The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

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 heaven and earth and get as close to their subconscious as possible.

They can be considered to have reached a relatively complete theoretical system, but for more folk remedies, the ingredients, dosage, and side effects they will bring to patients are all unknown. What is even more frightening is that they are uncontrollable. of.

No one knows what will happen, no one knows how bad this thing can be.

There is no line stopping there.

"These people are often not recognized by the authorities in the industry, but it has to be said that a few of them do have some skills. Without discussing side effects, their hypnosis skills are not inferior to 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 plutocrats or power agencies.

But these are not 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. "You may not be able to get these people to speak if you find them, and even if they speak, they will not be able to speak." It’s probably because of the side effects of hypnosis.”

Huo Yan closed his eyes, "Well..."

Han Qiming looked at Huo Yan again, "So can you tell me? What happened to you?"

The man is silent.

He had recovered from his previous panic and had once again transformed into an indestructible towering mountain.

Silent and solid.

Han Qiming said softly: "If I can learn some experience from you, it will probably be of great help to Miss Gu's condition."

The towering mountains shook.

Huo Yan slowly turned his head to look at him, his eyes heavy.

Just when Han Qiming thought that the man was not ready to speak, Huo Yan spoke with a deep sigh, "These days, I always have a dream."

Han Qiming sat upright calmly: "Dream?"

Huo Yan nodded, "Yes, a dream."

He seemed to hesitate, and it took him a few seconds to speak slowly, "I always dream about a funeral."

Han Qiming's eyes narrowed, "Funeral?"

"Um."

Han Qiming wanted to ask whose funeral it was, and you wanted to ask more details about the funeral, but he already knew the answer in an instant, and the muscles on his face tightened.

He didn't expect the whole process to be so fast, Huo Yan to be so direct, and the two of them got to the point of the conversation.

While he was hesitating, the man had already spoken, "It's Weiwei's funeral."

His voice was hoarse, but also firm.

"I held the coffin with my own hands, buried the soil with my own hands, carved the monument 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 many people at this funeral. Huo Yan would never wrong Miss Gu, but Huo Yan's few hands made him feel deeply lonely.

There seemed to be many people, but in fact there was only one Huo Yan.

"There were many people crying, and several masters were invited to recite sutras and perform mourning music... But I always felt as if I was the only one left at the funeral." Huo Yan seemed to speak calmly, his voice neither high nor low. It seems to be talking about another person, if you ignore his hands tightening the armrest.

"It was just a vague dream at first, but then the dream scene became more and more clear. It seemed that as soon as I opened the coffin, I could really see Weiwei lying inside."