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If it weren’t for Zhao Yaqian’s deep relationship with Huang Ying, knowing that Huang Ying would not hurt her, it is estimated that Zhao Yaqian would have been scared to move away.

“So that’s so…” Li Yanfeng nodded.

He already had a general conclusion in his mind.

He estimated that the quirk of washing the yellow warbler’s hair should be related to the evil on the yellow warbler.

Perhaps, the yellow warbler subconsciously perceives that there are unclean things on his body, and subconsciously wants to “clean”, and then after falling asleep, the subconscious begins to act strangely, using “washing hair” to remove evil.

“Xiao Li, why aren’t you afraid at all? By the way, how do you know that the little warbler has behaved strangely in recent days? Also, what do you ask these for? Does this have anything to do with the fact that the little warbler has not returned now? Zhao Yaqian said a little puzzled.

“This… I have studied Chinese medicine and can look at the face, and the other day I saw that Sister Xiaoying’s complexion was not very good, and I saw that there was something wrong with her body. I guess she hasn’t come back yet, probably something, so I’ll go to her unit now. Li Yanfeng said with a smile.

“Studied Chinese medicine?” Zhao Yaqian was a little unconvinced.

But I couldn’t find any other reason, so I nodded and chose to believe.

After saying goodbye to Zhao Yaqian, she walked towards Huang Ying’s unit.

The Orioles’ unit is not far from here and is a community hospital.

Although it is not as good as the third-class hospital, there are really many people who come here every day to see a doctor, and Li Yanfeng has been there twice before, so the road is very familiar.

When he thought of going to that community hospital, Li Yanfeng’s face turned a little dark.

Because, he thought of certain dark experiences.

For example, being forcibly pricked with needles by orioles.

My name is Zhang San.

My family lives in a small mountain village in the northwest of Jiangxi, where we only had electricity a few years ago, and used to live a life of kerosene lamps, so far from the county seat to our village, there is no regular road, some are just mountain roads, and it takes more than four hours to walk out of this mountain.

Our village is a well-known poor village in the entire county.

In short, our village is very poor and poor.

Before the reform and opening up, we were basically in a state of “stocking” here.

In other words, it is basically self-sufficient, and no one has ever been out of the mountains.

I heard my grandfather tell me that lynchings were in our place decades ago.

For example, waist chopping, human beheading, cooking, peeling, cannon burning, cutting, intestine pumping, car cracking, five horses divided into corpses, immersion in pig cages, buried alive… These were the common death sentences of those days.

This criminal law after penal law was simply a nightmare of my childhood.

Every night, it scares me so much that I can’t sleep.

I remember about three years ago, I would have a strange dream every day, very strange.

In the dream, there is an old man who looks forty or fifty years old, the main thing is … He… His fingernails were hugely long, and his face was iron cyan, and grandfather said that only the face of a dead man was iron cyan.

In the past three years, I have repeatedly had this dream, and he in the dream has said a word to me.

“Your wife… Your wife… Boy, you hurry up and dig your wife out, she is waiting for you… Waiting to marry you. ”

Wife?

Right!

In my dreams, she kept repeating to me that I was going to dig my wife out.

Can… But I’m still a single man, I didn’t marry a wife, how can I have a wife?

The main thing is, why dig up my wife?

Could it be that my wife lives underground?

Later, I told my grandfather about it.

At that time, when Grandpa listened, he was shocked, as if he knew something.

But no matter how I asked, my grandfather wouldn’t tell me what was going on.

Since that day, my grandfather has always asked me to wash my head before I go to bed….

He said that as long as he washed his head before going to bed at night, he would wash the dirty dong away.

Then, I won’t have weird dreams anymore.

Sure enough, after I insisted on washing my head every day, the strange dream that had haunted me for three years finally disappeared.

The dead man with the iron blue face in my dream has finally disappeared….

I thought I had finally got rid of my strange dreams and thought that as long as I washed my head every day, I would be fine….

Can… But that day, I started having strange dreams again.

This time, it wasn’t a dead man with an iron cyan face.

But a woman, a very beautiful and beautiful woman, she was lying in a bronze coffin, as if she was underground, she seemed to be calling me, in a dream, calling me.

Tell me, she’s waiting for me… She was waiting for me all the time.

Waited for me for 3,000 years….

She said she wanted me to marry her.

Tell me to go and dig her up.

Even, she told me her address and asked me to dig it.

Trimester!!

For three whole months, I had this strange dream.

No matter how many times I wash my head, it is useless.

This woman will always appear in my dreams when I am asleep.

I’m going crazy, really going crazy.

I knew the woman’s address was in the mountains not far from our village, but it was forbidden.

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