Zhou Fan listened for a while, no footsteps came, and he heard a slight breeze blew in from the wooden door.

Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He opened the door twice today and knew that the solid wood door was very heavy and it was difficult to blow open if it was not strong wind. What's going on?

This darkness without any light spots prevented him from opening his eyes, otherwise he might not even be able to breathe because of fear.

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

Suddenly.

Some hands pinched Zhou Fan's neck, and his cold palm instantly made Zhou Fan's hair scared.

Zhou Fan still didn't open his eyes. Even if he didn't have light, he would have no use. He clenched his fist with his right hand and estimated that the position of the other party's head would be blasted upwards.

When he was a criminal policeman in his previous life, Zhou Fan knew that the head was the place where people had the most weaknesses, whether it was hitting the nose, eyes, or anything else!

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

How is this possible?

Zhou Fan was shocked. The man pressed his feet and pinched his neck, just above him. Even if he didn't hit the person's head, he should hit other parts of the person's body. Why...

The hands that grabbed his neck suddenly increased their strength.

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

Zhou Fan had difficulty breathing. He struggled desperately, reached out to grab his neck, trying to spread the palms that wanted to strangle him to death.

However, Zhou Fan's hands were still empty. He could clearly feel a palm on his neck, but he didn't catch anything.

Zhou Fan kept gasping, his heart was beating wildly, his hands kept patting his neck, and his head began to get close to being unable to think.

Zhou Fan's feet were also trying to lift up, but he couldn't move at all.

‘Am I going to die?’ This thought came to Zhou Fan’s mind. He no longer cared about anything else. He opened his eyes and saw darkness in his eyes.

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

Zhou Fan's vision began to blur.

At this moment, a light lit up in the room, the darkness quickly faded, and the shadow suddenly disappeared.

"Hu...hu...hu...hu..." Zhou Fan could breathe, he inhaled in big breaths, fresh air poured into his lungs, and his throat and lung leaves all had a scorching pain.

"Afan, Afan, are you okay?" A woman in her forties with a haggard face anxiously helped Zhou Fan up.

"It's a ghost. It stared at Afan while he was weak." The middle-aged man like an old farmer next to him said, and he quickly left, and soon brought a bowl of water back.

Zhou Fan was flooded before he could speak.

Zhou Fan just took a sip and couldn't help coughing. This was not ordinary water, with a pungent and spicy taste.

Zhou Fan wanted to vomit, but the middle-aged man did not let Zhou Fan vomit. He pinched Zhou Fan's chin and shouted, "If you don't want to die, drink it all."

Zhou Fan was still filled with a strange bowl of water. When he drank it, he felt 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 rough hands and said relievedly.

The woman standing aside breathed a sigh of relief, and she blamed: "Afan, why don't you know that you are being targeted by a ghost? Didn't your mother tell you to beware of such things before?"

Zhou Fan recovered and he was stunned and said, "What kind of ghost?"

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice: "Don't say Afan, we are careless. You forgot that Afan's head now doesn't remember many things?"

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

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

The couple turned around and went busy.

Zhou Fan had many questions in his mind, but when he saw that the couple had left, he could not speak anymore.

The couple is Zhou Fan’s current parents. During the conversations over the past few days, he knew that his father was named Zhou Yimu and his mother was called "Gui Feng". However, Zhou Fan didn’t know what his specific surname was.

Zhou Fan smiled bitterly. He felt that his "parents" had a little big heart. He was almost strangled to death just now, but after they solved it, they turned around and went to cook as if nothing had happened.

I don’t know if the values ​​of ancient people were somewhat different...

Zhou Fan touched his neck, and he could touch the shallow finger marks on his neck.

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

Is there really something strange in the darkness?

Zhou Fan was an atheist before traveling through time. He had investigated many suspected cases, but he had never seen a ghost before. Now he was a little suspicious. Perhaps this world...

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

He stared for a long time, 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, and he couldn't figure out what was going on.

After a while, her mother Guifeng walked in and she smiled and said, "Afan, let's go for dinner."

Guifeng reached out and wanted to help Zhou Fan stand up.

"Mom, I can do it myself." Zhou Fan shook his head, calling the other party awkwardly "Mother". He knew that this could not be avoided.

Besides, he used his predecessor's body after all. No matter what the reason is, his predecessor's parents will be his parents from now on.

Zhou Fan stood up by himself when he thought about this.

Gui Feng looked at him happily and said, "It seems that Afan is ready, so your father and I don't have to worry about tomorrow."

What happened tomorrow?

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

Gui Feng said: "We thought we would help you with the hair tie, but today you can stand up by yourself, I think it's okay."

Hair tied?

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

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

In the past three days, my mother Guifeng brought it to the bed to feed Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan's head was like a ball of paste at that time, but she only subconsciously ate and didn't feel much.

Now it was the first time he was sitting and having dinner with his parents.

There was only a plate of vegetables served in large bowls on the table, mixed with small black pieces of meat.

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

There was a faint flame on the black porcelain oil cup. The lamp oil of this oil cup was naturally not kerosene, but animal fat or vegetable oil. As for which type it was, Zhou Fan didn't know.

To be more precise, what attracted Zhou Fan's attention was the talisman pressing under the oil cup.
Chapter completed!