The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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As far as he knew, there was a sanatorium in Texas that used a drug made from hallucinogenic mushrooms, which allowed people to communicate with the universe and get as close to their subconscious as possible. Just when Han Qiming thought the man was not going to speak, Huo Yan said in a deep voice, sighing, "I've been having a dream lately." Han Qiming sat up straight without making a sound: "Dream?" Huo Yan nodded, "Yes, dream." He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before he slowly spoke, "...
As far as he knew, there was a sanatorium in Texas that used a drug made from hallucinogenic mushrooms, which allowed people to communicate with the universe and get as close to their subconscious as possible.
They have already reached a relatively complete theoretical system, but the ingredients, dosage, and side effects of most folk remedies on patients are unknown, and what is more frightening is that they are uncontrollable.
No one knows what will happen, and no one knows how bad this matter will get.
There is no boundary blocking it.
"These people are often not recognized by industry authorities, but I have to say that some of them do have some skills. If we don't discuss the side effects, their hypnotic abilities are no less than mine."
Huo Yan frowned deeply, "I'll ask someone to check it out."
There are not many of these people, but they are a little harder to find, and they are often protected by certain tycoons or powerful institutions.
But these are not the problems. The key now is to find this person.
Han Qiming frowned slightly. His attitude towards this matter was not consistent with Huo Yan's. He was not optimistic about it. "Even if you find these people, you may not be able to get them to speak. And even if they do, they probably won't be able to deal with the aftereffects of hypnosis."
Huo Yan closed his eyes and said, "Hmm..."
Han Qiming looked at Huo Yan again, "So can you tell me? What happened to you?"
The man was silent.
He had recovered from his previous panic and turned into an indestructible towering mountain again.
Silent and solid.
Han Qiming said softly: "If I can learn some experience from you, it may be of great help to Miss Gu's condition."
The towering mountains shook.
Huo Yan slowly turned his head to look at him with a serious gaze.
Just when Han Qiming thought the man was not going to speak, Huo Yan said in a deep voice, sighing, "I've been having a dream lately."
Han Qiming sat up straight without making a sound: "Dream?"
Huo Yan nodded, "Yes, dream."
He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds before he slowly spoke, "I always dream of a funeral."
Han Qiming's pupils shrank, "Funeral?"
"Um."
Han Qiming wanted to ask whose funeral it was, and you wanted to ask more details about the funeral, but he knew the answer in an instant, and the muscles on his face tensed.
He didn't expect the whole process to be so quick, and Huo Yan would be so direct, so the two of them got to the point.
While he was hesitating, the man had already spoken, "It's Weiwei's funeral."
His voice was hoarse, but firm.
"I held the coffin with my own hands, buried the earth with my own hands, carved the tombstone with my own hands, and lit the incense with my own hands."
The black funeral gradually unfolded in front of Han Qiming. There must be a lot of people at this funeral. Huo Yan would never wrong Miss Gu, but Huo Yan's few hands made him feel deeply lonely.
It seemed like there were a lot of people, but actually there was only Huo Yan.
"There were many people crying, and several masters were invited to chant scriptures, and there was funeral music... but I always felt like I was the only one left at the funeral." Huo Yan spoke seemingly calmly, his voice neither too high nor too low, as if he was talking about someone else, if you ignore his hands tightening on the armrests.
"At first it was just a vague dream, but then the scene became clearer and clearer, as if as soon as I opened the coffin, I could really see Weiwei lying inside."