Chapter 3 The Little Lamp Charm

　　Yellow paper talismans were not considered common in the previous world, but they wouldn't be rare either, it was just that Zhou Fan still couldn't take his eyes off of it, he always felt that there was something about that yellow paper talisman that attracted his eyes. 　　He suddenly realized that the crooked lines of the talisman seemed to wriggle, like red worms crawling, they crawled along the black porcelain surface of the oil marigold. 　　Could there be something wrong with his eyes? 　　Even so, Zhou Fan was unwilling to blink. 　　Suddenly a wide palm covered Zhou Fan's eyes. 　　It was only then that Zhou Fan blinked and came back to his senses, he felt a dry pain in his eyes. 　　"This is a small light talisman, you can't look at it indiscriminately or your eyes might go blind." Zhou Yi Mu retracted his palms, picked up his chopsticks, lifted his rice bowl and said seriously towards Zhou Fan. 　　Little Light Talisman? Zhou Fan still couldn't help but glance at it before hastily averting his eyes. 　　Gui Feng came over with a bowl of rice and placed it in front of Zhou Fan's face and said heartily, "You child, you've been sick for a few days, why have you forgotten everything?" 　　Zhou Fan laughed a few times in embarrassment, he didn't know how to explain, and for a moment, he didn't even dare to ask about the small light talisman. 　　Zhou Yimu clamped a chopsticks of green vegetables, put it on the bowl and mixed it with corn rice and swallowed it with a big mouthful, before he unhurriedly said, "Didn't Dr. Zhang say it? When a person's head is injured, there is a possibility that they will forget everything, perhaps they will be able to remember after a while." 　　Gui Feng worriedly said, "What if you can't remember?" 　　Zhou Yi Mu's dark face looked a bit wooden and said, "If you can't remember, you can't remember, as long as Ah Fanren is fine." 　　Gui Feng nodded and said, "That's right, it's fortunate if the person is fine." 　　"How was I injured?" Zhou Fan suddenly asked, he wanted to know more about this body, when he was a criminal police officer in his previous life, he was always inquisitive about cases, and he was certainly curious about his injury. 　　This injury led to the dissipation of the soul of his predecessor before Zhou Fan was able to take over, it was better to understand clearly. 　　Zhou Yi Mu and Gui Feng were quiet all of a sudden. 　　Zhou Fan stared at their faces, a person's emotions would be first reacted to by their facial muscles, in the past when interrogating a prisoner, they would keep staring at the prisoner's face and observing them to make sure they were not lying. 　　Gui Feng's face showed a hint of worried fear as she subconsciously looked at her husband. 　　The corners of Zhou Yi Mu's eyes twitched delicately as he chopsticks a mouthful of white rice, chews and swallows, "You hurt your head from a fall." 　　"So it was a fall that injured it." Zhou Fan nodded and then lowered his head to concentrate on eating. 　　It was just clear in Zhou Fan's mind that people fall and hurt their heads many times by flopping, but if they flopped, they should also hurt the front of their head. 　　His injury was at the back of his head, most of the backward falls hit the waist and femur two parts, the injury to the back of the head will be there, but only in very special circumstances will be formed. 　　The most critical thing is that the facial expression of these two couples betrayed them, they are lying. 　　Why would they hide the truth? 　　It seemed that there was a hidden agenda to his injury, Zhou Fan didn't ask again because the other party obviously didn't want to say it, asking probably wouldn't ask anything, and Zhou Fan was worried about asking around and the other party suspecting him. 　　The food was very difficult to eat, but Zhou Fan did not show it, he still ate two big bowls, before stopping, after all, even if it is difficult to eat, it can also fill the stomach. 　　After the family finished eating, Gui Feng started to clean up the dishes, and Zhou Yi Mu took the black iron water pipe pot and lit it up to take a small puff. 　　Zhou Fan just sat in silence, he did not know how to communicate with Zhou Yi Mu, sometimes he said more than wrong, he simply did not say anything. 　　Zhou Yi Mu seemed to be very used to this kind of silence, he smoked the water pipe for a while before glancing at Zhou Fan and said, "You just got well, go and rest earlier, tomorrow's hair binding day is very important, it's the big event of your life." 　　Zhou Fan heard the word 'hair binding' for the second time, he had read it in some history books before and knew that in ancient times, there was the saying of hair binding, hair binding means that a person steps from a small child to a teenager, in ancient times a teenager can do a lot of things, such as marrying, taking part in the imperial exams, going out to travel and other things. 　　Zhou Fan thought about it and asked, "Father, what am I going to do on the hair binding day tomorrow?" 　　Zhou Yi Mu was not too surprised by Zhou Fan's question, after all, he also knew that his son had lost his memory, he spat out the smoke in his mouth and said, "It's fine, it's not like you're the only one who will be tying his hair, you can just follow what others do." 　　Saying that, but Zhou Fan could see through the dim light that Zhou Yi Mu's face seemed to have become much heavier. 　　This made Zhou Fan frown. 　　Gui Feng came over with a basin of water, and she softly said, "Ah Fan, don't worry, father and mother will accompany you tomorrow." 　　However, the hint of worry carried between Gui Feng's brows made Zhou Fan notice it. 　　Zhou Fan frowned slightly, could there be any more danger on this hair binding day? 　　But Zhou Fan didn't ask again, he could also see that the two Zhouyimu didn't seem too eager to bring up this topic. 　　The conditions in this era were simple, Zhou Fan just simply washed up and was ready to go back to his bedroom, only for Zhou Yi Mu to call out to him. 　　Zhou Yi Mu picked up the oil lamp on the table, took out the small lamp charm and handed it to Zhou Fan: "That Yin Ghost may still come to you tonight, put the small lamp charm under the oil lamp in your room, let the lamp light up tonight and don't put out the lamp, got it?" 　　"Got it." Zhou Fan took the small lamp talisman, he didn't dare to keep staring at it for fear of going blind, "But what about you guys, father and mother?" 　　Gui Feng smiled and rubbed Zhou Fan's face, "Silly child, you really don't remember anything, the Yin Ghost can only deal with physically weak people, it can't mess with us." 　　Only then did Zhou Fan understand, he took the small light talisman and went back to his bedroom. 　　It didn't take long for the two Zhou Yi Mu to also return to their bedroom with the oil lamp. 　　As soon as they returned to the bedroom, the worry on Gui Feng's face was no longer hidden as she whispered, "Ah Fan's injury is only just right, will it have any effect tomorrow?" 　　Zhou Yi Mu shook his head, "It won't, I've asked people, this kind of thing doesn't have much to do with whether or not you're injured." 　　Gui Feng said anxiously, "If there is an impact, then what can be done?" 　　Zhou Yi Mu's face sank slightly and said, "A woman's worry, even if there really is an impact, is it something we can resolve? This kind of thing has always been something that can only be left to heaven." 　　Gui Feng slightly bowed her head, she knew that what her husband said was the truth. 　　Zhou Yi Mu sighed again, "Whether his life is good or not can only depend on his own, I believe that Ah Fan's life won't be too bad, his injuries are so serious can get well ......" 　　Zhou Yi Mu the two spoke in a very low voice, naturally Zhou Fan could not hear, he pressed the small lamp charm under the oil lamp in the room, and looked around at the darkness again, that feeling that made him afraid really did not appear again. 　　Zhou Fan sat in front of the bed, he looked at the oil marigold the wisp of flame muttered, "Yin ghost ...... small lamp charm ...... and tomorrow's hair binding day ...... " 　　All of this makes Zhou Fan realize that this world is not simple, and it seems that there is a weird and unknown danger hanging around. 　　Zhou Fan had originally thought that he had traveled to a certain dynasty in China, but now he had great doubts, this didn't seem like a certain dynasty in China, even though the saying of ghosts and gods had always appeared in all kinds of wild history novels and canonical books, the official history of China seldom mentioned the saying of ghosts and gods. 　　At most, it bragged about the emperor as the son of heaven and other arcane things, but other than that there wasn't much talk of ghosts and gods. 　　Could this still be one of the dynasties of Huaxia? 　　Zhou Fan's head felt a little swollen again, he couldn't come to a conclusion because he had gotten too little valid information, he wasn't some historian with the ability to quickly deduce which dynasty this was from the buildings or objects in the room. 　　Zhou Fan simply stopped thinking about it, he closed his eyes, even though he had slept for days, he still felt sleepy, and it didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep. 　　After a moment of heavenly rotation, Zhou Fan realized that he had appeared in a very strange place. 　　A gray mist surrounded him, and Zhou Fan frowned as he continued to look ahead. 　　It was just that the fog was so thick that it was gray as far as the eye could see. 　　Where was this place? 　　Wasn't he asleep? 　　Was this place a dream? 　　If it was a dream, how did he realize so clearly that he was dreaming? 　　Zhou Fan pinched his face with his hand and he could feel the pain. 　　Zhou Fan glanced at his feet again, there was gray mist swimming underneath his feet, and he was stepping on ebony wooden boards.