activa-t Chapter 273: Staying behind closed doors
Chapter 273: Staying behind closed doors
However, this rare tranquility is always as short-lived as the morning dew. As night fell, Shen Yan fell into a dream, and once again used both hands and feet to start a fierce "war of words" with the invisible enemy in the dream - if that can be called "swearing", this time the target is more accurate, it is those entangled wronged souls.
Song Yunfeng felt mixed emotions, and a story he had read in "Miscellaneous Notes on Strange Stories" flashed through his mind: some people's souls would leave their bodies in dreams and fight a desperate battle with evil spirits. If they were defeated, their souls would be damaged and they would never wake up again. He was anxiously thinking about how he could intervene and help her escape from this endless nightmare?
He knew that evil spirits feared the sun, so should he try to pass on his own yang energy to her, even if it was only a trace? Or, would it be the most direct and effective way to wake her up from her dream? Song Yunfeng was struggling internally, and at this moment, Shen Yan's curse in her dream seemed to pause, and then a thought slipped out of her mouth, making the atmosphere a little more relaxed.
"Hey, why don't you go ask my grandfather for help? He's a miracle doctor with superb medical skills, but he doesn't easily pass on his knowledge to others. Even people in the palace come to him privately to seek medical treatment and ask for medicine!" Shen Yan's words carried a hint of pride.
Song Yunfeng also breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face. "Isn't your family quite wealthy? How about you send me a dream and ask your family to send something to Grandpa?"
Shen Yan's suggestions became more and more fanciful. "What a great idea! Let's burn a large model of a Chinese medicine shop and a few paper doctors so that Grandpa won't be too busy. Oh, and let's also have Grandpa's favorite green plum wine. Oh, and let's hire a chef who can cook Anhui cuisine. Grandpa has a preference for that kind of food."
"What's his name? Oh, Zisang Ruogu. Sounds pretty impressive, right?" Song Yunfeng asked casually.
Shen Yan's tone changed, and there was a bit of seriousness in the joke, "Why can't I take my mother's last name? You kid, just talk too much and see..."
Song Yunfeng was speechless for a moment, and the second half of the sentence drifted in the air. He was no longer interested in listening. Zisang Ruogu, the old master who enjoyed a high reputation in the Divine Doctor Valley, was indeed Shen Yan's grandfather. But this series of information made his originally clear thoughts suddenly become chaotic. Wasn't Shen Yan a soul from another time and space? Could it be that he had misunderstood all along, and she was actually the original Shen Yan?
But this seems to be logically inconsistent. Shen Yan knew nothing about her origins, and with the disastrous incident of the extermination of the whole family in the Divine Doctor Valley, how could she have the opportunity to meet her grandfather? Same name and surname? The surname Zisang is not common, and it is almost impossible.
Song Yunfeng's thoughts were like the falling leaves in autumn, chaotic and disorganized. On the other side, Shen Yan had fallen into a deep sleep, seemingly unaware of the disturbances in the outside world.
The next morning, Shen Yan did not notice the complex emotions in Song Yunfeng's eyes when he examined her. She got up early as usual and went up the mountain, bringing back a basket full of herbs, which she handed over to Yi Ge'er and Yuan Yuan for processing. The work in the field came to a temporary end. Thinking about the plight of her family and her unfulfilled wishes, Zhao decided to go to the City God Temple first to burn incense and pray for the health of the whole family.
Shen Yan handed her mother a small porcelain bottle containing two pills. "Mom, the brown one is a drug for knockouts. Once crushed, the powder will spread quickly. Remember to hold your breath when using it. The red one is poison. If you are really in a critical situation, taking it will put you in a state similar to suspended animation for a short period of time. You can confuse the enemy by vomiting blood, and then look for an opportunity to escape."
"Mom, you must keep it properly in case of emergency." Shen Yan's tone revealed a seriousness that could not be ignored.
At present, Shen Yan can only prepare these two emergency plans. After all, no one can predict whether those enemies will attack again, and they cannot stay indoors all day.
"I'm going with Aunt Wang and the others. Those people shouldn't dare to go too far, right?" Zhao tightly grasped the medicine bottle, her hands trembling slightly, revealing her inner uneasiness. As an ordinary rural woman, she had never experienced such a tense situation.
"It's better to be safe than sorry. If we really encounter bandits, at least we will have a chance to escape. Think about what happened to Dad on the official road last time. Mom, if we really run into bandits, we must not panic, and we must not be soft-hearted, otherwise our safety will be in danger." Shen Yan's words were firm and calm. When Zhao mentioned her father's injury, her face darkened, and anger gradually overwhelmed her fear.
That's right, if she was in danger, she would show no mercy. Killing the bandits would not only make her innocent, but she would also get a reward from the government!
At this time, Song Yunfeng stood quietly by the door, leaning on the wooden stick in his hand, looking a little lonely. "Brother, do you want to go to the bathroom? I'll help you." Yuanyuan was quick-witted and ran forward to help.
Zhao pretended to blame, "Yuanyuan, move aside. This is what your sister-in-law should do."
Shen Yan shook her head helplessly, feeling a little bitter in her heart.
"Yan Yan, you've worked hard these past two days. I'll be leaving now and will be back before noon." Zhao said to Shen Yan with gratitude, then hurried away with the basket.
Looking at Zhao's back, Shen Yan turned to Song Yunfeng and asked softly, "Do you need me to help you go?"
I thought he would decline, but unexpectedly Song Yunfeng nodded: "Okay."
Didn't this guy always try to avoid my help? His mood changes so quickly.
After walking a few steps, he gently pushed Shen Yan away, smiling and indicating that he could do it and didn't need to be accompanied. "Be careful not to accidentally slip into the pit." Shen Yan reminded half-jokingly, with a mischievous light in his eyes.
The toilets in the village were simple and crude, just a hole dug in the ground and covered with stone slabs. Although a person would not fall into them, the embarrassment of slipping and falling was enough to leave a lasting impression on people.
Hearing this, Yi Ge'er couldn't help but groan, and a look of disgust appeared on his face: "Sister-in-law, when you mention this, I can't help but think of Lai Bazi's disgusting appearance."
There always seem to be a few idle characters in every village, and Lai Bazi is a notorious rogue in Luoxia Village. Because his theft was exposed and he was punished by the villagers, he was left with mottled scars on his face, and the nickname "Lai Bazi" spread like wildfire.
"What happened to Lai Bazi? What has he done now?" the people nearby asked curiously.
Yige'er curled his lips and lowered his voice to describe vividly: "This guy has no shame and actually bullied Shuanzi's grandmother. As a result, Shuanzi couldn't stand it, so when Lai Bazi went to the toilet, he secretly put a big firecracker in. Just imagine the scene, sparks flew everywhere, feces spurted like a fountain, and Lai Bazi was all over, oh..."