Mysterious Revival-Chapter 736 - 703: The Peril of Blending into the Crowd

"Has everyone in the village entered this nightmare?"

At that moment, Yang Jian realized the seriousness of the situation. He had not expected what seemed like a minor supernatural event to spiral out of control like this, and the extent of the affected area might not be limited to just one village, it could also include nearby villages and even the county town, all possibly under the influence of the malevolent spirit.

"Ouch!"

Jiang Yan cried out in pain as she looked at the bite mark on her slender arm and was suddenly struck dumb.

"It’s no use. You can’t break free from this nightmare through pain. It doesn’t matter if you bite yourself, even if you were stabbed with a knife, you wouldn’t wake up; plus, if you die in the dream, then you would really die in reality. Remember the girl called Lin Xiaoxi during the day?"

Yang Jian glanced at her and said, "She was killed by a ghost in her dream, and then under the influence of supernatural power, she decapitated herself."

"I see," Jiang Yan couldn’t help but shiver at that.

"So what do we do? How can we escape this nightmare and wake up?"

Although she was uneasy, Jiang Yan remained relatively calm. After all, as an ordinary person who had experienced two supernatural events, her mental resilience was quite strong.

"There’s a ghost in this dream, one that blends into the crowd. Find the ghost and kill it, and this nightmare will be over."

Yang Jian calmly stated, "But I’ll take care of it. You don’t get involved. Just go back to your room, lock the door, and stay there. Once I have taken care of the ghost, you will naturally wake up from the dream."

After saying that, he immediately prepared to go downstairs and leave the old house to search for the ghost in the village.

"Wait, wait."

Jiang Yan quickly grabbed Yang Jian’s arm, looking pitiful, and said, "I’m scared without you by my side. Can you take me with you? I promise not to cause trouble. I can be very good."

"No way because I can’t be sure whether or not you are the ghost in the dream."

Yang Jian said coldly, "The best course of action is to isolate you. If you’re the ghost, you’ll definitely leave this room. If you’re not, then stay put and don’t wander off."

His words were straightforward, and his suspicion of Jiang Yan remained.

"How could I possibly be the ghost? You’re overthinking it. I just want to stay with you," Jiang Yan pouted, showing a trace of grievance.

"You don’t have a choice."

Yang Jian was firm, "Get into the room, now. Remember, trust no one. If anyone calls you out, don’t go. If someone breaks in, they’re definitely not human, and don’t hesitate to either kill them or figure out a way to escape by yourself."

"If you leave me alone, I’ll definitely die of fright," Jiang Yan was unwilling to stay by herself, thinking that being with Yang Jian was the safest option.

This was a blind dependency.

"Nonsense. The first time I met you, you hid in the bathroom for several days and you were fine. Your mental endurance isn’t that weak," Yang Jian said.

Although Jiang Yan was timid, she had the capacity to endure, otherwise she would have already become mentally unstable.

"That settles it then. I’m leaving."

Yang Jian did not linger. He left Jiang Yan alone and immediately went downstairs.

Jiang Yan wanted to hold him back, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud. She knew she couldn’t stop Yang Jian from doing what he needed to do, so she reluctantly obeyed, retreating to her room and locking the door.

Yang Jian refused to take Jiang Yan with him because the circumstances within the nightmare were different from reality, and the more people around, the more dangerous it was.

After going downstairs, he glanced into another room.

The door was firmly locked, showing no sign of being opened.

That was his mother’s room, and the scene within the nightmare was very close to the reality of the village.

"Did my mom also have a nightmare?" he hesitated, but couldn’t be sure, so he looked around the past.

The arrangement of the room had reverted to how it looked over a decade ago, with an old wooden bed, a dressing table, several large wooden figures... It was clean and tidy, but uninhabited.

This phenomenon made him uncertain whether his mother had entered this nightmare.

He searched the kitchen.

Sure enough.

Yang Jian didn’t find any kitchen knives or scissors. In this nightmare, weapons were very scarce; the ghosts in the dreams wouldn’t give others much chance to fight back.

If there were a chance to obtain a weapon, it was very likely a trap, a snare laid out specifically for you by a vengeful ghost.

After leaving the old house, Yang Jian looked up at the gloomy sky and scanned his surroundings.

He could be sure that this wasn’t his own dream.

Everything was unfamiliar to him, not the slightest sense of recognition, but this was both good and bad. At least the supernatural events he had experienced in the depths of his own dreams wouldn’t surface, otherwise, this already dangerous dream would become even more eerie.

"If this isn’t my dream, then whose is it?"

Yang Jian pondered, but his feet didn’t stop; he headed towards an open space in the center of the village.

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Quite a few people had gathered there.

They were villagers of the village.

Some were visibly anxious, some couldn’t comprehend and frowned in thought, while others shouted loudly that there was a haunting, it had to be a ghost.

"There are a lot of people in the village, most of whom are villagers – that’s certain, but I don’t recognize many of them, so as far as I am concerned, any one of them could be a ghost. However, if that’s the case, then it’s a headache. Once the ghost hides, it’s impossible to find them."

At that moment, Yang Jian felt a bit of a headache.

However, just as Yang Jian was about to walk over, suddenly,

he spotted a figure hiding in the shadows of a nearby alley, wearing a raincoat, holding a gleaming fruit knife that faintly reflected the cold light.

"Is that my cousin Xiao Yuan? She’s in the dream too?" Yang Jian froze for a moment.

But then, he saw Xiao Yuan rush out of the alley, ready to kill the villager closest to her.

The villager, utterly unaware, was squatting on the open ground, chatting with others, discussing the causes of the day’s strange events.

The ghosts hadn’t started killing yet; they didn’t realize the dreadfulness of the nightmare, so they weren’t afraid yet.

Yang Jian’s face changed dramatically, and he immediately rushed over, grabbing Xiao Yuan before she could kill the villager.

"Cousin, why are you stopping me?" Xiao Yuan tilted her head and looked at him, somewhat puzzled.

"What are you trying to do?" Yang Jian asked.

Xiao Yuan said, "Of course I’m going to kill him. With so many people around, the ghost should be here, right?"

"The whole village has come, and there’s only one ghost. If you keep killing like this, the people will be wiped out before the ghost is touched. It’s fine when there aren’t many people, but with so many, your method won’t work," Yang Jian said very seriously.

Because if Xiao Yuan continued like this, the people of the village would all be dead by tomorrow.

The cost was too high just to resolve a nightmare.

Besides, even after killing the ghost, today’s nightmare would end, but it would continue the next day.

"If we don’t kill them, the ghosts will, and they will delay our time, causing the ghosts to appear very late," Xiao Yuan said, her thoughts quite unique.

Yang Jian was suddenly at a loss for words.

What she said seemed to make sense, as everyone in the dream would be attacked by ghosts, and the later you are attacked, the greater the danger.

So strictly speaking, the fewer people having nightmares, the earlier the ghosts will show up, increasing the probability of you ending the nightmare.

"Once you start killing, chaos erupts, and things will become even more troublesome. Besides, you can’t possibly kill everyone with so many people; someone is bound to fight back. By then, you’ll have to guard against both the ghosts and the people. If that happens, this nightmare could very well last until dawn without ending,"

Yang Jian did not agree with Xiao Yuan’s method.

It depends on the situation. Some situations are suitable for a killing spree, but not the current one.

Moreover, most of the people in this village have relatives who care about them, and Xiao Yuan’s parents may well be in this nightmare.

"Then, Cousin, do you have any ideas?" Xiao Yuan asked curiously.

Yang Jian fell silent.

He really had no good ideas; he stumbled in the last nightmare,

"If we just wait, we’ll all die," Xiao Yuan reminded him.

"..." Yang Jian’s face darkened.

He didn’t need reminding; he had experienced it once before,

But at that moment, from the silent village came a scream that was both full of terror and misery.

The sound was not far, very close in fact, likely just four or five houses away.

"Hmm?" Yang Jian immediately looked in the direction of the scream.

"It must be over there." Xiao Yuan reacted faster, donning a raincoat and clutching a fruit knife, she dashed rapidly towards the source.

"Has the ghost started killing?"

Yang Jian did not hesitate and immediately followed suit.

If they could successfully find the ghost, they might break the deadlock and avoid constantly being on the defensive.

Very soon.

Yang Jian arrived at the destination.

It was the entrance to an old house, where someone lay in a pool of blood with eyes wide open, a face frozen in despair and horror.

Dead.

The fatal wound was the neck, pierced by a steel bar as thick as a finger, and there were several other wounds on the body.

In the pool of blood were a pair of clear footprints.

Just before, the ghost stood here, ended the villager’s life, and then left.

The direction of departure was down a dark, secluded alley.

Xiao Yuan had already chased after it, her footsteps echoing down that alley, and from the sound, it was evident the departure was swift.

Yang Jian chose not to pursue.

He knew that if Xiao Yuan really encountered the ghost, Xiao Yuan was more likely to win, so he needn’t worry about her, a veteran of nightmares.

He looked at the body beside him.

Yang Jian squatted down and pulled the steel bar from the dead person’s neck.

This was his only weapon in this nightmare.

To prevent his hand from slipping on the blood, he tore a piece of cloth from the body and wrapped it around the steel bar.

"Yang Jian, did you... kill someone?" a middle-aged man who heard the noise and came running asked uncertainly.

Yang Jian didn’t even turn his head as he stood up. "Give your eyes to someone who needs them if you’re not using them. Are you blind? The person was already dead when I got here, and I was still with you when the scream happened."

"Wait a minute..."

Suddenly, he observed the wound on the victim’s neck.

Then he thought of the previous scream.

With such a wound, the blood would’ve blocked the throat, making it impossible for the person to scream.

And the blood on the ground was already cold; the person obviously hadn’t just died.

So the scream heard just before couldn’t have possibly come from this person as they died.

Yang Jian’s eyes snapped to the red bloody footprints next to him, and his heart chilled,

The one who screamed was not human, but a ghost.

The bloody footprints on the road might have been deliberately left by the ghost to lure Xiao Yuan there.

"Damn, is Xiao Yuan in danger?"

Yang Jian’s expression changed dramatically; he suspected Xiao Yuan was the ghost’s target. The ghost probably already knew about this troublesome person in the dream, as Xiao Yuan had dealt with the ghost more than once before.

So this time, did the ghost want to take out Xiao Yuan first?

He couldn’t afford to hesitate.

He immediately followed the direction Xiao Yuan had taken.

"Yang Jian, where are you going? Whether you killed the person or not, you can’t just run off, we need to report this immediately," the middle-aged man shouted, clearly not yet grasping the gravity of the situation.

Yang Jian followed the bloody footprints and soon disappeared around the corner.

But shortly after he left,

Inside the old house in front of the corpse, an old wooden door slightly creaked open, revealing darkness. Yet behind that small gap, the bloodless, pale face of someone—unnervingly strange—suddenly appeared. They hid within, and though only ten meters away, they went unnoticed.

"Creak!"

At that moment, the door opened, and the person walked out,

However, that pale face had changed, now looking absolutely ordinary, like any typical villager with nothing particular about them.

And the villagers who had come to look at the corpse paid no attention to this detail.

Thus, a ghost had silently blended into the crowd.