Chapter 1 Dark Fears

　　Zhou Fan barely blinked his eyes, there was only a small window on the wall of the room built with a mixture of yellow mud and hay, a beam of light was cast into the window, and white light leaked in from the skylight on the roof, the dust swirling slightly within the light. 　　But most of the room was dim, so dark that he couldn't see anything. 　　Zhou Fan still felt groggy, he had been in this world for three days but was still a little confused. 　　All he knew was that this body's name was also called Zhou Fan, and that his 'parents' only came back from work at night, and that the reason he was lying in bed, which he'd vaguely learned from the couple, was because he'd injured his head. 　　Fortunately, Zhou Fan was able to excuse himself after waking up for the first time and say that he had forgotten everything, otherwise he really wouldn't know what to say when faced with his predecessor's 'parents', who didn't have any memories of his predecessor. 　　In order to avoid suspicion, Zhou Fan didn't even dare to talk much during these three days, and spent the nights quietly listening to his 'parents', but unfortunately the father dressed as an old farmer was a quiet man, so the conversations between the two parents were few and far between, and Zhou Fan couldn't get too much useful information out of them for the time being. 　　Zhou Fan struggled to sit up, this time he sat up, his face revealed a pained look, he stretched out his left hand to cover his forehead, his head felt as if he had been stabbed by a needle. 　　His hand temperature was very low, and there was a coldness spreading down his forehead, making the pain of the needles lessen a lot. 　　After another moment, the pain in his head was almost imperceptible. 　　Zhou Fan's hand went up along the forehead and touched the bare head without any hair, gradually his hand touched a one-finger long scar at the back of his head. 　　He couldn't see the scar, but he could feel that it was bigger than a hair by touch, and if he didn't touch it carefully, he wouldn't be able to find it. 　　How was it injured? 　　Zhou Fan was still unclear, but if it wasn't for the injury, his soul wouldn't have been able to reach this body, and he would have been dead. 　　Zhou Fan put down his hand and lifted the dark yellow tent made of yellow kudzu cloth in front of the bed, without the cover of the tent, his vision became a little clearer, through the weak light, he looked at the simple wooden furniture and frowned slightly. 　　This made Zhou Fan even more certain that he was in a relatively poor environment, only that the house was really too dark, and when he returned at night he saw that his 'parents' seemed to be lighting oil lamps. 　　But again, Zhou Fan wasn't too sure, these past few days he had been lying in bed in a daze, his consciousness was in a daze, and he was seldom awake during the day, most of them woke up for a while, and then slept again. 　　Until today it was much better, Zhou Fan looked at the places in the house where the light could not shine, those places were so dark that they seemed like a mass of rendered ink, and his head began to go numb for a while. 　　He was afraid, as if there was something terrible peering at him in the darkness that would suddenly come out and hurt him. 　　This kind of fear had no reason to speak of, Zhou Fan let out a bitter smile, he cherished his life, but was never a timid person because of his profession, but his body had this kind of reaction, could it be a side effect brought about by being reborn into this body? 　　In these three days, Zhou Fan had tried this quite a few times, as long as he silently gazed into the darkness of the room. 　　Or maybe this was caused by the dimness affecting his mood, Zhou Fan shook his head, he did not think further, but tried to stand up. 　　Zhou Fan's legs were a bit weak, it took him several attempts to stand up, he took a step forward but almost fell to the ground, it was hard to maintain his balance, he continued forward again, walking crookedly, just like he was drunk. 　　By the time Zhou Fan crossed the threshold of the inner room and arrived at the front door of the house he was already sweating profusely. 　　Through the faint light, he gently pulled on the two wooden doors, which were unlocked and were pulled open at once. 　　The dazzling light outside shone in at once, and Zhou Fan squinted before adjusting to the intense light. 　　A clear blue sky, rows of yellow mud houses, vaguely with the sound of chickens and dogs barking. 　　Borrowing the bright light, Zhou Fan looked down to see the clothes on his body, this is a brown short narrow coarse clothes, modern society I am afraid that the workmanship again rough clothes will not be so rough. 　　Zhou Fan was a little tired of standing, he simply sat on his butt on the threshold. 　　Now it is daytime, the village seems a bit quiet, he sat for an hour before a few people passed by his door, those few people are mostly wearing short brown rough clothes, holding hoes and other agricultural tools in their hands, when they saw Zhou Fan, some of their faces were wooden, and some of them just smiled at Zhou Fan, and Zhou Fan returned the smile. 　　But after those people left, Zhou Fan just sighed, because the dress 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 grandmother died in his previous life, he no longer had any attachments in that world after he took his revenge, and to him, leaving that world with no attachments was not a big deal. 　　Just what dynasty is this? 　　Zhou Fan, who had little knowledge of history, had some difficulty in judging. 　　What should he do in the future? 　　Zhou Fan's thoughts were disturbed for a while, his eyelids began to fight, he felt tired again. 　　Zhou Fan held the wooden door frame and stood up, closed the door, once the door was closed, it was like walking from the light into the darkness, staring into the darkness, that kind of feeling that made him feel trembling surfaced again from the depths of his heart. 　　Zhou Fan tried his best to make himself look at a place with shimmering light before that feeling subsided. 　　He felt the darkness and lay back on the bed again, his eyes aimed at the beam of white light above the skylight, and he wondered in his mind what was wrong with that feeling of fear. 　　There would be nothing in the dark, so why would he feel afraid? This is really too strange ...... 　　Zhou Fan slowly closed his eyes, closing his eyes was equally dark, but he wouldn't feel scared, otherwise he wouldn't even need to sleep. 　　Zhou Fan, who was already feeling tired, soon fell into a deep sleep. 　　When he woke up again, Zhou Fan took out the food that his 'parents' had prepared for him, it was something like a rice ball, only the color was yellow, somewhat like corn. 　　The 'parents' had said in the morning that they wouldn't be back at noon today, and told Zhou Fan to get up and eat by himself. 　　Zhou Fan slowly ate the rice ball, the grain rice of this rice ball had tiny husks with it, it was hard to swallow and could only be chewed as much as possible before swallowing. 　　It was very difficult to eat the food, but Zhou Fan didn't dislike it, when he was small, he only relied on his grandmother to support the family, the family was very poor, and occasionally he would go hungry, from then on he knew the preciousness of food, and when he grew up he never dared to do anything that wasted food. 　　After eating Zhou Fan felt much better, he got up and walked around for a while again, opening the door he found that it was already dusk, the clouds in the sky were dyed by the setting sun like a red flame. 　　Zhou Fan stood and looked around for a while, the other days his 'parents' had labored until nightfall, he closed the door again, it was pitch black around him, he gave up the idea of looking for an oil lamp, even if he found one, it would be useless without a lighter. 　　There was nothing he could do now but lie down and rest again. 　　The room was also getting darker and darker, the light from the skylight was already faintly invisible, that 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 them, only closing his eyes made him less fearful. 　　"Could it be darkness phobia?" 　　Zhou Fan frowned slightly as the thought came to his mind, he had heard of this disease before, it was a psychological disease, fear of the dark, as long as he stayed in the darkness it would create panic emotions such as nervousness and fear. 　　It was just that he had never had such a problem in the past, could it be due to his predecessor? 　　But psychology should be dominated by the mind, now this body is his soul, his predecessor is long dead, why would he still feel afraid? 　　Just then, he heard a 'creak' sound coming from him. 　　It was the sound of the wooden door being pushed open, were they back?