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Chapter 2

Liu Fugui looked confused, and didn't realize for a moment why the man in white would ask such a question. Their whole family is mortal, so how could they know how to look at the roots of cultivation?

His wife, Zhang Cuihua, was more flexible than his brain, and soon realized something, and blurted out: "Are you not a practitioner?"

The man in white was a little curious: "What do you mean by cultivators?"

This rhetorical question brought Liu Fugui back to his senses, and a more definite premonition emerged in his heart.

"Practitioner...a practitioner is..."

"He is someone who can fly into the sky and escape from the ground, and someone who knows how to cast all kinds of spells!" The older boy took his father's words, his voice was bright and clear, "In short, he is a very powerful person!"

The man in white snorted, then shook his head: "Then I'm not a practitioner."

"..." Liu Fugui thought in his heart that sure enough, he made a mistake from the beginning to the end.

Zhang Cuihua raised her arm and elbowed him, seeming to blame him.

Liu Fugui spread his hands and said, "I really thought he was a cultivator, and when he was called a great immortal earlier, he never denied it."

Hearing this, the man in white explained, "I thought that was what you commonly call strangers."

Liu Fugui was a little speechless, so I knelt down and begged you for mercy. Could this be a common way to get along with strangers?

However, he only thought about the above words in his heart, and finally did not say them out.

Because he was clearly aware that this might make him lose his father's face and majesty in front of the two little guys, and the man in white looked frank, without any malice of teasing, as if he really thought so from the bottom of his heart.

"...Forget it, I misunderstood." He discouraged.

Zhang Cuihua saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so she stood up and changed the subject: "What is the name of the little brother, and where did you come from? You are so handsome, and you don't look like someone who has been exposed to the sun all year round. Could it be that you are a son of a scholarly family?"

The man in white was silent for a few breaths, and said uncertainly, "I seem to have a name."

The boy thought it was strange to hear this, and couldn't help muttering: "Everyone has a name..."

Liu Fugui asked him to shut up, but actually he had the same idea as his son.

The man in white frowned and thought for a while, but finally gave up: "I can't remember."

Liu Fugui and Zhang Cuihua looked at each other with surprise on their faces, and a guess emerged in their minds—could it be the disorder of soul loss?

They have all heard many similar stories. Those poor people who suffer from soul-loss disorder can forget their past experiences for a few days at least, or they may not even remember their own name.

Zhang Cuihua asked, "You don't even know where you come from?"

The man in white shook his head.

The memory seems to be covered with a thick gauze, and only the shadows of very unreal outlines can be vaguely seen.

But he remembered that he had been climbing up, and it seemed that he had climbed for a long time before he climbed out of the dark abyss.

He kept walking in a daze, with no purpose and no way back. On the way, his consciousness gradually recovered, he was able to think, and felt the feeling of hunger. After meeting Liu Fugui, he remembered how to speak aloud.

His memory seems to be gradually recovering, it just takes a little time.

The man in white didn't speak. Zhang Cuihua was kind-hearted. Seeing him look so lonely and helpless with downcast eyes, she felt sympathy and pity. She comforted her, "Things will get better, so don't worry too much."

After a pause, she said again: "It's fate to meet each other. If you don't mind, little brother, you can stay with us for a few days, and maybe you can remember something."

Liu Fugui was stunned: "Hello, wait..."

"What are you waiting for, old Liu, don't interrupt, it's just a matter of more people and more pairs of chopsticks! And we also have a vacant room here, I'll clean it up right away..."

Liu Fugui had no room to speak, he could only watch helplessly as his wife settled down the man in white enthusiastically. Although he had only met for less than an hour, he seemed to be an old friend who had known each other for many years.

His expression became more and more indescribable.

It's not that he suspects his wife of empathizing with another, after years of getting along, Liu Fugui knows the character of the person next to him very well.

He just felt that his wife might have forgotten an important thing. Inviting a man in white to stay temporarily is not as simple as a pair of chopsticks—he is a person who can eat ten bowls of rice! ! !

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Fortunately, what Liu Fugui was worried about did not happen in the end.

The man in white—he and his wife secretly called each other nameless—only showed an astonishing amount of food at the first meal, after that, he was no different from ordinary people, and even ate less.

Liu Fugui breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he was thinking too much. Wuming should just be too hungry during his wanderings, not really have a bottomless stomach.

Life seemed to return to normal.

The two children of the Liu family were quite curious about the new big brother, so they went over to ask him, but most of the time the answers he got were "I don't know", "I don't know", and so on.

They quickly lost interest and began to guess what gift the boss would receive on his birthday, and gradually the topic turned to other things.

……

"Brother, do you think daddy will send you to study in a private school in the town?"

"I don't want it. I heard from Fatty Yang that that private school is a lie, and I don't like reading. Whenever I see square characters, I get a headache!"

"But daddy said that if you study well, you can go to the capital to get a job, and if you become an official in the future, you can live in a big house!"

"What about the big house, I don't care! No matter how powerful an official is, he is not as strong as a practitioner. I want to be a practitioner when I grow up!"

Their conversation was not small, and they easily passed through the narrow yard and fell to the ears of Wuming who had been staring out the window in a daze at the dusk.

His eyes moved slightly, and he suddenly asked, "Then how can one become a cultivator?"

The older boy was stunned for a moment, frowned in distress, and said loudly after a while: "You wait, I'm going to ask my father and mother!"

After he finished speaking, he stepped on his short legs and ran to the room where his parents slept. When he opened the door, Liu Fugui was sitting on the bed, taking the medicine soup from his wife, and pouring it down with his head up.

The boy was about to say something, but his mother shook her head at him seriously and put a finger to her lips.

The boy was puzzled, subconsciously shut his mouth tightly according to his mother's request, and walked softly to the bedside.

When he looked up, he was startled by his father's appearance.

I don't know if it was due to the lack of light, but Liu Fugui's entire face was covered in a cloud-like darkness, with deep sunken eye sockets, prominent bags under the eyes, and an extremely bad complexion.

Zhang Cuihua comforted her softly: "You should rest first, you should be here soon."

Liu Fugui hummed vaguely, but refused to lie down, forced his eyes wide open, found a point of sight in the corner of the room, and stared straight at it without moving away.

He really didn't dare to close his eyes, because if he closed his eyes and fell asleep inadvertently, he would probably experience those extremely terrifying and disturbing nightmares again.

It felt like struggling in a quagmire, struggling to get out, and could only let the viscous slurry gradually flood the top of the head, sealing the breath and isolating all vitality.

Obviously there were no such obvious symptoms two days ago, but it suddenly became more serious today. If Zhang Cuihua didn't see that something was wrong and directly dragged him from the bed to the ground, he didn't know if he would be scared to death in his dream.

Rao succeeded in regaining consciousness, but Liu Fugui's spirit was sluggish, his brain was throbbing with dull pain, and his eyelids were fighting.

Could it be related to the ghost in red?

Liu Fugui recalled those rumors in a daze, but his mind was as muddy and he couldn't think more.

Zhang Cuihua took her son out of the room so that her husband would not be disturbed.

"Mother, what's wrong with Dad?"

"He didn't sleep well last night, don't disturb him, go play by yourself."

The boy ran away obediently, forgetting the question he wanted to ask earlier.

Until this moment, Zhang Cuihua's calm expression finally showed a crack, and strong worry dyed the brows.

She paced restlessly to and fro, with many random thoughts running through her mind.It wasn't until the sound of knocking and a slightly hoarse shout came from the wooden door of the courtyard that she suddenly recovered, opened the door as quickly as possible, and welcomed the guests in.

This is the old gentleman she asked the neighbor to invite.

The old man's surname is Xu, and he knows a lot of spells. He is one of the few resident practitioners they can get in touch with here.

Of course, Mr. Xu himself is also a doctor, with the help of spells, all kinds of difficult and miscellaneous diseases are not a problem in his hands, so he is famous, and many people in a radius of a hundred miles have heard of his deeds.

Liu Fugui's situation was really weird, especially when he was trapped in a nightmare, his eyes were closed but his eyeballs were bulging, and his veins twisted and protruded like snakes, which left a deep shadow on Zhang Cuihua.

After much deliberation, she decided to find Mr. Xu.

The old man's attire looks like a fairy, with a Taoist robe and a fluttering white beard. He has no other personal belongings on his body, except for a small gourd pinned to his waist.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he raised his right hand without saying a word, with the palm facing up, quietly hanging in the air.

Knowing the rules, Zhang Cuihua quickly put ten taels of silver into the open palm of the other party.

Elder Xu glanced at it and said lightly, "Not enough."

Zhang Cuihua: "Huh?"

Zhang Cuihua: "But I heard it was ten taels..."

"That happened a few years ago, and now it costs 20 taels." Seeing her hesitant expression, Mr. Xu said, "Think about it for yourself. If you don't want to give up the money, I won't force it..."

"Mr. Xu stays, of course we are willing!" Zhang Cuihua hastily called to the old man who was about to leave, "Just wait here for a while!"

She hurried back to the house, and not long after, she ran out with another ten taels of silver, and solemnly handed it to the other party: "Please, please save my husband!"

Mr. Xu casually put the silver into the gourd, and finally said, "Take me to have a look."

Zhang Cuihua was overjoyed and immediately led the way: "This way please!"

The old gentleman was two steps behind her, without looking sideways, as if he was not interested in everything around him, he went straight to Liu Fugui's room.

The two children quietly opened a crack in the door, and looked in, feeling inexplicable tension in their hearts, wanting to know what the adults were doing.

After a while, Zhang Wang had another head.

The boss of the Liu family was very surprised, and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Nameless: "Come and see."

He had just seen how old Xu put away the money, and suddenly he had a certain idea, thinking that this should be a magic weapon that practitioners can only use.

Thinking of the child's admiration for the practitioner, a little curiosity arose deep in his heart, and he followed subconsciously.

Inside the room, Mr. Xu looked down at Liu Fugui for a while, then spread out the rolled cloth containing the silver needles, and pierced the key acupuncture points of his body one by one.Wisps of smoke rose from the silver needle, red to black, changing in shape, like a ghost under the dim light.

Zhang Cuihua covered her mouth in shock, not daring to look directly.From the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of her two dolls, staring at her with wide eyes. Her expression changed slightly, and she was about to go to close the door, but suddenly she heard Xu Lao yelled in a dignified way: "San—!"

The flame of the oil lamp went out for a moment, and then lit up again immediately.

The strange smoke disappeared without a trace.

Elder Xu hooked lightly with his fingers, and all the silver needles spontaneously returned to his palm as if they were alive.

"It's all right," he said.

As the words fell, Liu Fugui also got up from the bed, with a perplexed expression and even more pleasant surprise.He felt that his body was suddenly relaxed, and the anxiety and pain that had become more and more tormented were swept away, and now he didn't even feel sleepy.

Zhang Cuihua also noticed that her husband's complexion was much better than before, and the shadow between his brows was finally no longer shrouded in haze.

She couldn't hide her excitement, and thanked Elder Xu again, but the latter waved his hand, rejected the invitation to stay for dinner, and strode out of the house.

However, the moment he stepped out of the room, he suddenly heard a young male voice sounding beside him, with a bit of doubt in his tone: "Is this considered a cure?"

Old Xu paused.

He turned his head and stared at Wuming who said this, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "...Are you questioning my medical skills?"