Zhou Fan blinked hard, and there was only a small window on the wall of the house made of yellow mud and hay. A beam of light was cast in the window, and white light was leaking in the roof skylight. The two beams of light converged together, and the dust rippled slightly in the light.

But most of the houses are dark and so dark that nothing can be seen.

Zhou Fan still felt dizzy. He had been in this world for three days, but he was still a little confused about the situation.

He only knew that the name of this body was Zhou Fan, and that his "parents" would come back from work at night. The reason why he was lying on the bed was that he learned from the couple that he was hurt by his head.

Fortunately, Zhou Fan was able to refuse and say that he had forgotten everything after waking up for the first time. Otherwise, when facing his predecessor's "parents", he would not 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 speak much these three days. He listened quietly to his "parents" at night. Unfortunately, the father dressed as an old farmer was a taciturn man, so there were very few conversations between the two parents, and Zhou Fan could not get too much useful information from it for the time being.

Zhou Fan struggled to sit up. When he sat up, his face showed a look of pain. He stretched out his left hand to cover his forehead, and his head seemed to be stabbed by a needle.

His hands were very low, and a cold spread along his forehead, which relieved the pain of the needle.

After a while, the pain in my head was almost invisible.

Zhou Fan's hand went up his forehead and touched his bare head without any hair. He gradually touched the scars on the back of his head.

He could not see the scar, but he could feel the scar from the touch was larger than his hair. If he had not touched it carefully, he would not have discovered it.

How did you get hurt?

Zhou Fan was not sure, but if he hadn't been injured, his soul would not have reached this body, and he would have been dead.

Zhou Fan put down his hand and lifted the dark yellow curtain woven by the yellow tuber cloth in front of the bed. It was not blocked by the curtain, and his vision became clearer. Through the faint light, he frowned slightly at the simple wooden furniture.

This made Zhou Fan even more sure that he was in a relatively poor environment, but the room was too dark. When he came back at night, he saw that the "parents" seemed to be lit by an oil lamp.

However, Zhou Fan was not sure. He was lying on the bed these days and was dizzy and confused. He rarely woke up during the day. Most of them woke up for a while and then fell asleep.

It was not much better until today. Zhou Fan looked at the places in the house where the light could not be shined. Those places were as dark as a ball of ink, and his head began to feel numb.

He was scared, as if something terrible in the dark was peeking at him, and would suddenly jump out and hurt him.

There is no reason for this fear. Zhou Fan smiled bitterly. He cherished his life. However, because of his profession, he has never been a timid person, but his body has such a reaction. Could it be the side effects of rebirth in this body?

Zhou Fan has tried many times in the past three days. As long as he silently stares at the darkness in the house, he will feel this way.

Or maybe it was caused by the dim environment that affected his mood. Zhou Fan shook his head. He did not think too much, but tried to stand up.

Zhou Fan's legs were a little weak. He tried several times before he stood up. He took a step forward, but almost fell to the ground. He finally maintained his balance and continued to move forward. He walked erraticly, 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.

He gently pulled the two wooden doors through the faint light, and the door was locked and opened in an instant.

The dazzling light outside suddenly shone in, and Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes before adapting to the strong light.

The clear sky is as clear as blue and rows of yellow mud houses are faintly carrying the sound of chickens crowing and dogs barking.

With the bright light, Zhou Fan looked down and saw clearly his clothes. This was a short, narrow brown coat. I am afraid that the clothes that are rough in modern society will not be so rough.

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

It was daytime now, and the village seemed a little quiet. He sat for an hour before several people passed by his door. Most of the people were wearing short brown clothes and holding farm tools such as hoes. When they saw Zhou Fan, some of them looked dull, while others just smiled at Zhou Fan, and 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 not 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 had no worries in that world after he took revenge. For him, leaving the world without attachment was not a big deal.

But what dynasty is this?

Zhou Fan, who had poor historical knowledge, was a little difficult to judge.

What should I do in the future?

Zhou Fan was upset for a while, and his eyelids began to fight, and he felt tired again.

Zhou Fan stood up with the wooden door frame and closed the door. 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 feel trembling appeared from the depths of his heart again.

Zhou Fan tried his best to see the light in the place where there was a glimmer, and the feeling subsided.

He lay back on the bed in the dark, his eyes fixed on the white light on the skylight, and he was wondering what was going on with that feeling of fear?

There is nothing in the darkness, why is he afraid? This is so strange...

Zhou Fan slowly closed his eyes. It was also dark when he closed his eyes, but he would not feel scared, otherwise he would not 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 by his "parents" for him. It was something like rice balls, but the color was yellow, a bit like corn.

"Parents" said in the morning that they would not come back at noon today, so they asked Zhou Fan to get up and have dinner by themselves.

Zhou Fan slowly ate the rice ball. The rice ball with tiny husks is difficult to swallow, so he can only try to chew it into pieces before swallowing it.

It was very unpalatable to food, but Zhou Fan did not dislike it. When he was young, he only relied on his grandmother to support his family. His family was very poor and occasionally hungry. From then on, he knew the preciousness of food and never dared 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. When he opened the door, he found that it was dusk and the clouds in the sky were dyed like red flames by the sunset.

Zhou Fan stood and looked for a while. A few days ago, his parents worked until the night came before they came back. He closed the door again, and it was pitch black all around. He gave up the idea of ​​finding an oil lamp. Even if he found it, it would be useless without a ignition tool.

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

The room was getting darker and darker, and the light on the skylight was nowhere to be seen, and the feeling of fear spread again. For a moment, Zhou Fan even felt that his invisible face was very pale.

He didn't dare to open his eyes anymore, but closed his eyes. Only by closing his eyes made him less afraid.

“Can it be dark phobia?”

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and this thought came to his mind. He had heard of this disease, which was a mental illness. He was afraid of the darkness. As long as he stayed in the dark, he would feel nervous and fearful.

But he had no such problem at all before. Could it be the reason for his predecessor?

But the psychology should be dominated by thoughts. Now the body is his soul, and his predecessor has long been dead, why do you still feel scared?

Just then, he heard a 'squeak' sound coming.
Chapter completed!