Zhou Fan blinked his eyes reluctantly, there was only a small window on the wall of the house made of yellow mud and hay, and a beam of light was cast into the window, and the skylight on the roof also leaked in white light, and the dust rippled slightly in the light.

But most of the house was dim, so dark that nothing could be seen.

Zhou Fan still felt dizzy, he had been in this world for three days, but he still couldn't figure out the situation.

He only knew that the name of this body was also Zhou Fan, and his 'parents' would only come back from work at night, and the reason why he was lying on the bed, he vaguely knew from the couple that it was because he had injured his head.

Fortunately, Zhou Fan was able to excuse himself and say that he had forgotten everything after waking up for the first time, otherwise in the face of his predecessor's 'parents', he didn't have any memory of his predecessor, and he really didn't know what to say.

In order to avoid suspicion, Zhou Fan didn't even dare to talk much in the past three days, and listened quietly to his 'parents' at night, but unfortunately, the father dressed as an old farmer was a taciturn man, so there were few conversations between the parents, and Zhou Fan couldn't get much useful information from it for the time being.

Zhou Fan struggled to sit up, and when he sat up, his face showed a look of pain, and he stretched out his left hand to cover his forehead, and his head felt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

The warmth of his hand was very low, and a cold spread down his forehead, which made the pain of the pins and needles lessen a lot.

After a few more moments, the pain in my head was almost imperceptible.

Zhou Fan's hand went up his forehead, touched his bare head without any hair, and gradually touched a finger-long scar on the back of his head.

He couldn't see the scar, but he could feel it bigger than his hair, and he couldn't see it unless he touched it carefully.

How did it get hurt?

Zhou Fan didn't know yet, but if he hadn't been injured, his soul wouldn't have been able to reach this body, and he should have died.

Zhou Fan put down his hand and lifted the dark yellow curtain woven of yellow kudzu cloth in front of the bed, without the cover of the curtain, his vision became clearer, and through the faint light, he looked at those simple wooden furniture and frowned slightly.

This made Zhou Fan even more sure that he was in a relatively poor environment, but the house was too dark, and when he came back at night, he saw that his 'parents' seemed to be lighting an oil lamp.

However, Zhou Fan is not very sure, in the past few days, he has been lying in bed dizzy, his consciousness is dazed, and he rarely wakes up during the day, most of them wake up for a while and fall asleep again.

It wasn't until today that it was much better, Zhou Fan looked at the places in the room where the light couldn't shine, those places were as dark as a ball of ink, and his head began to tingle for a while.

He was afraid, as if something terrible in the shadows was watching him and would suddenly come out and hurt him.

There is no reason for this fear, Zhou Fan smiled bitterly, he spared his life, but he has never been a timid person because of his profession, but his body has such a reaction, is it a side effect of being reborn into this body?

In the past three days, Zhou Fan has tried many times, and as long as he silently stares at the darkness in the room, he will have such a feeling.

Or maybe it was caused by the dim environment affecting his mood, Zhou Fan shook his head, he didn't think much about it, but tried to stand up.

Zhou Fan's legs were a little weak, and he tried several times before standing up, he took a step forward, but he almost fell to the ground, and finally maintained his balance, and continued to move forward, walking crookedly, like he was drunk.

When Zhou Fan crossed the threshold of the inner room and came to the main entrance of the house, he was already sweating profusely.

Through the faint light, he gently pulled the two wooden doors, and the doors were unlocked, and they were opened at once.

The dazzling light outside suddenly shone in, and Zhou Fan squinted his eyes to get used to the strong light.

The clear sky, rows of yellow mud houses, and the faint sound of chickens and dogs barking.

With the bright light, Zhou Fan looked down and saw the clothes on his body clearly, this is a short and narrow brown coarse coat, I am afraid that no matter how rough the clothes are in modern society, they will not be so rough.

Zhou Fan was a little tired from standing, so he simply sat on the threshold.

It's daytime, the village seems a little quiet, he sat for an hour, only a few people passed in front of his door, most of those people were wearing short brown rough clothes, holding hoes and other farm tools in their hands, they saw Zhou Fan, some of them were blank, some just smiled at Zhou Fan, Zhou Fan smiled back.

But after those people left, Zhou Fan just sighed, because the dress of those people had already told him a fact that he had already guessed: he was no longer in the modern world, but in an ancient world.

However, Zhou Fan was not very anxious, after his sister and grandmother died in his previous life, he no longer had any worries in that world after taking revenge, and for him, leaving the world without attachment was not a big deal.

It's just that what dynasty is this?

Zhou Fan, who is poor in historical knowledge, is a little difficult to judge.

What should I do in the future?

Zhou Fan's thoughts were confused and thought for a while, his eyelids began to fight, and he felt tired again.

Zhou Fan stood up with the wooden door frame, closed the door, and as soon as the door closed, it was like walking from the light to the darkness, staring at the darkness, and the feeling that made him tremble emerged from the depths of his heart again.

Zhou Fan tried his best to look at the place where there was a glimmer, and the feeling subsided.

He lay back on his bed in the dark, his eyes fixed on the white light above the skylight, and he wondered what was the fear of?

Why would he be scared when there was nothing in the dark? It was so strange......

Zhou Fan slowly closed his eyes, and it was also dark when he closed his eyes, but he wouldn't feel afraid, otherwise he wouldn't even have to sleep.

Zhou Fan, who was already tired, soon fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Zhou Fan took out the food prepared for him by his 'parents', which was like rice balls, but the color was yellow, some like corn.

'Parents' said in the morning that they would not come back at noon today, and let Zhou Fan get up to eat by himself.

Zhou Fan slowly ate the rice ball, the rice ball had a small chaff, which was difficult to swallow, and he could only chew it as much as he could.

It's hard to eat food, but Zhou Fan didn't dislike it, when he was young, he only relied on his grandmother to support his family, the family was very poor, and he would occasionally go hungry, and he knew the preciousness of food from then on, and he never dared to do anything to waste food when he grew up.

After eating, Zhou Fan felt that his spirit was much better, he got up and walked around for a while, opened the door and found that it was dusk, and the clouds in the sky were dyed like red flames by the setting sun.

Zhou Fan stood and watched for a while, a few days ago, the 'parents' would not come back until nightfall, he closed the door again, it was dark all around, he gave up the idea of looking for an oil lamp, even if he found it, it was useless without lighters.

Now he can't do anything, so he can only lie down and rest again.

The room was getting darker and darker, the light on the skylight was no longer visible, and the feeling of fear spread again, and for a moment, Zhou Fan even felt that his invisible face was very pale.

He didn't dare to open his eyes again, but closed them, and only closing them made him less afraid.

"Could it be a dark phobia?"

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and this idea came to his mind, he had heard of this disease, this is a mental illness, afraid of the dark, as long as he stays in the dark, he will have panic emotions such as nervousness and fear.

It's just that he didn't have such a problem before, could it be the reason for his predecessor?

But the mind should be dominated by thoughts, and now this body is his soul, and his predecessor has already died, why should he still be afraid?

Just then, he heard a 'squeak'.

It was the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, did they come back?