Mysterious Revival-Chapter 717 - 684 Other People

If all this is indeed a dream, then this dream is very likely targeted at Yang Jian alone. Of course, this is just a guess; it's also possible that the dream targets everyone.

But no matter what.

Within this dream, none can be completely trusted, not even Yang Jian's cousin Xiao Yuan, nor Xiao Yuan's companion Lin Xiaoxi.

Because they might not have entered the dream from reality, instead they might be characters that already exist within the dream.

In other words, besides oneself, anyone else in the dream could potentially be a ghost.

As for how to discern that... Yang Jian felt it was impossible, at least with his current situation he could not do it, he could only heighten his own vigilance and be cautious of everyone around him, lest he perish in the dream without understanding how.

After all, regardless of whether this dream is connected to reality, dying within a supernatural incident is certainly not going to be of any benefit.

"This is Yang Town during the day time from before... now it seems to be influenced by me, signs of the Ghost Rope's attack manifesting in the dream, just like the headless corpse in the wilderness, as if the ghosts in the dream can read people's life experiences," he muttered.

After realizing this, Yang Jian, for some reason, suddenly thought of a particular supernatural item he possessed.

The blood-stained old newspaper.

The old newspaper stained with blood had the ability to change other people's memories. If combined with this dream-entering ghost... could it be possible to alter someone's memories right within the dream?

Of course, this was just a speculation and not necessarily true.

"Xiao Yuan, you seem quite familiar with this place, do you come here often?" Yang Jian asked expressionlessly. Although he was wary of Xiao Yuan, suspecting she might be a ghost, he did not leave, for everything thus far was merely his own conjecture.

If his cousin was indeed real, he still had to take care of her, he couldn't just stand by and watch her face danger.

Xiao Yuan chewed on her finger and thought for a moment: "I don't know, it feels like I've been here for a long time, yet it also feels like I've never been here before."

She seemed unable to clearly remember her experiences within the dream, forgetting many things, but some instincts remained.

Yang Jian looked at the town hanging with many corpses, his gaze cautious: "This place isn't safe, perhaps we should avoid this town and go somewhere else."

If this dream is really influenced by him, then upon entering this town the three of them were very likely to encounter strange attacks.

Now, knowing he was in a dream without a way to exit, resisting the attack of fierce ghosts was extremely difficult.

"We can't do that, if we don't find that thing and kill it, we have no way of leaving this place," Xiao Yuan said somewhat troubled: "So we have to actively find that thing."

"By 'that thing,' do you mean the ghost in the dream?" Yang Jian's heart grew cold before he added, "That thing won't be easy to find, will it?"

Lin Xiaoxi, who was somewhat timid, said: "Not at all, that thing is easy to find because it will come to us. This time won't be an exception; we just don't know when it will appear, but we must encounter it first so that we have enough time to kill it."

"And what if we don't have enough time?" Yang Jian was surprised.

There was even a time limit within the dream.

Lin Xiaoxi said, "The later that thing appears, the more dangerous it becomes. If it's too late, we won't be able to deal with it and will only get killed."

At this point, she looked very scared.

Yang Jian didn't understand the situation very well but grasped Lin Xiaoxi's meaning.

The ghost here would approach one's side at some point to attack, but there was a time limit; the later you are attacked by the ghost, the more dangerous it becomes. Conversely, it should be the same logic; the earlier the ghost attacks, the weaker it is because the dream has only just begun.

That's why there's a need to proactively search, to approach the ghost on one's initiative, so that the ghost attacks you first, then you use the opportunity to kill the ghost in the dream.

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Of course, ghosts can't be killed to death, otherwise, this nightmare wouldn't keep going on and on.

Therefore, Yang Jian was certain that successfully killing a ghost in the dream must be a way to break free and wake up from the nightmare.

"That's why we have to leave the village, to keep moving. The three of us are like sitting ducks, ready to attract any nearby ghosts. Those headless bodies just now probably didn't contain a real ghost, or they wouldn't have let us off so easily," Yang Jian gradually deduced some so-called patterns.

"Where are you, where are you? Come out, we're here." Xiao Yuan hummed a cute tune, wandering through the streets of the county town.

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She completely ignored all the eeriness, actually taking the initiative to look for malevolent spirits.

As if she were the master of this dreamscape.

Yang Jian remained silent, having no choice but to follow, but, wary, he didn't dare get too close. If Xiao Yuan turned out to be a ghost, a mere backhanded strike could end him in this dream.

Was she a lifesaving presence or a deadly malevolent spirit?

It all depended on his ability to discern.

Unconsciously, he found himself at the very back as the three of them entered the county town together.

The environment of the county town was dark and oppressive. The buildings and streets nearby were in ruins, as if they hadn't been inhabited for over a decade. Some areas were different from the real county town, like an ancient-looking bluestone path, winding far into the distance. This path didn't exist in the daytime reality. There were also some old houses that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Yet these newfound places didn't seem abrupt at all. On the contrary, they blended perfectly, as if they were meant to have been there all along.

The desolate county town was deathly silent, with only the corpses hanging from grass ropes overhead impossible to ignore.

The bodies, dangling in midair, swayed slightly, deterring any glances directed upward. Some of the bodies were so low that their toes could touch the scalp of someone walking beneath.

The chill, stiff touch of them felt unnervingly real, indistinguishable from actual corpses, except that strangely, all the bodies' faces were identical. Whether male or female, the faces were androgynous, numb, and deathly still.

"The Ghost Rope, after its resurrection, attacks all people indiscriminately. But there must be some pattern to its killings beforehand. However, the previous owner of the Ghost Rope, Wang Yue, is already dead and he didn't share this information. So, if I get targeted by the strangeness here, it's very likely unavoidable," Yang Jian frowned.

"Excuse me, where is this place?"

Suddenly, after walking forward for a while, a middle-aged woman appeared on the street of the county town. She was full of nervousness and unease, looking around anxiously, shivering with fear due to the hanging corpses over the county town.

Upon seeing Xiao Yuan, the middle-aged woman hurried over with some excitement.

Xiao Yuan stopped in her tracks and grinned at the middle-aged woman, tightly gripping the fruit knife in her hand.

The woman seemed oblivious as she continued to approach quickly.

When the woman got dangerously close, the grinning Xiao Yuan suddenly made her move. She flicked her arm and the fruit knife flew straight out, burying itself into the woman's neck with terrifying accuracy, blood spraying everywhere.

The middle-aged woman was instantly stunned, her hands reflexively clutching her throat.

Xiao Yuan didn't stop there; she immediately grabbed another fruit knife hidden on her body and rushed forward. With both hands, she thrust the knife into the woman's heart, stabbing repeatedly.

The middle-aged woman collapsed to the ground, body convulsing, making gurgling noises with blood pooling around her, looking as if she was about to draw her last breath.

Indeed.

After struggling for about twenty seconds, the middle-aged woman could no longer move and became another cold corpse on the ground.

And just after this woman was killed.

In the real world, within a house in the county town at night, a woman lying on her bed suddenly raised her hand and stabbed at herself.

She had no weapon in her hand, yet her strength was astonishing. She managed to wreak havoc on her heart and neck with bare hands until she took her final breath. During it all, there were no screams or groans; everything seemed to happen as if it were meant to occur.

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