech, but in fact, parrots and starlings are far less intelligent than crows.

If people raise crows to learn human speech, they will naturally learn faster than parrots and starlings.

As I followed the voice, he continued to hug me, and a sound similar to the impact of a brass bell came from the copper coin he hung on his wrist.

Several lynx immediately scattered and fled.

The wounded crow scurried from the jungle towards us, apparently thanking us to our face.

"No, I don't. Go ahead. He whispered to stop the crow's steps.

"Thank you. The raven hesitated for a moment, then turned and headed back into the jungle.

I withdrew my gaze from the crow, and my gaze fell on the copper coin on his wrist.

During his time with me, I studied his copper coins, and his copper coins would not make the slightest movement no matter how they hit.

Now that he was back to normal, the red rope with the copper coin had been extended and was still tight on his wrist.

It turned out that when my consciousness was completely distracted in the mountains of Yunnan, what I heard was similar to the sound of the copper bell colliding, which was the sound of the copper coins on his wrist.

When I met him in a hallucination when I was six years old, I heard a sound similar to the impact of a brass bell.

At that time, in the whimpering wind of wild ghosts crying together, I clearly sensed that something in my body began to move, and then gradually it was about to burst out at any time.

I was at a loss for what to do, so I could only wait in despair to see what happened.

Just as something inside me was about to burst out, there was a faint movement similar to the impact of a brass bell, piercing through the whimpering wind and sending it to my ears.

My body instantly returned to normal, and at the same time, he appeared at the edge of the range that I could only see with my extreme eye.

His face is expressionless and his eyes are indifferent, with his own alienation and loneliness, giving people a sense of distance and coldness.

The wide monk's robe on his body was snow-white and not stained with any dust, and the texture seemed to be cotton and linen, but it was neither raw nor cooked hemp.

He walked straight towards me from a distance, unhurried, unhurried, unhurried, but in a few steps he dodged in front of me.

He stopped in front of me, frowned slightly, and bent down to hold out his thin, thin right hand toward me.

If he had lied to me, then he would have been able to completely forget in the depths of my memory, even if his memory was reset, that he should have used copper coins in his monk's robes in the scene where he died because of me.

"What did you wear when you rescued Si Yinxue, and did you use copper coins?" I asked in a low voice.

"I'm wearing a monk's robe. Copper coins were used. He gave the answer softly.

His answer, which reminded me again, was similar to the faint movement of the impact of a brass bell, which I had heard not only in the illusion, but also when Granny Huang's corpse was nowhere to be found and when she was terrified after witnessing the beggars being skinned and deboned, and when she wanted to slaughter the village with the intention of slaughtering in her heart.

The next two times I heard it had the effect of interrupting my rising fear so that I could not be horrified into insanity, and the other was to stop my descent into murder.

If he hadn't lied, then he would have been my faith, even though I had been reset to remember his effect on me.

What are the facts?

What's right and what's wrong?

Now that I've had a choice, I can't solve anything by running away.

Between him and his grandfather in the mountains of Yunnan, I have given up on him once.

Now that I have a choice, I need to give him a chance.

It is precisely because of my extreme resistance to him that I completely subverted my grandfather's image in my heart, and I need to return my grandfather's innocence.

"You need to prove to yourself that what you say is true. If you tell half a lie, you and I will not die. I paused every word, and the short words almost used up all my strength.

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