Mysterious recovery

With this thought in mind, she fell asleep very quickly when she was drunk, and she slept very soundly.

Yang Jian also closed his eyes, he didn't sleep, because he slept yesterday, and he didn't feel tired due to his physical condition.

But as time passed slowly.

It was late at night in the village... At this time, the darkness shrouded in darkness, and the dim street lamps newly installed in the countryside were still trying their best to emit light, making the darkness not so depressing, but the surrounding was a little strangely quiet, as if winter had come, Not even the sound of bugs.

Some of the native dogs who guarded the house also hid, curled up in their dens and took a nap.

Some villagers closed their doors early to rest.

Going to bed early and getting up early has always been a living habit of rural people.

In this quiet and peaceful village, Yang Jian's spirit also gradually relaxed. He seemed to take a nap in the middle of the night, and seemed to take a nap. There was a period of time, but his consciousness Is sober, and can maintain their own thinking.

This state may seem short-lived, but in fact it may have passed for a long time.

Until a voice woke him up.

"Cousin, are you there? Come down quickly." Cousin Xiaoyuan's voice suddenly appeared in the yard outside the building.

The sound echoed in the silent night, and it was extraordinarily clear. Yang Jian, who was originally in a hazy state, woke up suddenly. His body was like a jolt, and all the drowsiness had receded, leaving him with an indescribable spirit.

Are you here?

He got up immediately and walked outside to the balcony.

Look down.

A cute girl in a raincoat with a sweet smile was looking up at herself. It was indeed raining in the village at night, and the rain was dripping down. It was sparse and not dense, but it looked a little damp and cold. The cold makes people feel uncomfortable.

"Cousin, did you see Xiaoyuan? I'm here, you come down quickly." Xiaoyuan waved her hand and shouted loudly.

Yang Jian's expression changed, and he immediately walked down: "Why are you running out so late? Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Cousin, I do this every day, and this is not the first time, come on, let's go." Xiaoyuan said and waved to the other side: "Come out."

The girl before came out timidly. She was also wearing a raincoat, but it was a bit exaggerated that she actually held a knife in her hand.

A fruit knife bought in town during the day.

"You guys are in the middle of the night, where are you going with the knife?" Yang Jian frowned suddenly, feeling that Xiaoyuan was weird tonight.

Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "Of course I went to play hide-and-seek."

hide and seek?

The more Yang Jian listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't keep up with this cousin's thinking.

"By the way, what's your friend's name? I forgot to ask during the day." Yang Jian suddenly looked at the other shy girl.

"My name is Lin Xiaoxi." The girl greeted her.

Liang Yuan took Yang Jian's arm again and said, "Hurry up, that thing will come to the village if it's later, and many people will be in danger. I don't want to be found by that thing, so We have to get out of the village as soon as possible."

Before Yang Jian could speak, he was dragged away.

The three of them walked out of the village along the road that entered the village during the day. Although it was night, there were street lights along the road, so that it would not be completely dark and blind. After all, the current social development is still quite fast. When Yang Jian was a child, at this time, if there was no moonlight or starlight outside, it would be basically dark.

"Something's wrong." As he gradually walked out of the village, Yang Jian felt that the anxiety in his heart was being magnified.

Inexplicably felt that some kind of danger was approaching.

This danger does not know where it comes from, it seems to be everywhere.

And when Yang Jian had just left the village, he was on the second floor of the old house where he was before.

There was a creaking sound in the next room, and the wooden door was flung open.

That room was the place where the portrait of Yang Jian's father was placed. Normally, no one lived there, and it was always closed. However, at night, the door seemed to be opened by someone inside.

There is nothing wrong with that.

is a person.

A young man wearing an old-fashioned jacket walked out of a room and came to the balcony.

He looked downstairs, as if he was looking at Liang Yuan who had just shouted, and then looked in the direction of the village entrance.

At the moment when he raised his head slightly, a clean face with a bit of sunlight revealed was revealed. It looked very similar to Yang Jian, but more like... the one on the table in the room. portrait.

Just this moment.

There are no so-called portraits in the room, nor is there any wooden table.

Just a very simple single bed.

It seemed that this person had slept on this single bed before, but was just woken up by someone.

at the same time.

Yang Jian was dragged by his cousin, and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi had already left the village, and was walking along the road out of the village.

This road is a bit long, with no end in sight, twists and turns, and the front is dimly lit, as if there is light, but also seems to be dark and deep.

"This is not the road outside the village during the day." Yang Jian's expression changed suddenly, and he woke up suddenly at this moment.

Have you entered the ghost realm unknowingly?

When did my vigilance become so bad, and I didn't even know that I entered the haunted realm of ghosts and was still here.

However, when Yang Jian almost subconsciously opened the ghost eye, he suddenly found that the ghost eye could not feel it... Not only that, he also found that his ghost image was gone, and the ghost hand, no, it was more than just a ghost hand , he realized that he had no hands at all.

The palm of the left hand disappeared, like a handicapped person with a severed hand.

And what frightened him the most was that he was so well adapted to the situation without this hand, he didn't find it strange at all.

As if the hand was broken for granted.

At this moment, it was still raining lightly in the sky, and the surroundings were cold and humid.

Yang Jian walked forward with his cousin and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi, just like an ordinary person whose soul was taken away by a ghost messenger, a little confused, not even resisting, everything seemed so natural.

The surrounding scenery is also different from the familiar time during the day.

There's something weird and incomprehensible.

"What the hell is going on... the cousin in front of me and that Lin Xiaoxi, are they really alive?"

For some reason, Yang Jian's heart felt a little cold at the moment.

He seemed to be unable to control all these situations, and he could only go with the flow. The ghost in his body not only disappeared, but his own state also declined very seriously, just like an ordinary person who was still in school when he did not experience any supernatural events. Students in general, all accumulated experience and growth have been emptied.

Before his doubts were revealed.

Because a person appeared on the side of the road ahead, a strange person.

The man was standing beside the road in white clothes, with a black hood on his head, motionless, like a cold corpse.

But who would put this corpse in such a place.

"Xiaoyuan, do you want to take a detour?" Lin Xiaoxi asked nervously.

Madoka didn't reply to her, but just smiled, she didn't know when there was a fruit knife in her hand, and then ran over, holding the handle of the knife with both hands, fiercely and swiftly pointed at the corpse on the side of the road. The heart stabbed.

moment.

The entire body of the knife was submerged into the heart of the corpse, leaving only the handle outside.

This action was repeated three times.

Heart, neck, and chest.

After stabbing, Madoka backed away quickly, holding the knife horizontally in front of her body, as if she was guarding against a counterattack.

The wound on the person wearing a black hood on the side of the road did not spurt out blood, but stinky and thick blood flowed out, just like a dead body.

"Pfft!"

The corpse immediately fell to the side of the road, motionless, as if it had died again.

"Okay, cousin, let's go." Xiaoyuan giggled and continued walking as if there was nothing wrong.

Yang Jian was a little lost.

Is this how Madoka's proficient stabbing movements during the day were practiced?

The corpse was obviously very strange.

Even suspected to be a ghost.

Wouldn't it be a problem to just kill him like this?

doubt.

There are still doubts in my heart.

But Yang Jian gradually began to have some guesses about his current state.

I should not be in the real world... This place is like a dream.

An incomparably real dream.

Chapter 683 My Nightmare

After Yang Jian regained his composure, he began to think about the current situation. After confirming that the ghost he controlled had disappeared and the special and weird environment here, he could make a bolder conclusion.

That is, I am dreaming.

Only dreams can explain what happened in front of your eyes.

Because in his current state, even if the starved ghost is released again, or the ghost messenger is still there, he dares to bite the bullet and stand up.

But if it was in a dream, everything would be different.

It seems that the ability of ghosts cannot be used in dreams, or the ghosts controlled by Yang Jian cannot interfere with dreams.

"This is a supernatural dream. Only when supernatural is involved, can I feel so clearly that it is so real and at the same time know that I am dreaming." Yang Jian pondered.

So how to wake up?

In other words, how to let one's consciousness go back.

He didn't dare to stay in this supernatural dream for a long time. God knows what will happen. After all, he has lost his identity as a ghost master now, and he is even a disabled person missing a hand.

"Xiaoyuan, where are you going? It's not a good thing to be too far away from the village under such circumstances." Yang Jian said.

"It's okay, anyway, no matter where we are, we can come back when the time comes, and the farther away we are, the safer, there are many unclean things around us." Xiaoyuan said with a smile.

Yang Jian said, "So you only buy knives during the day?"

"Yes." Madoka nodded quickly.

"Can real things be brought into the dream world?" Yang Jian thought about it: "So Xiaoyuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi were wearing the raincoats they bought earlier and holding fruit knives, while I didn't have anything on me. , with empty hands, only the clothes on his body."

"In addition, the disappearance of my left hand is not really gone. Maybe the ghost hand is still there, but it can't appear in the dream."

"The ghost in the dream can't pull the ghost in my body in. That is to say, once entering the dream, no matter who it is, it will become an ordinary person, even the top ghost master."

At this moment, Yang Jian thought of a supernatural event codename he saw when browsing the website: Nightmare.

Could he have encountered this supernatural event?

After briefly confirming the situation, Yang Jian regained his composure and calmed down.

The most urgent task now is not to allow myself to have accidents or die in the dream, because according to the archives of the nightmare, people die in dreams, and people in reality will also die.

And once Yang Jian's consciousness dies, his body will soon be revived by the ghost.

At that time, the entire Meishan Village, no, even the nearby towns and even big cities will be under the shadow of his ghost.

"Count to live until dawn." Yang Jian made a rough plan in his heart.

It's up to my cousin.

At the same time, he started hugging his thigh without hesitation.

Judging from the past, my cousin Madoka should have lived in this weird dream for more than a day, she seemed to have a bit of experience, she stabbed the weird corpse without any hesitation, just like a female killer, What caught his attention the most was that his cousin was still smiling when she stabbed the corpse.

But speaking of the body...

At this time, Yang Jian looked back again, and his heart shuddered.

Just now, the dead body that was stabbed three times by Madoka and fell beside it stood up at some point, standing on the road near the entrance of the village. The white clothes were stained with blood, and the black hood on the head was still It is worn on the head, but judging from the orientation of the body, it should be facing this way.

"What the hell is that? Is it a ghost, or a ghost slave?"