Wake up, stop dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

The next day, Zuo Yan crouched under the tree with the big, smooth and slippery cat in his arms, thinking about yesterday's dream.

Does Zheng's Mansion have anything to do with Zhengjia Village? If not, it would be too coincidental.

The sound of "meow~" startled him, and when he looked down, the fat, silly cat was hugging its own tail and licking it, while glancing at him with resentful little eyes.

You can't blame me for playing with your own tail so hard, I am at most an accessory.

Zuo Yan withdrew his hand holding the base of its tail, and inadvertently noticed Sika beside him.

Lying on the rocking chair, holding in one hand a torn scroll that I didn't know where to turn it out, and a cup of herbal tea on the right hand, with green water shining through, turning a page from time to time, it's very comfortable.

It doesn't look like someone here to investigate the case at all, but it's more like a vacation.

Compared with the previous insight into the details, this time it was obviously a lot more slack, and they were allowed to spin around in the fog.

Zuo Yan stared at him, this posture was inexplicably familiar, somewhat similar to the man in yesterday's "dream".

The sound of turning heads was heard clearly, and just outside the yard, the sound of footsteps was also very clear.

Si Jia took a sip of tea, glanced sideways at him, and said nothing.

Zuo Yan stood up and walked towards the direction of the voice, looked out from the wall, and happened to meet a pair of dark eyes.

"what!"

Zuo Yan took two quick steps out of the yard, and saw a small figure outside the wall hugging his feet, tears rolling in his eyes, biting his lips to endure the pain, and there were a few scattered bricks beside him.

As Zuo Yan approached, the child was obviously scared, but those eyes kept staring at the cat in his arms.

"Go and coax the children."

The orange cat raised its head and let out a cry, jumped off him, walked towards the child with catwalks, and rubbed its body against his hand.

Zuo Yan muttered that the cat would become a sperm sooner or later, and turned back to find the medicine box.

Fortunately, Zhao Junfeng's house was complete, and when he came back, he saw a woman standing next to the child, dragging the child's hand to leave, but the little boy turned his head and stared at the cat, looking aggrieved and cute.

"Sister, don't go yet."

"Did my child be naughty? He ran out while I was cooking. If he broke something, I...I will pay for it." The woman led his child and kept apologizing.

Zuo Yan showed her the medicine box, "It didn't break anything, it's just that he knocked his leg."

When the woman saw it, sure enough, the child was still bleeding from his legs.

"It's bleeding! Didn't you kid tell you to watch it!"

"Mother……"

The woman suddenly lost her temper, with a look of fear on her face, and the child was startled.

Zuo Yan persuaded her a few words before she calmed down, and he also stopped the child's bleeding.

The little boy was not talkative, and kept his head down to play with the cat. Zuo Yan took advantage of this moment to strike up a conversation.

"Sister, your village was not called Zhengjia Village before."

The woman looked around and said, "It has always been called Zhengjia Village, and it has been called for hundreds of years."

Zuo Yan said: "I remember that there used to be a theater of the Zheng family here?"

"Where did you hear that? The Zheng family's theater used to exist, but it was burned down by a fire long ago. It was a small town at the time, and it was ruined in the years when the dynasty changed."

Zuo Yan could feel that this eldest sister was quite talkative, but for some reason she always kept her head down, and the slightest disturbance could make her tremble.

"Then do you know what happened to the other people in the Zheng Family Theater at that time?"

"It's dead, I don't know about it, it's been too long, Bao'er, thank you uncle, we have to go back to eat."

The child said thank you, the eldest sister led the child back to eat, and the child looked at the cat reluctantly before leaving.

Zuo Yan looked at the mother and son's back, still thinking about what she said, if there really is Zheng's theater, then what he saw was not fake.

When a fire burned and people died, when did it happen?

Catching the old cat who jumped into the arms again, "You are really heavy, it's time to lose weight."

"Meow~"

"Hmm~"

When He Bao came back with the rabbit ears in his hands, he saw Zheng Huan who was chatting in animal language from afar.

"What are you two talking about?"

Zuo Yan said: "I said let it lose weight, and it said yes."

The fat cat scratched his sleeve and grinned.

Zuo Yan pressed his paw, who knew what the fat cat was talking about, they were not the same species.

Zuo Yan looked behind them, "What's wrong with that?"

He Bao and the others walked into the yard, "I'm scared."

"What did you find?"

The three of He Ziyang, He Bao, and Zhao Junfeng went to the forest in the morning. There were so many baby spirits last night, they had to understand what was going on.

Zhao Junfeng sat on the chair in a daze, "They are all children's bones."

He Ziyang searched all over the mountains and plains, and when it was close to noon, they found a place with relatively dense trees.

The child's coffin was small, not as long as his arm, and the corpses of children were lying in it one after another.

Some have rotted into a ball, and some have become a pile of bones.

In the blue sky and daylight, there seems to be the sound of babies crying in the silent woods.

"If the bones of adults on the edge of the woods, the bones of babies in the center, and the symptoms of decay in this village can all be connected..."

He Bao has been dead for so many years, and he thinks he has seen everything, but he has never seen the bones of those children.

Shocked.

After a few steps, a small coffin can be dug up. There is such a large forest, and I don't know how many corpses are buried under it.

"Boss, tell me..." He Bao noticed the leisurely Sika. He had been digging up the body all morning, and he was as tired as his grandson. Sure enough, bureaucracy is good.

Si Jia turned a page of the book and said flatly, "Call the police."

Those two words made the yard quiet for a moment.

Zhao Junfeng turned his head and went into the room to look for his mobile phone. No one thought about calling the police.

In the afternoon, they received a call saying that they could not find their way to Zhengjia Village, and asked if they could come out and pick it up.

Zhao Junfeng and He Bao drove out for a trip, and finally came back. They couldn't get out, as if they had encountered a ghost hitting a wall.

"Boss, is it a formation?" He Bao asked as he walked into the room.

Seeing that the room was unusually quiet, everyone looked at the young man sitting by the bed.

With his eyes closed, he remained motionless, as if someone had tapped his acupoint, "What is he?"

Si Jia said: "Go out and don't disturb him."

As he said that, everyone drove out, leaving him alone in the house.

He Bao asked outside: "What's going on? Did the little panda practice Zen?"

He Ziyang said: "I don't know, he suddenly stopped moving while talking, and the boss won't let him wake him up."

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Zuo Yan re-entered that "dream", and the pungent smell of medicine refreshed his mind.

The person on the hospital bed was pale and haggard, and Zuo Yan was taken aback for a moment by his terminally ill appearance.

Still couldn't see his face clearly, but could feel his weakness, raised his hand to pick up the medicine bowl, only a layer of skin and bones remained on his wrist.