Spiritual Recovery: The Strongest Replication System

Did Liu Wan really appear, or was it his own dream?

Qin Mu felt that his body and head were groggy, and he almost groped to get out of bed.

It was at this time that Qin Mu barely reacted.

Liu Wan was trapped in the place where the body was buried, and there was no way to follow Qin Mu to leave, let alone find the hotel where he lived.

Most of it is also my own dream.

Just as Qin Mu figured it out, there was a sound of footsteps coming from far and near outside the door.

He frowned, without thinking at all, he asked sharply, "Who is at the door?"

Qin Mu's voice was loud, and the people outside the door did hear it, but they didn't stop, they just got closer.

Then there was a knock on the door, accompanied by Peng Yue's voice, "It's me, why are you awake?"

Hearing it was Peng Yue's voice, Qin Mu realized that his nerves were a little too tense, he rushed to the door, and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Peng Yue held a porcelain bowl in her hand, exuding a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Qin Mu closed the door after she entered the room, and the two of them sat at the table in the room.

"What is this?" Qin Mu looked at the soup in the porcelain bowl.

"You had a fever last night. This is the fever-reducing medicine I made for you." After saying this, Peng Yue suddenly got up and bent over, approaching Qin Mu, and then her slender index finger covered Qin Mu's forehead. On the forehead, "It's still a little hot, you should drink this bowl of medicine. I've let it cool down a bit, it's just right, it's very suitable for the mouth."

Hearing what Peng Yue said, Qin Mu, who was stunned by this sudden movement, finally reacted.

Many questions came to his mind, but he still picked up the medicine bowl and drank all the soup and medicine in one go.

The bitterness in his mouth was spreading, even Qin Mu couldn't help frowning.

"Why traditional Chinese medicine?" Qin Mu remembered and asked at this moment.

Peng Yue saw that he was frowning bitterly, and couldn't hold back a smile on the corner of her mouth, "There is no pharmacy around here, but this bowl of traditional Chinese medicine is still in stock of the proprietress!"

Qin Mu nodded and didn't bother with this question anymore.

"You said I had a fever last night?" Qin Mu wasn't doubting this fact, he just wanted to ask clearly.

Peng Yue could understand what he said, "Yes, you not only have a fever, but you have been talking nonsense."

"...What did I say?" Qin Mu asked.

"I can't hear anything else, but you keep repeating the name Wang Daqiang." Peng Yue answered him very quickly.

Qin Mu pursed his lips. In the dream, he already knew the name of the village where Liu Wan was. Since the fever had almost subsided, he also happened to go and have a look.

He stood up and looked at Peng Yue, "I have some things to deal with, because I promised that female ghost in advance, so I can't tell you clearly."

Peng Yue smiled indifferently, "I just said, that female ghost must have said something to you. Sure enough, I guessed right. I don't want to know what you talked about, but I am worried about your body. I want to follow you."

This was not an excessive request, and Qin Mu quickly agreed.

He hastily filled his stomach, found out the location of the village, and Peng Yue drove him there quickly.

The village where Liu Wan lived was called Shoulong Village, and it was about two hours' drive from the hotel where Qin Mu and Peng Yue lived.

When they got to that village, it happened to be the hottest time.

"This village..." Peng Yue carefully observed the layout of the village, with a shocked expression on his face, "It's exactly the same as the illusion."

The only difference is that this village is not so dilapidated, and there are many villagers living there.

Qin Mu found a passing villager and asked him for news, "We are here to visit relatives for an old man, can I ask someone for you?"

Upon hearing Qin Mu's words, the stopped villagers quickly looked at the two of them, and were obviously relieved to find that they were not poor and poor.

"Okay, who do you want to ask?" He replied in a very hearty voice, which was in great contrast to the sizing up just now.

"I don't know if you know someone named Wang Daqiang?" Qin Mu said, recalling Wang Daqiang's appearance carefully, "It's about half a head shorter than me, with very dark skin, and someone from other places who speaks heavily. Accent. Oh, and he seems to have a scar on his right cheek."

The villagers were stunned, and looked at Qin Mu in surprise, "You said you came to see Wang Daqiang? What kind of relative are you?"

"Yes, I'm looking for Wang Daqiang, but I'm not his relative. I'm looking for his god-brother on behalf of an old man in the family." Qin Mu said in a leisurely manner, using the excuses he made up on the road. come out.

As soon as these words came out, the villagers were relieved, and nodded understandingly, "Yes, the old man is old, and he always likes to recall these things about the Year of the Monkey."

"Then you know this Wang Daqiang?" Peng Yue didn't like to chat with others at this time, so she asked in a timely manner.

"Of course I do. I'm a native here." The villager said, sighing again, "But you came at a bad time. This Wang Daqiang has been dead for many years."

died? !
Qin Mu was stunned for a moment.

People die and things disappear. This sentence means that people are gone, and there is no way to settle any grievances.

But he promised Liu Wan. Could it be that Wang Daqiang is dead and let Liu Wan take it easy?

Qin Mu can be sure that such words will not be of any use to Liu Wan who has resented him for so many years.

After thinking about it for a while, Qin Mu looked at the villagers in front of him, "This is really difficult. The old man is inevitably a little stubborn about this kind of thing... Does Wang Daqiang have any sons and grandchildren? Are they still alive? I will see his descendants. It’s easy to do business when you go back.”

The villagers showed Qin Mu and Peng Yue a way, and Qin Mu thanked him and took Peng Yue down the road.

Soon I saw an old house with a yard that was very dilapidated compared to other houses.

Qin Mu stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Excuse me, is this Wang Daqiang's home?"

As soon as this sentence came out, a man who was about six or seven points like Wang Daqiang came out.

"What do you want from my father? He passed away many years ago." The man's expression was very puzzled, and he just asked Qin Mu through the iron gate without opening the door.

After Qin Mu explained the previous excuse, the man opened the door for him, put the two of them into the yard, and then led them into the living room.

"My name is Wang Lu, and I'm Wang Daqiang's son." Wang Lu poured water for them, "I didn't expect my father's old friend to miss him."

"Of course, the old man in the family really wants to see your father again, but it's a pity..." Qin Mu sighed in a dignified manner, "Why did you disappear all of a sudden?"

"It wasn't all of a sudden. My father committed some crimes at that time. He was reported and went to jail. I didn't expect that he just came out...and died at the entrance of the village." Wang Lu said in a very sad tone.