Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

When Ding Yan woke up, he was in a white tile house with bright and clean windows.

His body was covered with a soft blanket, and the mattress lying on him was soft and warm, as if he was sleeping on a cloud.

His eyelids were dry from being closed for a long time, and after he turned his eyes a few times in a trance, they got better a lot, and the senses in his whole body slowly came back and climbed up his body, making him feel a little itchy, but the itch It seems to come out of the body, unable to grasp or touch.

He wanted to stretch out his hand to grab it, but he failed. He tried his best to mobilize his arm, but he couldn't get what he wanted. He hadn't used his body for a long time, and he was a little powerless, even when he tried his best. As he tried to raise his arms, his legs moved.

Before he figured out what was going on, he was pulled off the bed by his own legs and fell to the ground with a "boom".

But he didn't feel any pain, he just squirmed limply, like a bug.In fact, he didn't feel that his body's center of gravity was out of balance when he landed, he just thought he was going to sit up, but it wasn't until he fell to the ground and his cheek touched the floating dirt on the ground that he slowly realized: fall down.

He didn't feel the pain right away, and it took a long time for his body perception to feed back the pain to his brain after he landed.

Oh, it hurts.

This feeling of pain was like a signal flare, after the signal was sent out, without the slightest hesitation, all the senses immediately sent sensations to him crazily as if awakened.

He just started paying attention to the room.

The things in this room are both familiar and unfamiliar to him, such as the small bench in the corner. He clearly remembers that there was also a small bench like this in his original home, which was also placed in the corner. Let’s take a closer look. Hey, even the wooden scars on the stool legs are the same, and there is a mark on it. He remembers it very clearly. This mark was cut with an ax when he was a child.If it was just a small stool, it would be nothing, but the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this house looked like an enlarged version of his original house.

But almost all the items are placed exactly the same as before, only the placement is enlarged according to the original ratio, but the size of the original items is still so large, it seems that the whole room is very empty, and it feels like there are not many things placed.

It's as if he moved and moved all his old stuff into this big empty house.

But where is this?

He struggled for a long time but couldn't get out of the bed, but was entangled by the soft quilt on his legs that were not very controllable now.

"you're awake?"

This is--

Ding Yan trembled all over, and suddenly raised his head to look at the source of the sound.

The person who spoke was that old knife, Guan Gan.

Guan Gan frowned, and strode towards him, his expression was still the same as before, but there seemed to be a slight difference.

"Uh, I..." Ding Yan opened his mouth, but his throat was as dry as if he had eaten a catty of dragon beard candy, and he could only utter some words with unclear meanings.

Guan Gan blocked his mouth with his fingers up, shook his head, and said: "You haven't used your body for a long time, and there will be a lot of inconvenience. I will do it for you during this period. You just lie down and I will take care of many matters." Tell you."

When Ding Yan heard this, he opened his mouth anxiously. He had been lying on the bed for too long, and he didn't really want to go back to bed and lie still.

As soon as Guan Gan picked up the man, he saw the emotion in the man's eyes, thought for a while, and asked, "Can you sit on the chair? You shouldn't be able to sit down on your own right now."

What should I do?

The man hugged the man horizontally together with the quilt, and walked steadily to the bedside.

Ding Yan originally thought that this person was going to put him on the bed, but he was a little helpless, but he also knew that his body could only lie on the bed now, although he was disappointed, he still accepted his fate.

Unexpectedly, this old knife would do things very well, neither put him on the bed nor put him on the chair - the old knife hugged him horizontally and sat on the bed!

No, don't you let go?

Being hugged like this, he felt like a baby, he thought, and this posture made their faces very close, so close that Ding Yan felt that he could kiss this man's temple in the next moment.

Guan Gan's gesture of hugging a person seemed very skilled. He hugged the person's waist tightly, reached out to pick up a cup of tea from the side table, pinched the handle of the teacup with the hand that was forced to be fixed, and held the handle of the cup with the other hand. Holding the spoon, scooped up a tablespoon of water and fed it into the young man's mouth carefully, saying, "Moisten the throat first."

Ding Yan swallowed the water dully, not knowing what the man just said.

He sat in Guan Gan's arms in a daze, with a quilt wrapped around his body, warm and soft, weakening the coolness brought by Lao Dao's icy body temperature.

"You've been sleeping for about a year." Guan Gan cut to the point and didn't play tricks on him. "You are dead, but now it seems that you are alive again. To be precise, I don't know whether you are dead or alive."

"Because I refined your body and made it my scabbard."