Chapter 2 Ghosts

Zhou Fan listened for a while, but there was no sound of footsteps, and his ears heard the slight wind blowing in from the wooden door.

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He opened the door twice today, knowing that the solid wood door is very heavy, and it would be difficult to open it if it wasn't for the strong wind. What's going on?

The darkness, without any blip, kept him from opening his eyes, or he might not be able to breathe in fear.

He had been waiting for the 'parents' to come in and turn on the lights before opening his eyes, but now he doesn't know why the wooden door was suddenly pushed open. Could it be that someone played a prank and opened the door outside and didn't come in?

Suddenly.

Some hands grabbed Zhou Fan's neck, and the cold palms instantly made Zhou Fan horrified.

Zhou Fan still didn't open his eyes. It was useless to open his eyes in such darkness and no light. He made a fist with his right hand and estimated the position of the opponent's head to blast upwards.

When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, Zhou Fan knew that the head is the weakest part of a person, no matter if he hit the person's head in the nose, eyes, or anywhere else!

But Zhou Fan's fist hit the air and hit nothing!

how can that be?

Zhou Fan was horrified. This man was pressing his feet and pinching his neck, just above him. Even if he didn't hit the head, he should have hit other parts of his body. Yes, why...

The hands gripping his neck suddenly increased in strength.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

Zhou Fan's breathing was difficult, he struggled desperately, reached out and grabbed towards his neck, trying to open the pair of palms that wanted to strangle him.

It's just that Zhou Fan's hands are still empty, and his neck can clearly feel that a palm is desperately pinching him, but his palm catches nothing.

Zhou Fan was gasping for breath, his heart was beating wildly, his hands were clapping his neck continuously, and his head was beginning to close to being unable to think.

Zhou Fan kept trying to lift his feet up, but he couldn't move.

'Am I going to die? ' This thought appeared in Zhou Fan's mind, he could no longer care about other things, opened his eyes, and the place was dark.

But his pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw a human-shaped shadow in the darkness, which was pinching his neck with his hand.

Zhou Fan's vision began to blur.

At this moment, the room lit up with a ray of light, the darkness quickly subsided, and the shadows suddenly disappeared.

"Hu...hu...hu..." Zhou Fan was able to breathe, he took a deep breath, fresh air poured into his lungs, and there was a burning pain in the lobes of his throat.

"Afan, Afan, are you alright?" A haggard-faced woman in her forties anxiously helped Zhou Fan up.

"It's a ghost. It took advantage of Afan's weakness to stare at Afan." The middle-aged man next to him, like an old peasant, said something. He walked away quickly and returned with a bowl of water.

Before Zhou Fan could speak, he was flooded.

As soon as Zhou Fan took a sip, he couldn't help coughing. This was no ordinary water, with a pungent spicy taste.

Zhou Fan wanted to vomit, but the middle-aged man didn't let Zhou Fan vomit. He squeezed Zhou Fan's chin and said, "Drink it all if you don't want to die."

Zhou Fan was still forced into a bowl of strange water. He drank it only to feel a kind of heat rising all over his body, dispelling a chill.

"It should be fine." The middle-aged man touched Zhou Fan's forehead with his big rough hands and said with relief.

The woman standing on the side breathed a sigh of relief, and she scolded: "Afan, why don't you know that you are being targeted by a ghost? Didn't my mother tell you to beware of this kind of thing before?"

Zhou Fan took his breath away, he was stunned and said, "What kind of ghost?"

The middle-aged man said solemnly: "Don't talk about Afan, we are careless, have you forgotten that Afan has a lot of things in his head now?"

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "I'm confused.

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The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Let's cook first, Afan, take a good rest."

The couple turned around and went to work.

Zhou Fan had a lot of questions he wanted to ask in his heart, but seeing that the couple had both left, he couldn't speak any more.

The couple are Zhou Fan's current parents. During the conversation in the past few days, he knew that his father's name was Yi Mu and his mother's name was 'Gui Feng', but he didn't know the exact surname of Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan smiled bitterly. He felt that the hearts of the 'parents' were a little big. He was almost strangled to death just now, but after the two of them resolved it, they turned around and went to cook as if nothing had happened.

I don't know if the values ​​of the ancients are somewhat different...

Zhou Fan touched his neck, and he could feel the slight finger marks on his neck.

Zhou Fan's expression changed slightly. What happened just now was not an illusion, but what exactly is a ghost?

Is there really something strange in the dark?

Zhou Fan before crossing was an atheist. He had investigated many suspicious cases, but he had never seen a ghost, but now he has some doubts. Maybe this world...

Zhou Fan looked at the dark corner of the house where the oil lamp could not illuminate it, and he stared.

He stared at it for a while, and his body no longer had that creepy reaction, as if the terrifying thing in the dark had left.

Zhou Fan's head was a little confused, he couldn't understand what was going on.

After a while, mother Guifeng came in, she smiled and said, "Afan, let's go have dinner."

Gui Feng reached out and wanted to help Zhou Fan stand up.

"Mother, I can do it myself." Zhou Fan shook his head, awkwardly calling him 'mother', he knew that this was unavoidable.

Besides, he used his predecessor's body after all, no matter what the reason, then his predecessor's parents would be his parents.

When Zhou Fan thought about it like this, he stood up by himself.

Gui Feng, who was watching, said happily: "It seems that Afan has recovered, then your father and I don't have to worry about tomorrow."

tomorrow?

Zhou Fan asked, "Mother, what's going on tomorrow?"

Gui Feng said: "We originally thought we were going to help you with the hair tie, but today you can stand up by yourself, and you'll be fine."

Curly hair?

Zhou Fan wanted to ask again, but was pushed by Gui Feng to the dining table and sat down.

Zhou's mud house is two mud walls divided into three small rooms. The house faces north to south. The east side is Zhou Fan's bedroom, the west side is his parents' bedroom, and the middle is used as a small hall. Usually used for dinner or entertaining guests.

In the previous three days, my mother, Guifeng, brought it to the bed to feed Zhou Fan. At that time, Zhou Fan's head was like a lump of paste, but he just ate subconsciously and didn't feel much.

It was the first time he sat down to eat with his parents.

On the square table, there is only one plate of green vegetables in a large bowl, and the green vegetables are mixed with small pieces of black and black meat.

Zhou Fan just glanced at the dish, he looked away, and focused on the oil lamp on the table.

The black porcelain oil lamp has a faint flame on it. Naturally, the lamp oil of this oil lamp will not be kerosene, but animal fat or vegetable oil. As for which kind, Zhou Fan does not know.

More precisely, what attracted Zhou Fan's attention was the talisman pressed under the oil lamp.

The talisman is painted with dark red cinnabar, and the crooked lines look very unique.