Zhu Yun put the feather fan into his sleeve robe, waved his hands continuously, and in the darkness, silver rays of light flashed across each other. After a moment, a strange bird-like cry came out from behind him.

"Um?"

Zhu Yun took out a fire stick and lit a trace of fire.

The sight that caught his eye made Zhu Yun's pupils shrink: "Are you...Xiu Ji?"

Zhu Yun couldn't be sure, just because the person in front of him looked more like an owl!

It can be vaguely seen that it looks like a graceful body of a dancing queen, but the feet are unusually huge, more like bird's claws!

The head is also covered with feathers and even has a sharp beak.

It can be said that it is three parts like a human and seven parts like an owl.

The feathers hanging down on the huge wings were indeed exactly the same as what Dong Ming saw! The wings were now tied with puppet strings and were in a semi-expanded state.

But this is so, it actually occupies half of the room!

"Second brother, how is the situation?" Liu Ye shouted from downstairs.

Just as Zhu Yun was about to reply, the owl that had been stationary suddenly started chirping loudly.

"Bang!"

With a sour voice, the puppet string was forced to break free by the owl.

Immediately afterwards, in full view of everyone, the owl monster smashed the window next to it and disappeared into the night sky amid a burst of exclamations.

Zhu Yun had a gloomy face. After retracting the puppet string, he went downstairs without saying a word.

"Second brother..."

"We'll talk about it when we get back. And..." Zhu Yun pointed at the bustard: "You, come back with us!"

The madam seemed frightened by such a formation and forced out a smile:

"Well, you two gentlemen, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the sharp fingertips were pressed against the old bustard's throat!

There was a little blood on the tip of the finger cot, which made the madam stiff with fear.

"Mr. Lang, what do you mean?"

"This is not an application, but an order!" Zhu Yun said coldly: "If this is really Xiu Ji upstairs, she looks completely demonized. Why did you never know!"

"We have the right to take you back for interrogation!"

"If you don't comply, you will be shot without mercy!"

…

In the inexplicable world, Dong Ming felt a cold feeling on his forehead.

This inexplicable coolness made his painful head feel better.

"Come on, kid, drink the medicine."

With that said, Dongshi carefully held Dong Ming in her arms and put the medicine bowl to Dong Ming's mouth.

"Gudu... Gudu..."

Perhaps he was thirsty, or perhaps he was greedy for his mother's warm embrace at this moment, so Dong Ming drank the soup in one go.

"Thank God." Dongshi breathed a sigh of relief.

On the side, Dong Qing looked at an old woman holding a cane with a respectful look on her face: "Old Madam Wang, may I ask... what's wrong with my son?"

"This is soul-leaving syndrome." Mrs. Wang's slightly hoarse voice was like a rusty saw cutting off wood.

Obviously, neither Dongqing nor Dongshi understands what Soul Leaving Syndrome is.

After drinking the decoction, Dong Ming, whose head obviously no longer hurts, finally had the strength to look at the old man in front of him.

He still had some impressions of Mrs. Wang.

The place where I was born is called Shuiliang Village. It is a relatively remote small village and is not settled in the city.

Life in the village is relatively poor. On weekdays, if everyone has a disease or pain, they would go to Mrs. Wang.

Mrs. Wang was an outsider. She said she liked peace and quiet, so she lived in the village. The village chief was kind-hearted, so he built a small house for her.

This old lady seems to have some skills as a wandering doctor, and she also has some skills as a goddess.

Healing people's diseases, decoctions, spells, worshiping gods, taking pulses, everything.

But the strange thing is that every time something happens, Mrs. Wang can really cure it.

After going back and forth, everyone started to respect Mrs. Wang.

On weekdays, Mrs. Wang relies on food support from the villagers, and her life is pretty good.

Mrs. Wang looked at Dong Ming and let out a burst of meaningful laughter: "The little baby is lucky enough to have the syndrome of leaving the soul."

"If my wife's prediction is correct, at this time, you should have many scenes in your mind that have never happened."

"And these pictures, just like memories, make you feel extremely real."

"You even begin to doubt... whether the world you live in... is real... or fake..."

[Author's digression]: Tips:

Owl is an ancient collective name for birds such as owls.

This bird was once known as an unfilial bird in Chinese history.

This point has been recorded in the "Records of the States of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty".

The general content is: "This bird is called an owl. It cannot see Mount Tai in the daytime, but it can detect the hair of autumn at night. It is brighter than thin and darker than large. When it is young, its mother feeds it. When it grows, it pecks at its mother. This is an unfilial bird, so it is hunted.

And eat it.”

To put it bluntly, it is just a metaphor used by Ying Kaoshu, the official of Zheng State, to exhort Duke Zhuang of Zheng.

In some Western myths, such as ancient Greek mythology or Nordic mythology, owls are regarded as messengers of Hades.
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