I'm not sick! So do my other personalities!

The sun disperses the morning mist and scatters golden light all over the ground.

In the village in the valley, rows of adobe thatched houses are neatly arranged. In one of the vast courtyards, persimmon branches stretch out, and the few remaining persimmons on the tips are as bright as fire, embellishing the rare warmth in winter.

Go through the curtain on the left side of the main hall. Inside is a room of about ten square meters. The window facing the back of the house is very small. A straw mat is used to block the wind and light. It only relies on an oil lamp by the bedside. illumination.

The grease in the oil lamp was a little turbid, and it gave off a distinct fishy smell when it burned. It seemed to be animal fat that was poorly refined, and the burning fire was not very bright, illuminating the inner room in a daze.

A dark and thin figure was lying on the patchwork quilt. At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, his expression was twisted, and he showed a look of extreme pain.

Voices came from outside from time to time, wrapped in the unique smell of incense ash, mixed with the smell of burning animal fat, mixed and fishy, ​​and indescribably boring.

The thin black figure obviously slept uneasily. After some struggle, he suddenly opened his eyes.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Ji Li panted heavily. On this cold winter day, his whole body was covered with sweat. His inner clothes were completely soaked, and there was still a look of fear on his little face. His expression looked like he had just had a nightmare.

Looking at the familiar environment around him, Ji Li coughed a few times and wanted to get up from the bed. His hands and feet moved feebly a few times, but he felt that the thin quilt pressing on him seemed to be extremely heavy, and he could not move for a while. move.

At this time, the curtain was lifted, and an adult woman wearing a shabby dress walked in carefully carrying a bowl of dark brown medicinal soup.

The bowl of medicinal soup exuded the unique bitter smell of herbs and crustaceans. As soon as it came in, it made the already turbid air in the inner room even worse.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, with a tired expression and a cheerful expression. Her long, withered hair was tied into a low bun. Perhaps due to hard work, a few strands were scattered out and tucked behind her ears. The hand holding the medicinal soup was gray and swollen, and the joints were thick. It was obvious that he had worked hard for a long time.

As soon as she entered the door, she immediately saw Ji Li lying on the quilt with his eyes open. She suddenly showed a hint of joy and said very happily: "Are you awake? Come and drink the medicine."

As she spoke, the woman walked a few steps quickly and put the medicine on the bedside cabinet. She gently helped Ji Li up and gently brought the medicine bowl to his lips, signaling him to drink it quickly. "This is your father's special medicine." The medicine I grabbed for you was mixed with incense ashes and was offered in front of the ancestors. It will definitely cure the disease!"

Ji Li was so weak that he could only maintain his half-rising posture by holding the back of his neck. He stared straight at the medicinal soup in front of him. In his field of vision, this bowl of dark brown medicinal soup was filled with the effects of the woman's just-made pressure. The movement caused a faint ripple.

The waves spread out layer by layer, seemingly endless, and gradually turned into dense numbers, symbols, graphics...

They squirmed like living creatures, seeming to struggle out of the restraints of the medicine bowl and pour into his body.

Ji Li's eyes suddenly showed clear fear. He opened his mouth and said hurriedly: "No, don't..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the woman, and saw that the woman who had been normal just now turned into a body of numbers in his eyes. Those numbers were densely packed and looked very weird, as if they were mentioned by the old man in the village when telling stories. The legendary evil spirit.

At the same time, everything around him began to change quietly.

Oil lamps, cabinets, roofs, walls, beds, curtains... everything collapsed and turned, turning into a vast number of numbers, symbols, graphics...

The whole world was turned upside down in an instant, transforming into a scene that he could not understand in Ji Li's eyes.

Ji Li's face turned extremely pale instantly. He used all his strength to break away from the woman's arms and crawled back towards the bed. He closed his eyes tightly and screamed in panic: " Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Looking at this unexpected scene, the woman was stunned and quickly put down the medicine bowl: "Ji Li, it's grandma, don't be afraid!"

"Ji Li! Ji Li..."

The next moment, Ji Li leaned against the wall, fell straight down, and lay motionless on the quilt, apparently losing consciousness.

The woman's face turned a little pale. She quickly knelt down on the edge of the bed and covered Ji Li with a quilt. Feeling Ji Li's cold hands and feet, she felt heavy in her heart. This young son's condition had worsened again!

You must tell your beloved about this matter as soon as possible!

Thinking of this, the woman hurriedly walked outside without even paying attention to the medicine bowl placed next to her.

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The bright moonlight is like pure silver, outlining the dilapidated thatched houses with a crystalline silver edge. Under the night, the whole village is like a fairy tale, with an unreal dreamy feel.

Zhou Zhen ran quickly in the narrow alley, the cold wind blowing from all directions, making thousands of calls in the cramped space.

As I ran, fog gradually began to form around me. The mist fell like a veil, blurring the moonlight.

Visibility is getting lower and lower.

Zhou Zhen frowned. He could no longer see the houses on both sides. He could only rely on the memory that he didn't know was a real dream to move forward.

As he was walking, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in the fog ahead.

The other person was about the same height as him now, with a thin silhouette. He was wearing thin clothes similar to his current style and was standing quietly not far away.

The moonlight was like water, reflecting the fog into a milky white haze. The figure stood in the fog, particularly conspicuous.

Zhou Zhen immediately stopped and his heart skipped a beat. The figure in front of him was a child!

Moreover, it was the same child who knocked on the door under Yuexia before!

Zhou Zhen quickly looked around, trying to find a place to hide, but when he looked around, he saw that the fog was vast, rolling and turbulent, blocking his vision, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​fog.

There was no place to hide for a while!

Zhou Zhen frowned and could only sneak into the fog beside him.

However, just when Zhou Zhen discovered the child, the other party seemed to have discovered him too!

As soon as Zhou Zhen took two steps to the side and entered the thicker mist, the child immediately moved. The other person instantly changed the direction of his straight forward movement and walked towards Zhou Zhen with a clear goal.

Zhou Zhen's face changed slightly, and without any hesitation, he turned around and ran away!

The child immediately followed, spread his legs, and chased him.

The fog was like layers of drapery, getting thicker and thicker, constantly reducing visibility. Soon, it turned into a vast fog, completely engulfing the surrounding areas.

At the same time, a chill rises and soaks everything.

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The winter sun was shining brightly, and the chirping of poultry could be heard from time to time in the spacious yard.

The girl with a radiant face stood on the solid dirt. The shabby skirt and the dusty farmyard made her look like a rare pearl: "Village Chief, where is your old hen?"

"I have something to do with her!"

The girl spoke very casually, her voice was sweet and crisp, like jade beads falling on a gold plate, and full of an indescribable charm that was refreshing to the heart.

The village chief "Chu Hu" was stunned for a moment and did not realize what Bo Gui meant.

At this moment, a familiar scream came from inside the house.

Chu Hu's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately walked quickly towards the house without caring about Bo Gui.

As soon as he entered the house, he met his wife Shu Tao running out of the inner room in panic. After seeing him, he immediately said anxiously: "Ji Li's illness is not cured, and it is getting worse!"

Chu Hu looked heavy and said quickly: "I'll go take a look!"

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and walked into the inner room, and Shu Tao quickly followed.

This room was originally the bedroom of the couple, and it was also the most airtight room in the village chief's house. However, because Ji Li was seriously ill, Chu Hu and Shu Tao specially made it available for Ji Li to recuperate.

At this time, Chu Hu came to the bedside and bent down to check on Ji Li's condition.

Ji Li looked frightened, his breathing was weak, and he lay motionless on the quilt.

Shu Tao wiped his tears beside him and asked very carefully: "My beloved, do you want to offer sacrifices again?"

Chu Hu frowned, shook his head, and said, "I want to check the situation first, and you will go out first."

Shu Tao quickly responded: "Yes!"

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In the courtyard of the village chief's house, Bo Gui stood at the door of the thatched house. Seeing Chu Hu suddenly enter the house, she tilted her head and looked around casually.

Soon, Bo Gui's eyes fell on the group of chickens wandering around the yard.

These chickens seem to be a little thinner than the chickens in my impression, but they have strong postures and lively eyes. They seem to have very good meat quality!

So Bo Gui immediately walked over to one of the most impressive old hens, grabbed its wings, and then walked into the main room and entered the kitchen on the right.

The kitchen in the village chief's house is very spacious. Once you enter, you will see an earthen stove with three pots. At this moment, four or five adults are surrounding the stove, and they are busy setting it up.

Next to the earthen stove, there was a simple cupboard made of adobe. Further inside, there was an indoor poultry house, and an adult man was cleaning it with a broom.

Seeing Bo Gui come in, holding a familiar old hen in her hand, an adult woman who was working on the stove immediately asked: "Bo Gui, what are you doing?"

Bo Gui replied very simply: "I want to cook this chicken."

Hearing this, the people in the kitchen immediately understood that the village chief's Ji Li was ill, and Bo Gui came over to help make a pot of chicken soup to replenish Ji Li's health...

The daughter of the Gui family is so sensible!

Thinking of this, everyone in the kitchen laughed. Bo Gui wanted to kiss her even at her age. Sure enough, the girl was older, so she was considerate.

So, a woman who was lighting the fire pointed to the back pot and said, "There happens to be hot water here. Get it quickly."

"By the way, when cooking, add more water."

"Ji Li is young and weak. He will get sick. I'm afraid he is not suitable for eating meat for the time being. He should drink more soup."

Bo Gui looked at the woman strangely. What does Ji Li's illness have to do with her cooking chicken?

Forget it, there are still so many old hens waiting for me to eat, so I can’t be delayed by these little things.

She carried hot water and the old hen out, and began to neatly strip and wash them.

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The moonlight falls quietly, and the fog in the valley rolls like a sea.

Ji Li's eyes were empty, his expression was dazed, and he followed a blurry figure in a daze, walking forward one step at a time.

I don't know how long it took, but the vague figure suddenly disappeared.

Ji Li stood there blankly, like a sculpture, motionless.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, chilling him to the bone. Ji Li shivered and suddenly woke up.

He looked around and suddenly found that he was standing alone in a cemetery!

The fog was misty, limiting visibility. Wherever Ji Li looked, there were low tombs.

Almost all of these tombs have no monuments, and the few that show signs of repair only have a wooden board inserted in front of the tomb.

The shapes, colors, and sizes of the wooden boards are all different, and there is no word on them. It seems that they are not used as materials for writing, but as some kind of mark. All the wooden boards have decayed to varying degrees due to wind and rain. .

The tomb is overgrown with weeds, with uneven pits and pools of water in the gaps. There are some hibiscus and other miscellaneous trees growing sparsely around, and there seems to be a wild gardenia not far away.

Further away, there was the texture and color of the cloth, hidden in the long grass, as if it had been randomly discarded there. The shadow under the cloth was deep and cold, and there was a faint cold smell.

The cold wind blew, the grass and trees swayed, and the branches and leaves whirled like ghosts whispering. The moonlight shone down vaguely, refracting bits of brilliance, as if the darkness was filled with dense eyes, staring closely at Ji Li.

"ah!!!!"

With a scream full of terror, Ji Li suddenly sat up from the bed. He quickly looked around, seeing the familiar bedroom, the dim oil lamp, and a tall figure kneeling beside the bed. It was Chu Hu.

Chu Hu's face was solemn and he was staring at him without blinking.

Ji Li was sweating profusely and said in a weak voice: "Father..."

Chu Hu wiped his sweat with his sleeve, then took out a long black scarf and neatly covered Ji Li's eyes.

"Ji Li, from now on, don't open your eyes."

"Tomorrow, we will offer another sacrifice..."

"Drink the medicine now."

"obedient."

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The moonlit night is silent.

The courtyard wall formed by hedges swayed slowly in the cold winter night, stirring the mist like milk.

A figure quickly crossed the yard and pushed open the wooden door of the thatched house.

Zhou Zhenfei rushed into the house and quickly closed the door.

His face was pale at this moment, and his chest was heaving violently. After making sure that the door latch was fastened, he immediately squatted down, turned around, and lay on the crack of the door to look outside.

It was empty outside the door, and the moonlight shone on the stones, as if the stones had been plated with silver, making them look cold and luxurious.

Zhou Zhen observed carefully for a while and didn't see the child chasing after him, so he let out a sigh of relief.

Feeling that his body was already cold, but it did not affect his actions at all, Zhou Zhen vaguely felt that something was not right!

At this moment, the knock on the door rang again.

Boom, boom, boom!