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 take his eyes off, he always felt that there was something about the yellow paper talisman that attracted his attention.

Suddenly, he noticed that the crooked lines seemed to wriggle, like red worms crawling, and they crawled up the black porcelain surface of the oil pot.

Could it be that something is wrong with his eyes?

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

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

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

"It's a small light charm, you can't look at it, otherwise you might be blind. Zhou Zhou Mu retracted his palm, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice bowl, and said solemnly to Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan couldn't help but glance at it, and then hurriedly looked away.

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

Zhou Fan laughed embarrassedly a few times, he didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't even dare to ask about the little lantern charm for a while.

Zhou Zhou Mu sandwiched a handful of green vegetables, put it on a bowl mixed with corn and swallowed it in a big gulp, and then said unhurriedly: "Didn't Dr. Zhang say it? When a person's head is injured, he may forget everything, and maybe he will be able to remember it after a while." ”

Gui Feng said worriedly: "What if I can't remember?"

Zhou Zhoumu's dark face looked a little wooden, and said: "If you can't remember, you can't remember, as long as the Mortal is fine." ”

Gui Feng nodded and said, "That's right, it's lucky that people are fine." ”

"How did I get hurt?" 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 would be 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, so it is better to understand it clearly.

Zhou Zhou Mu and Gui Feng suddenly quieted down.

Zhou Fan stared at their faces, people's emotions would be the first to be reflected by the facial muscles, and when interrogating prisoners in the past, he would always stare at the faces of prisoners to make sure that they were not lying.

Gui Feng's face showed a hint of worry and fear, and she subconsciously looked at her husband.

The corners of Zhou Zhoumu's eyes twitched slightly, he took a bite of white rice with chopsticks, chewed and swallowed, and said, "You fell and injured 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 knows in his heart that people often fall and hurt their heads, but if they fall, they should also hurt the front of their heads.

His injuries were in the back of his head, and most of the injuries in the back fell were in the waist and femur, and there would be injuries to the back of the head, but it would only form in very special circumstances.

The most important thing is that the facial expressions of these two couples betray them, they are lying.

Why are they hiding the truth?

It seems that there is still a hidden reason for his injury, Zhou Fan did not ask again, because the other party obviously didn't want to say, and he probably couldn't ask anything if he asked, and Zhou Fan was also worried that the other party doubted himself when he asked.

The meal was very palatable, but Zhou Fan didn't show it, he still ate two big bowls before stopping, after all, no matter how unpalatable it was, it could fill his stomach.

After the family finished eating, Gui Feng began to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and Zhou Zhou Mu took a black iron hookah, lit it and took a small sip and smoked it.

Zhou Fan just sat dumbfounded, he didn't know how to communicate with Zhou Yimu, sometimes he said a lot of mistakes, he simply didn't say anything.

Zhou Zhou Mu seemed to be very accustomed to such calmness, he smoked a hookah for a while, and then glanced at Zhou Fan and said: "You have just recovered from illness, go to rest early, tomorrow's hair binding day is very important, it is a major event in your life." ”

Zhou Fan heard the word 'hair bundle' for the second time, he had read it in some history books before, and knew that there was a saying that there was a bundle of hair in ancient times, and hair bundle refers to a person stepping into the juvenile period from a child, and in ancient times a teenager could do many things, such as marrying, participating in imperial examinations, traveling abroad, etc.

Zhou Fan thought for a while and asked, "Dad, what am I going to do tomorrow on the day of hair binding?"

Zhou Zhou Mu was not too surprised by Zhou Fan's question, after all, he also knew that his son had amnesia, and he spit out the smoke in his mouth: "It's okay, it's not you who tie your hair alone, you can just follow what others do." ”

said so, but Zhou Fan could see through the dim light that Zhou Zhoumu's face seemed to have become 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, my father and mother will accompany you tomorrow." ”

But there was a hint of worry between Gui Feng's eyebrows and eyes, which made Zhou Fan aware it.

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

However, Zhou Fan didn't ask again, and he could see that Zhou Zhou Mu and the others didn't seem to want to mention this topic.

The conditions in this era were simple, Zhou Fan just washed up and was about to go back to his bedroom, but Zhou Yimu stopped him.

Zhou Yimu picked up the oil lamp on the table, took out the small lamp talisman and handed it to Zhou Fan and said, "That yin ghost may come to you tonight, put the little lamp talisman under the oil lamp in your room, let the lamp sleep with the lamp on tonight, don't turn off the lamp, you know?"

"Got it. Zhou Fan took the small lantern talisman, he didn't dare to stare at it all the time, he was afraid of being blind, "But what should you do, Daddy?"

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

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

Not long after, Zhou Zhou Mu and the two also returned to their bedroom with the oil cup.

As soon as she returned to the bedroom, the worry on Gui Feng's face could no longer be hidden, and she said in a low voice: "Afan's injury is just right, will it have an impact tomorrow?"

Zhou Zhou Mu shook his head and said, "No, I've asked people, this kind of thing has little to do with whether it is injured or not." ”

Gui Feng hurriedly said, "If it has an impact, what can I do?"

Zhou Zhoumu's face was slightly gloomy and said: "Women's worries, even if they really have an impact, can we solve them? ”

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

Zhou Zhou Mu sighed again: "Whether his life is good or not can only depend on himself, I believe that Afan's life will not be too bad, and his injury is so serious that he can get better......"

Zhou Zhou Mu and the two of them spoke in a very low voice, Zhou Fan naturally couldn't hear it, he pressed the small lamp charm under the oil lamp in the room, and looked at the darkness around, the feeling that made him frightened really did not appear again.

Zhou Fan sat in front of the bed, he looked at the flame of the oil cup and muttered: "Yin ghost...... Small light symbol...... And tomorrow's hair tie 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 had a lot of doubts, this does not seem to be like a certain dynasty in China, even though the theory of ghosts and gods has always appeared in various wild history novels, but the official history of China rarely mentions the theory of ghosts and gods.

At most, he boasted that the emperor was the Son of Heaven and the like, but there were not too many ghosts and gods other than that.

Could this still be a dynasty in China?

Zhou Fan felt that his head was a little swollen again, and he couldn't draw conclusions, because he had received too little valid information, and he was not a historian, and he had the ability to quickly deduce which dynasty it was from the buildings or objects in the room.

Zhou Fan simply didn't think about it anymore, he closed his eyes, even though he slept for several days, he still felt very sleepy, and he fell asleep not long after.

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

The gray mist swirled around him, Zhou Fan frowned, and he continued to look ahead.

It's just that the fog is thick, and there is gray fog everywhere you go.

Where is this?

Isn't he asleep?

Is this a dream?

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

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

Zhou Fan glanced at his feet again, there was a gray mist swimming under his feet, and he was stepping on the jet-black plank.