In the pot where the cactus was originally planted, there was now a human head in the right place, and it should be a man's head, because the hair was very short.

For a moment, I stood dumbfounded, wondering if it would be Su Mosen's head, if he had offended someone outside and suffered retribution.

The flower pot rested on the ground, very low, and I was standing a meter away looking down, and there was no way to see more clearly under the moonlight.

This will make me feel a little cool, because a layer of cold sweat suddenly appeared on my skin, and when the wind blows, my whole body feels creepy.

The courtyard was quite large, but there was not much to do, and the moonlight was so bright that it could not hide people at all, and the human head seemed to fly out of thin air and lay here as if it were completely illogical.

Of course, at this point I was in a trance and kind of understood why.

For many years, I have been telling myself that everything that seems illogical must have a logical explanation in the end.

These words can keep me awake and calm in many situations.

Like now.

Everything now is just a dream.

Only dreams can be so unrealistic: human heads fly out of thin air, and I stand under the bright moonlight without a shadow.

My principle has always been to hide if I can, and if I can't hide from it, I will face it head-on. In any case, even if it was just a fierce and unlucky dream, I had to figure out who died so creatively and died in my flower pot to play as a cactus.

I took two small steps forward, held my breath again, and slowly squatted down, as low as I could, until I could see the whole picture of the human head.

It is indeed a man, he looks quite ordinary, he should have been dead for some time, his face is completely devoid of flesh, and there is no blood, only a gray skin is stretched on the skull, his eyes are half-closed, slightly drooping, the corners of his lips are grinning, and his expression is very sad, as if he died very unjustly, very reluctantly, and he is unwilling to die under Jiuquan.

If you look closely, the eyebrows, the shape of the mouth, and the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose......

Seeing clearly, I sat down on the concrete floor, my eyes widened, and instinctively covered my mouth with my hand, covering it tightly, otherwise the howl would have shattered the world.

It's Uncle Xiu.

It's really Uncle Xiu.

Even though the human head in the flower pot has lost its blood color and lost its appearance, I will not admit it no matter what, it is really Uncle Xiu.

Uncle Xiu is a rare warmth when I was growing up, and I have given me the missing fatherly love in the long years, how can I not recognize him.

He is the best person in this world for me.

My grandfather Su Mosen was not good to me at all, but he had two friends, or subordinates, who were very good to me, one was Uncle Xiu, and the other was an uncle surnamed Chen.

The two of them would come to see me every few years with gifts, stay at my house for a while, teach me to read and write, teach me martial arts, and teach me a lot of medicinal herbs. Uncle Chen is very serious, and he always feels a little fierce when he looks at it, so I like Uncle Xiu a little more, he loves to laugh, speaks kindly, and is very kind.

I once thought that Uncle Xiu was my biological father, and when I asked him several times, he said no, and told me not to think nonsense.

I was very young when I asked this question, and I wasn't sure if he lied to me, because he always denied it, and every time he denied it, he would pull his face up, and then he would say something to me about blood and birthmarks, and I wouldn't ask again.

I never imagined that Uncle Xiu, who hadn't seen him for more than ten years, would run into my dream in such a form, and die in my dream.