Yellow paper talismans were not common in the previous life, but they were not rare. However, Zhou Fan still couldn't take his eyes away. He always felt that the yellow paper talisman attracted his attention.

He suddenly found that the crooked talisman lines seemed to be squirming, like red bugs crawling, and they crawled up along the black porcelain surface of the oil cup.

Is there something wrong with his eyes?

Even so, Zhou Fan was unwilling to blink.

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

Zhou Fan blinked and came to his senses. He felt a dry pain in his eyes.

"This is a small lamp talisman. You can't look around, otherwise your eyes may be blind." Zhou Yimu retracted his palm, picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice bowl, and said seriously to Zhou Fan.

Xiao Deng Fu? Zhou Fan couldn't help but glance, then quickly looked away.

Gui Feng came over with a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Zhou Fan and said with a distressed heart: "You child, you have been sick for a few days, why have you forgotten everything?"

Zhou Fan smiled awkwardly. He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't even dare to ask about the little lamp talisman for a moment.

Zhou Yinmu picked up a chopstick of green vegetables and put them on a bowl and mixed them with corn and rice, and swallowed them slowly, saying slowly: "Didn't Dr. Zhang say that? A person's head is damaged and he may forget everything, and maybe he will remember it in a while."

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

Zhou Yimu's dark face looked a little mute: "If you can't remember, you can't remember it. As long as Afanas is fine."

Guifeng nodded and said, "That's right, it's a blessing for people to be 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 exploratory desire for the case, and of course he would be curious about his own injuries.

This injury caused the soul of the predecessor to dissipate, and Zhou Fan was able to occupy the magpie's nest, so it would be better to understand it clearly.

Zhou Yimu and Guifeng suddenly became quiet.

Zhou Fan stared at their faces, and people's emotions would be first reflected by the muscles on their faces. When interrogating prisoners in the past, they would keep staring at the prisoners' faces to see if they were lying.

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

Zhou Yimu's eyes shook slightly. He took a bite of rice with chopsticks, chewed it and swallowed it, "You fell and hurt your head."

"It turned out that he was injured." Zhou Fan nodded, then lowered his head to concentrate on eating.

But Zhou Fan knew in his heart that people often fell down when they were hurt, but if they fell down, they should hurt the front of their heads.

His injuries were on the back of the head. Most of the falls were on the waist and femur. There would be cases where the back of the head was injured, but it would only take a special situation.

The most important thing is that the couple's facial expressions betrayed them and they are lying.

Why do they hide the truth?

It seems that there is still a hidden secret to his injury. Zhou Fan did not ask again because the other party obviously didn't want to say it, and he probably couldn't ask anything after asking. Zhou Fan was also worried that the other party would doubt him after asking.

The food was very unpalatable, but Zhou Fan did not show it. He still ate two big bowls before stopping. After all, no matter how unpalatable it is, it can fill your stomach.

After the family finished their meal, Guifeng began to clean up the dishes. Zhou Yimu took the black iron hookah and lit it and started sucking.

Zhou Fan just sat blankly, and he didn't know how to communicate with Zhou Yimu. Sometimes he just said too much and made many mistakes, so he simply didn't say anything.

Zhou Yimu seemed to be used to such calmness. He smoked a hookah for a while before looking at Zhou Fan and said, "You have just recovered from illness, go to rest early. Tomorrow's hair day is very important, it is a major event in your life."

Zhou Fan heard the word "hair tied" for the second time. He had read it in some history books before and knew that there was a saying in ancient times. Hair tied means that a person could do a lot of things from a child to a teenager in ancient times, such as marrying, participating in imperial examinations, traveling out, etc.

Zhou Fan thought for a while and asked, "Dad, what do I want to do tomorrow's haircut day?"

Zhou Yimu was not too surprised by Zhou Fan's problem. After all, he knew that his son had lost his memory. He spitted out the smoke: "It's okay, it's not that you are just tying your hair. You can just follow what others do."

He said that, but Zhou Fan could see through the dim light that Zhou Yimu's face seemed to have become much heavier.

This made Zhou Fan frown.

Guifeng came over with a basin of water, and she said softly: "Afan, don't worry, your parents will be with you tomorrow."

But the trace of worry between Gui Feng's eyebrows and eyes made Zhou Fan notice.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly. Is there any danger in this hair tie?

However, Zhou Fan did not ask again, and he also saw that Zhou Yimu and the others didn't seem to want to mention this topic.

The conditions in this era are simple, so Zhou Fan just washed up and prepared to go back to his bedroom, but Zhou Yimu called him.

Zhou Yinmu picked up the oil on the table, took out the small lamp talisman and handed it to Zhou Fan and said, "That ghost may come to you tonight. Put the small lamp talisman under the oil in your room. Let the lights go to sleep tonight. Don't turn off the lamp, do you know?"

"I understand." Zhou Fan took the little lamp talisman. He didn't dare to keep staring at him, afraid of being blind, "But what should you do, father and mother?"

Gui Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Fan's face and said, "Silly child, I really don't remember anything. The ghost can only deal with weak people, and it cannot provoke us."

Only then did Zhou Fan realize that he returned to the bedroom with the small lamp talisman.

Not long after, Zhou Yimu and the others also brought the oil cup back to their bedroom.

As soon as she returned to the bedroom, Gui Feng's worry on her face was no longer covered. She whispered: "Afan's injury is just right. Will it affect tomorrow?"

Zhou Yimu shook his head and said, "No, I have asked someone, this kind of thing has little to do with whether it is injured."

Gui Feng said anxiously: "If there is any impact, what should we do?"

Zhou Yimu's face was slightly dark and said, "Women's worries, even if they really have an impact, can we solve them? Such things have always been left to fate."

Guifeng lowered her head slightly, she knew that what her husband was saying was the truth.

Zhou Yimu sighed again: "It depends on his own whether he is good or not. I believe Afan's life will not be too bad. His injury can heal even if he is so severe..."

Zhou Yimu and the others were talking very low, so Zhou Fan naturally could not hear it. He pressed the small lamp talisman under the oil cup in the room and looked at the darkness everywhere. The feeling that made him fear did not appear again.

Zhou Fan sat in front of the bed, and he murmured at the wisp of flames of the oil: "The ghost... the little lamp talisman... and tomorrow's hair tie day..."

All of these made Zhou Fan realize that the world is not simple, and it seemed that there was a strange and unknown danger everywhere.

Zhou Fan originally thought that he had traveled to a certain dynasty in China, but now he has great 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 unofficial history novels and classics, the official history of China rarely mentions the theory of ghosts and gods.

At most, he brags about the mystery of the emperor as the emperor, but there are not many sayings about ghosts and gods apart from this.

Could this be a certain dynasty in China?

Zhou Fan felt his head swelling and pain again, and he couldn't draw a conclusion because he had too little effective information. He was not a historian and had the ability to quickly eject the buildings or objects in the room.

Zhou Fan simply stopped thinking about it. He closed his eyes. Even though he had slept for several days, he still felt very sleepy and fell asleep soon after.

After a dizzy twist, Zhou Fan found that he appeared in a very strange place.

Gray mist lingered around him, Zhou Fan frowned, and he continued to look forward.

It’s just that the fog is rich and there is gray fog everywhere you enter your eyes.

Where is this?

Didn't he fall asleep?

Is this a dream?

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

Zhou Fan pinched his face with his hands, and he could feel pain.
Chapter completed!