Chapter 1 Dark Fear

Zhou Fan blinked his eyes hard. There was only a small window on the wall of the house built with yellow mud and hay. A beam of light was thrown into the window. White light also leaked from the skylight on the roof, and the dust rippled slightly in the light.

But most of the house was dark, too dark to see anything.

Zhou Fan still feels dizzy. He has been in this world for three days, but he is still a little confused.

He only knew that the body's name was also Zhou Fan, and the "parents" would only come back from work at night, and the reason why he was lying in bed, he vaguely learned from the couple's mouth that it was because he injured his head.

Fortunately, Zhou Fan was able to evade that he had forgotten everything after waking up for the first time. Otherwise, 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 more in the past three days, and listened to his parents quietly at night, but unfortunately the father dressed as an old peasant was a taciturn man, so the dialogue between the parents was very limited. It can be counted, Zhou Fan can't get too much useful information from it for the time being.

Zhou Fan struggled to sit up. When he sat up, his face showed pain. He stretched out his left hand to cover his forehead, as if his head was stabbed by a needle.

The temperature of his hands was very low, and a coldness spread along his forehead, which relieved the pain of the acupuncture a lot.

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

Zhou Fan's hand ran up his forehead, touched the bare head without any strands of hair, and gradually touched a finger-long scar on the back of his head.

He couldn't see the scar, but he could feel that the scar was bigger than the hair from the touch. If he hadn't touched it carefully, he wouldn't have been able to find it.

How did you get hurt?

Zhou Fan is still unclear, but if it wasn't for the injury, his soul would not be able to reach this body, and he should have died.

Zhou Fan put down his hand and lifted the dark yellow curtain made of yellow ge cloth in front of the bed. Without the curtain, his line of sight became clearer. Through the weak light, he frowned slightly when he looked at the simple wooden furniture.

This made Zhou Fan more sure that he was in a relatively poor environment, but it was too dark in the house. When he came back at night, he saw that his 'parents' seemed to be lighting an oil lamp.

However, Zhou Fan is not quite sure. These few days, he has been lying in bed dizzy and his consciousness is confused. He rarely wakes up during the day, most of them wake up for a while and then fall asleep again.

It didn't get much better until today. Zhou Fan looked at the places in the house where the light couldn't shine. Those places were as dark as a cloud of painted ink, and his head began to tingle.

He was afraid, as if something terrible was watching him in the dark and would suddenly come out and hurt him.

There is no reason for this kind of fear, Zhou Fan smiled bitterly, he cherished his life, but because of his career, he was never a timid person, but his body had such a reaction. Could it be a side effect of being reborn into this body? ?

In the past three days, Zhou Fan has tried many times. As long as he silently watches the darkness in the room, he will have this feeling.

Or maybe it was caused by the dim environment affecting his mood, Zhou Fan shook his head, he didn't think about it, but tried to stand up.

Zhou Fan's legs were a little weak. He tried several times before standing up. He took a step forward, but almost fell to the ground. He managed to maintain his balance and continued to move forward, walking crookedly, like drinking Like 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.

Through the faint light, he gently pulled the two wooden doors, the doors were unlocked, and they were pulled open at once.

The dazzling light from outside suddenly came in, and Zhou Fan narrowed his eyes to get used to the strong light.

A clear blue sky, rows of yellow mud houses, vaguely carrying the sound of cocks and dogs barking.

With the bright light, Zhou Fan looked down at the clothes on his body. It was a short, narrow brown coat. In modern society, no matter how rough the workmanship was, it would not be so rough.

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

It was daytime, and the village seemed a little quiet. He sat for an hour before a few people passed by his door. Most of those people were wearing short brown rough coats and holding farm implements such as hoes. When they saw Zhou Fan, some looked blank, some just smiled at Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan returned a smile.

But Zhou Fan just sighed after those people left, because the clothes of those people had already told him a fact that he had already guessed: he was no longer in the modern world, but in an ancient world.

However, Zhou Fan was not very anxious. After his sister and grandma died in the previous life, he had no more worries in that world after taking revenge. For him, leaving the world without attachment was not a big deal.

Just what era is this?

Zhou Fan, who has poor historical knowledge, is a little difficult to judge.

What should I do in the future?

Zhou Fan thought about it for a while, his eyelids started to fight, and he felt tired again.

Zhou Fan stood up with the wooden door frame, closed the door, and as soon as the door closed, it was like walking from the light to the darkness, staring at the darkness, the feeling that made him tremble again emerged from the bottom of his heart.

Zhou Fan tried his best to let himself look at the dimly lit place, and the feeling subsided.

He groaned in the dark and lay back on the bed, his eyes fixed on the white light above the skylight, and he wondered what that fear was about?

There was nothing in the dark, so why was he afraid? This is so weird...

Zhou Fan slowly closed his eyes, which was also dark, but he wouldn't feel scared, otherwise he wouldn't even have to sleep.

Zhou Fan, who was already tired, quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up again, Zhou Fan took out the food that his parents had prepared for him. It was like a rice ball, but the color was yellow, somewhat like corn.

The 'parents' said in the morning that they would not be back at noon today, and asked Zhou Fan to get up and eat by himself.

Zhou Fan slowly ate the rice balls. The rice balls contained tiny husks, which were difficult to swallow. They could only be swallowed by chewing as much as possible.

Food was very difficult to eat, but Zhou Fan did not dislike it. When he was young, he only depended on his grandmother to support the family. The family was very poor and occasionally hungry. Since then, he knew the value of food, and he never dared to waste food when he grew up. thing.

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 on the horizon were dyed like red flames by the setting sun.

Zhou Fan stood and watched for a while. A few days ago, the 'parents' were working until night fell. He closed the door again, and it was pitch black. He gave up the idea of ​​looking for the oil lamp, even if he found it, there was no The lighter doesn't work either.

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

The room was getting darker and darker, the light from the skylight was barely visible, and the feeling of fear spread again, and for a moment, Zhou Fan even felt that his invisible face was very pale.

He didn't dare to open his eyes again, but closed his eyes, only closing his eyes made him less afraid.

"Could it be dark phobia?"

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and this thought came to his mind. He had heard of this disease before. It was a mental disease. He was afraid of the dark. As long as he stayed in the dark, he would have panic emotions such as nervousness and fear.

It's just that he didn't have such a problem at all before, could it be the cause of his predecessor?

But the mind should be dominated by the mind. Now this body is his soul. The predecessor has already died, so why is he still afraid?

Just then, he heard a 'squeak'.

It was the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Did they come back?