Inside the fence are some unknown herbs grown by Mrs. Wang.

Because Mrs. Wang doesn't like liveliness, the house is also in a relatively remote location.

At this moment, from inside to outside, there is a feeling of loneliness.

"Little guy, what are you doing standing there and sneaking around?"

Mrs. Wang in the rocking chair had her eyes closed, but she seemed to have seen Dong Ming hiding behind the big tree.

Seeing this, Dong Ming no longer covered up, but came to Mrs. Wang:

"I want to know about soul-leaving syndrome."

The rocking chair suddenly stopped, and Mrs. Wang slowly opened her eyes and looked at Dong Ming:

"Little guy, this is a disease. It won't do you any good if you know so much."

"Anyway, as long as you know that what you are living in now is real, wouldn't it be good?"

Dong Ming said:

"But... I can't be sure. I can't even be sure... whether you... are real!"

Mrs. Wang grinned:

"All patients with soul-leaking syndrome are like this. There is no way, no one can prove it."

"But... there is one thing. The old lady can give you some advice."

Dong Ming was stunned for a moment, but then he heard Mrs. Wang slowly say:

"In the 'real' memories you know, you have experienced too much sadness and misery, right?"

Dong Ming's breath was stagnant, and when he was about to speak, Mrs. Wang waved her hand.

A trace of vicissitudes of life suddenly appeared in her eyes:

"Not to mention whether those sorrows are real or not."

"But isn't what you're seeing in front of you real?"

"You have a happy life now, and your parents love you very much. Do you still doubt your parents and everything around you is fake?"

"Are you being cruel to yourself by doing this?"

"Or are you cruel to your parents?"

"As the saying goes, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, but after all, did Zhuang Zhou dream of butterflies, or did the butterflies...dream of Zhuang Zhou?"

With that said, Mrs. Wang got up and walked into the house.

Just when Dong Ming was confused, he saw Mrs. Wang slowly walking out with a box.

Looking at those withered hands opening the wooden box in his arms, what came into view was a small wooden sign.

The wooden sign is very delicately made, and is imitated with special paints like a real peach blossom. It looks pink, cute, and lifelike.

"Please put this thing away." Mrs. Wang tapped her back gently: "This is... an amulet for treating soul-leaving syndrome."

Dong Ming was silent for a moment, then looked at Mrs. Wang on the rocking chair: "Thank you very much."

"Well, go ahead."

After Dong Ming put the mahogany sign in his arms, he returned home.

After washing, Dong Ming lay on the bed.

Not sleepy, he looked up at the rafters, and from time to time the crows of crows could be heard in his ears.

Dong Ming suddenly felt that this cry... seemed a bit familiar?

…

On the second day, the sun shone on his face. Dong Min rubbed his sleepy eyes, and heard a cry in his ears.

Somewhat confused, Dong Ming got out of bed. Before Dong Ming could ask, he saw his parents saying in a panic:

"Ming'er, don't go out, people are dead outside!"

Dong Ming's face was full of doubts, but he saw his father Dong Qing's face full of sadness:

"How could Aunt Lan die so miserably for no reason?"

"It's not peaceful right now..."

Just two sentences that were similar to sighs made Dong Ming feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Dad, what did you just say...?"

Dong Qing said quickly: "It's Aunt Lan's house not far away."

"This morning, someone saw that there was no movement at Aunt Lan's house, so they enthusiastically took a look at the situation."

"Unexpectedly, the door to Aunt Lan's house was not closed."

"When I went in, I saw Aunt Lan's body... Aunt Lan's body seemed to have been cut open. Oh, it's so tragic!"

Dongshi also seemed to have lingering fears, clasping her hands together: "Amitabha! Amitabha!"

"Is this a wild beast? Aunt Lan is so pitiful."

What the couple didn't notice was that Dong Ming's face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

At this moment, that terrifying memory came back again!

That’s right!

Absolutely right!

This is the day!

On this day, I was called out by my father to do some work. I met an old man with a sprained foot on the mountain, so I was delayed for some time.

He originally wanted to go back quickly, but he was dragged by the old man and couldn't get away.

By the time I got home, it was already midnight.

Then, he saw his parents who died tragically at home!

Later, it was time for me to meet my eldest brother Liu Ye and my second brother Zhu Yun!

When Dong Ming was thinking about everything, his father Dong Qing’s voice came:

"By the way, Ming'er. We don't have much firewood at home. You can go to the mountain to pick up some."

"Daddy will go to the city in two days to sell the rest."

Dong Ming suddenly raised his head and looked at his parents, his lips trembled slightly, and he fell into extreme fear for a moment.

[Author's digression]: In this article, the "eunuch" mentioned by Dai Yuanchuan of the Taiyuan Hospital is the protagonist of "The Night Watchman".

hey-hey.

This kind of linkage is quite interesting, it won't affect Youyu's own plot, and it will also have a sense of interaction.
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