Small Mountain Village.
It was already summer, but the weather this year seemed rather unusual. It was a little cold.
Li Fan sat beneath the peach tree, sipping tea and reading a light novel.
"Is Xiao Li home?"
Second Uncle's voice came from outside the Small Courtyard.
"I'm here. Come on in."
Li Fan called out, and Gongya had already gone to open the door.
Second Uncle and Uncle Zhang came in together.
"Second Uncle, Uncle Zhang, what brings you here? Please, have a seat."
Li Fan put down his book and smiled.
"Gongya, bring us some tea."
Gongya went to prepare the tea. Second Uncle and Uncle Zhang sat down beside Li Fan. Second Uncle seemed hesitant, as if he didn't know how to begin.
"Second Uncle, is something the matter? You can tell me."
Only then did Second Uncle speak.
"Xiao Li, here's the thing... I had a dream last night."
Li Fan looked puzzled. "A dream?"
Second Uncle nodded.
"I dreamed our village had been struck by disaster. The roads were cut off, the houses had collapsed... In the black fog, ghosts were running wild everywhere. They swallowed and devoured the villagers... Not even a blade of grass or a single tree survived..."
His expression was grave.
Li Fan smiled when he heard this. "There's no need to worry, Second Uncle. It was just a dream. Go to bed early, get up early, and practice more. Don't fret over it. What weighs on your mind by day will haunt your dreams by night."
But Second Uncle grew anxious. "Xiao Li, you don't understand. It wasn't just me. Old Wang had the very same dream!"
"This definitely means something terrible is about to happen!"
Li Fan was surprised. Two people had dreamed the same dream?
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