But the boy looked at the village, frowned, and said, "Is your family the largest courtyard facing south?" Han Yiming knew that this person was very capable and different from ordinary people at this time, and said, "Yes, please follow me, my father will be respectful as a guest of honor." The boy shook his head and said, "It's better not to go, as I said, I won't go, you don't want to go." Han Yiming was stunned and felt a trembling heart. This boy had great magical powers. If he didn't let himself go, it would be difficult for him to go back. Before he could ask for it, the boy said, "I didn't let you go back, but it would be useless if you went back." Seeing that he didn't seem to stop him, Han Yiming hurriedly said, "My benefactor saves my life and sends me back again. I beg my benefactor to go back with me. My father will do his best to thank his benefactor."

The boy sighed, pondered for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll go back with you. You are so stubborn, alas." He sighed again. When Han Yiming heard that he responded to him, he didn't pay attention to his sigh. He had already been extremely happy and pulled his feet away, leading the boy to walk towards the house.

The Han family is the largest landlord here. The gates are crowded all over the place. However, when they came to the door of the house, they saw that the courtyard door that was open on weekdays was closed tightly. There were always family members and farmers in front of the door of the Han family, but there was no one at all. The situations of the past shuttled and left in and out were very different. Han Yiming felt a chill, and hesitantly rose from the bottom of his feet, and became scared. He stood up for a while, and hesitantly reached out to pat the door. He reached out to the middle of the way, and stopped for a few times, but hesitantly did not dare to land on the door.

The young man said, "Don't pat, follow me." His left hand gently flicked Han Yiming's hand. Han Yiming's hand patted the thick vermilion door and then sank into it, as if the door had suddenly disappeared. He looked closely and saw that the vermilion door of his house was still standing in front of him, with both doors connected. Han Yiming was shocked and hurriedly pulled his hand back and looked at his hand for a while, but he saw that his hand was still fine. He sighed and reached out to pat the door. He watched his hand touch the door, but he still felt like there was no door leaf, and he sank directly into it. He pulled his hand back and looked again. This time he didn't dare to use this hand again, changed his hand and slapped the door.

Suddenly his arms tightened, but the boy reached out to grab his arm, dragged him, and walked in. The boy dragged him, but he couldn't help but jumped forward with him. After he stood firm, the two of them walked in outside the Zhuqi door, which was closed tightly, and stood in the front yard.

There was no one in the yard. Han Yiming was stunned for a while, and his already uneasy heart became more and more scared. Looking around, he saw that the yard was empty and he could not even hear the voices. The doors and windows of the main hall were wide open, and a few hibiscus plants were planted in the front yard. It was the flowering season. His mother loved hibiscus flowers the most. Whenever she saw the falling flowers, she would pick them up and put them by the window. But at this time, the ground was full of dry hibiscus flowers, and even countless hibiscus flowers fell in the ditch beside the main hall.

Han Yiming was stunned for a while, the chill that rose from the soles of his feet became stronger and stronger, and even his teeth were fighting. After standing for a while, he didn't know where the strength came from. He ran to the backyard and shouted, "Dad, mother, Ming'er is back!" He ran from the front yard to the back yard, and then ran from the back yard to the front yard, but there was no one there. The doors and windows of the back yard were also wide open, even the same was true for his parents' bedroom.

When I came to the front yard, I slowly walked into the main hall. I saw that the tables in the main hall were empty, and the displays on it were gone. A layer of dust was covered with the bright paint surface. At a glance, I knew that no one had been hit. Han Yiming stood in the main hall, anxious and afraid, and didn't know what to do.

The boy stood aside, watched him run out and finally stood in the house, and walked up to him and said, "I told you just now, it would be better if I don't come." Han Yiming was stunned for a while and said, "Did my parents go and visit relatives?" He was worried and anxious, and was about to shed tears. He asked others about where their parents were going. It was really foolish, but at this moment he was hoping that the boy would say "yes". Looking at the boy, the boy shook his head and sighed: "Do you listen to the truth or to lie?"

Han Yiming couldn't answer, but just stared at him in a daze. The young man smiled faintly and said, "I know there is no one here at the entrance of the village, and of course I know where they are going. But I ask you, do you want to listen to the truth or to listen to lies?" Han Yiming said, "True, the truth." He was scared and stuttered.

The boy said, "You are the only son in the family. Your parents have all passed away." Han Yiming felt the thunder in his ears, and he was stunned, looking at the boy. After a while, he said, "Why are you lying to me? You are lying to me, you are lying to me with great magic." The boy smiled coldly and said, "What are the benefits of me if I lie to you?"

Han Yiming said, "My parents are both healthy and have no illness. Even the fortune teller told his father in the past, and they all said that he was 80 years old, so how could he be so arrogant?..." He gritted his teeth and couldn't continue. The young man said, "I'll tell you to listen to you. Ling Zun is not confused this year. Even Ling Tang is thirty-seven years old, right?" Han Yiming had never talked about his parents' birthdays and outsiders, but the young man said in one word, and he couldn't speak, staring at him blankly.

Seeing that he stopped talking, the young man said, "Fortune Teller, if you really have some talent to understand the fate book and have real skills, you can still count your life. This gentleman is a little capable, but what he said is eighty, which may have doubled Lingzun's life span, and everyone would be more happy to listen. Who said that others have short life? Well, if you don't believe it, go out and ask your neighbors now. Will Lingzun Lingtang be considered a sudden death?" Han Yiming didn't dare to go out and ask, and stood there and shed tears.

Seeing that he was still moving, the boy said, "Actually, what I said is right if you ask or not." Han Yiming's eyes turned dark and he fainted on the ground.

When he woke up, the sun was already facing west. The boy floated in the air in the house. He sat cross-legged, his hands on his knees, his thumb and index finger were linked. Han Yiming turned over, and the boy opened his eyes and said, "It's been seventeen days since you left home?" Han Yiming, indeed, it's been seventeen days.

The boy nodded and sighed, "Do you still want to meet your parents?" Han Yiming gave a clever blow, knelt down on his knees, and said, "Benefather, if my benefactor can let me see them again, I will take my life and take it with my benefactor." The boy said, "What do I want your life? I will do my good person to the end, and I will help you again."
Chapter completed!