Mysterious Revival-Chapter 741 - 708: Inconspicuous Places
"Damn Yang Jian, stabbing his own girlfriend like that, do you have to be so vicious, I was just kindly reminding you."
At this moment, Jiang Yan lay alone on the ground, on the verge of tears. She had just barely escaped a ghost attack, only to be wounded by the person she loved most. Perhaps this was her fate.
Blood was flowing from her abdomen, with every movement bringing tear-like pain.
But Jiang Yan didn't blame Yang Jian, because he had already said he couldn't tell who the ghost was.
"You have to succeed. Otherwise, my pain would be for nothing." Jiang Yan watched as Yang Jian chased into the ancestral hall, anxious but hopeful at the same time.
As long as this nightmare was over, everything else could be discussed.
At this very moment.
Yang Jian locked the door to the ancestral hall, trapping the ghost that had just run inside. He didn't intend to let any escape.
But there were quite a few people in the hall as well.
The villagers had been organized by someone, all hiding in there.
"Did any of you see Jiang Yan run in just now?" Yang Jian stared at everyone as he asked.
But what met him were wary, suspicious glances. Seeing the blood on Yang Jian's hands and his murderous aura, they quickly associated him with the strange occurrences in the village and suspected him of being the killer, especially since they hadn't seen him around before then.
"Yang Jian, what are you doing? Did you orchestrate all of this? What are you trying to achieve by barging in like that, planning to kill more people? I don't care how much money you have, but the events of tonight are far from over."
A middle-aged man yelled loudly, looking menacing. His name was Yang Hai, and he was a relative of Yang Jian. As for what kind of relative, even Yang Jian didn't know—after all, there were plenty of extended kin in one village.
"Put that thing down and wait here until daylight. Then we'll report this to the authorities and let them handle it."
These bizarre dreams made these people think they weren't dreaming but instead dealing with some incomprehensible, extraordinary events in reality.
Yang Jian stared at the man: "A ghost has infiltrated our group. The person who entered just now is the ghost. If any of you noticed, kill it immediately. Otherwise, more people will die here. I came here to deal with that ghost. If you stop me, the ghost will eventually kill us all."
As he spoke, he strode forward to begin identifying the ghost.
It must be someone who has blended into the crowd hurriedly; the nearby people would surely know but just hadn't processed it yet.
"Nonsense. Are you saying there's a ghost causing trouble tonight? Since when does a ghost kill with knives or steel rods?"
Yang Hai laughed out of frustration, and though the night had brought some inexplicable events, he absolutely didn't believe in the ghost theory.
"This is a nightmare, a supernatural nightmare. Everything is happening in a dream. Ghosts kill in the dream, and whoever is killed by the ghost also dies in reality. Remember what happened this morning with my cousin Xiao Yuan? Her friend Lin Xiaoxi died under strange circumstances; she beheaded herself."
"Reporting this to the police is useless. It will be deemed a suicide. The real reason is that Lin Xiaoxi was killed by the ghost in her dream."
Yang Jian scanned the room with his gaze: "So, no matter who the person who entered just now is, and no matter how well you think you know them, they must be the ghost. If you don't speak up, the ghost will slowly kill everyone here. If you want to survive, help me take it down."
"What do you mean by that, Yang Jian? Explain yourself clearly..." Yang Hai grew increasingly confused as he listened, unable to accept such information at the moment.
"Just stay out of the way and don't interfere with what I'm doing. I don't have time to explain to you right now."
Yang Jian suddenly stepped forward, stabbing Yang Hai in the stomach and then shoving him aside.
The middle-aged man called Yang Hai clutched his stomach, looking at Yang Jian in disbelief, as if he hadn't anticipated such a sudden attack.
"Who else wants to waste time talking? I said I'm only after the person who just came in," said Yang Jian coldly.
"The person who came in just now seemed to be... her." Suddenly, someone pointed to another individual.
"Right, it seemed like her. She walked over from the direction of the door not long ago, but I'm not certain, I wasn't paying much attention."
"It should be."
Seemingly intimidated by Yang Jian, the people now began to cooperate and point fingers.
The person being pointed at was a woman in her forties; she was Yang Jian's mother, Zhang Fen.
"Nonsense! I was indeed standing over there just now, but someone bumped into me, and that person didn't even look back as they entered. They immediately disappeared into the crowd. Yang Jian, don't listen to their nonsense; your mom wouldn't lie to you," Zhang Fen said indignantly.
"No one blended in. You clearly came over just now," said someone nearby while simultaneously stepping back as if in great fear.
Zhang Fen retorted, "Do you think my son Yang Jian is so easily deceived? You asked to borrow three hundred and fifty thousand from Yang Jian during the day, and now you're turning your back on me? If you think there's a problem with me, fine, I'll have Yang Jian come to your house tomorrow to collect the debt. If you don't pay up, I'll report it with the IOU."
The man's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head, not daring to retort.
After all, he had indeed borrowed the money, and his words lacked conviction.
Yang Jian's expression was chillingly grim as he gripped the bloody steel rod tightly in his hand. For the first time, he felt such fury against a ghost. It wasn't enough to manipulate Jiang Yan; now it had used his own mother as well.
Had the ghost seen through his weakness? Is this all deliberate?
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So, the Zhang Fen before me, is she a ghost, or is she also dragged into this nightmare as a mother?
Many people have pointed out that the probability of her being a ghost is very high.
Of course, it's also possible that she has been used by the ghost to create confusion, just like it previously used Jiang Yan, only this time it's doing the opposite.
"If I were the ghost, what would I do now? It reads my mind, so I need to be one step ahead with my next thought in order to break this situation; otherwise, I'll always be passive. The last time was an accidental injury, and this time it might also be an accidental injury..."
"Of course, it's also possible that the ghost knows I wouldn't dare to harm my mother severely, so it deliberately transformed into this appearance."
"Or is it neither of the two?"
Yang Jian's gaze was icy cold as he walked forward step by step, his mind racing with thoughts.
Stay calm, stay calm.
Don't let emotions restrict your thoughts.
To deal with a ghost, you have to understand its patterns of behavior.
Yang Jian recalled the first time he was killed by the ghost. He suspected that the other people at the market were the ghost, but none of them were. The real ghost was watching everything from an inconspicuous corner.
An inconspicuous corner.
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A place that is currently being overlooked.
Halfway there, he abruptly stopped walking, then immediately turned and looked back in the direction of the main entrance.
All eyes were on Yang Jian, and his attention was on his mother, Zhang Fen.
A most important place was being overlooked.
The entrance of this ancestral hall.
When Yang Jian turned his head, a villager was already standing by the entrance of the ancestral hall. That villager, with a stranger's pale and slightly eerie face, was not making any moves, merely standing there, calmly looking this way.
But that person's hand was already on the door latch.
It seems that as soon as Yang Jian makes a move, that person could leave without a sound.
Because no one would notice one less person around at that time.
"Found you," Yang Jian burst forth instantly, charging over.
Ghost Face's expression did not change; it felt no fear, nor did it show any emotions, just creepily watching as Yang Jian rushed towards it.
Yang Jian's assault was very smooth.
The body of the ghost was pierced, and just like ordinary people, it could be killed in the dream.
Yang Jian's first attack pierced its body, the second his throat, the third attack saw the rusty rebar piercing its eye socket and going deep into its head.
His strikes were ruthless and swift.
By the time he made the fourth attack, Yang Jian's hand suddenly smashed into the cement.
The ancestral hall was gone.
The rebar in his hand was gone.
There was no blood.
Everything around him had disappeared.
Yang Jian's expression flickered for a moment, and he found himself back in the room on the second floor of the old house, kneeling on the ground as if still in the position of attacking the ghost.
He looked up at his surroundings.
It was not yet dawn; the sky was still dark.
The time was half past one in the morning.
"Has the nightmare ended?" Yang Jian stared at his left hand, which was wearing a glove.
In the dream, this hand did not exist, so it was easy to tell what was reality and what was a dream.
"Did I just slaughter that ghost?"
Yang Jian was a bit startled and felt somewhat unreal. The nightmare that had toyed with him twice was truly over.
Although it was only the first success, as long as he could follow through this once, he could forever eliminate the nightmare that had troubled this place for a long time.
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