Mysterious Resurrection: What If

Chapter 38 The Buddhist Kingdom in a Dream (Part 7)

A vengeful ghost that can kill in one's sleep. If a person is attacked by a nightmare, the damage they suffer in the dream will be synchronized with their reality. If a person is killed by the ghost in their dream, they will also die in reality.

"Cousin, what are you thinking about?"

Xiaoyuan walked over, holding a dagger, her face stained with a lot of dark red blood.

"It's nothing." Yang Jian subconsciously took a step back, distancing himself from his cousin.

Only then did Yang Jian notice that his cousin's left eye was empty, with a dark socket, and the blood on her face made Xiao Yuan look incredibly terrifying.

"Xiaoyuan, where are your eyes?"

Yang Jian asked tentatively, unsure of the authenticity of his cousin. What if she suddenly turned into a ghost like Liu Jing, leaving him no idea how he would die?

"Ah, yes."

Xiaoyuan patted her head.

"I remember now, I was going to give you my eyes."

"Eye?"

Yang Jian didn't quite understand what Xiao Yuan was talking about; his cousin always seemed a bit crazy.

"Yes."

Xiaoyuan raised her hand to touch her eyes, sighed, and continued, "But there are some things that can't be brought in here, so I'll have to give them to you outside."

Yang Jian asked in confusion, "Are there some things that can't be brought in?"

Xiaoyuan nodded vigorously twice and brandished the dagger in her hand. "Things like this can be brought in, but the one in your left hand can't."

As she spoke, Xiaoyuan pointed to Yang Jian's missing left hand.

"Left hand?" Yang Jian looked at his empty palm.

Can't the supernatural be brought into this world?
Yang Jian immediately understood what Xiao Yuan meant. He was always particularly perceptive when facing the supernatural, even though he was just an ordinary person now.

Yang Jian was almost certain that he was dreaming, and that he was currently in an incredibly realistic dream.

Xiaoyuan's meaning is clear: vengeful ghosts can pull people's consciousness and real-world objects into dreams, but they cannot pull in other vengeful ghosts as well.

Or perhaps, the vengeful spirit controlled by Yang Jian cannot work in dreams.

"I dreamt of when I was attacked."

Yang Jian's mind raced as he recalled the events.

"Could it be Lin Bei?... He showed some supernatural abilities related to dreams when the bus stalled, but I haven't had any conflict with him, so he has no reason to attack me."

"Linbei...bus...Old Qin?!"

Yang Jian suddenly remembered that Qin Lao had once told him that he had run over and killed his father while driving a bus. Combined with Lin Bei's information, Yang Jian had confirmed that his father was a ghost tamer.

"Could it be that I was attacked right there at my father's portrait back home? Perhaps the real reason Old Qin killed my father was because his vengeful spirit was about to awaken, and he had no choice but to do this..."

Yang Jian was analyzing the situation quickly. This kind of reaction to the supernatural and abnormal was something that no one else could do.

"That makes sense."

Yang Jian was organizing all the intelligence he had gathered so far. The chaotic clues were connecting in his mind, and some long-forgotten events were gradually surfacing.

"The vengeful spirit that my father commanded before his death is the one that is attacking me right now, and the attack happened during the day when the portrait was in front of him."

However, even if Yang Jian could analyze the origin of the ghost in a very short time, it would not help him in his current situation.

"How do I get out, or rather, how do I bring my consciousness back into my body?"

Yang Jian is now a disabled person. Let alone ghosts, even if a random dog suddenly appears, he can only run away.

I need to get out of here as soon as possible. If I die in this dream, Lin Bei will be the first to suffer. That bald guy will definitely not be able to stop my vengeful ghost from reviving. At that time, the entire DQ City, and even the surrounding areas, will be attacked by his and Lin Bei's vengeful ghosts. "Xiao Yuan, take me out of here."

Yang Jian immediately said that this cousin seemed to be very familiar with this dream, and had even brought in a dagger. Although Yang Jian was not sure whether she was a human or a ghost, he had no choice but to cling to this powerful figure for now.

"Okay, cousin." Xiaoyuan chuckled and said to Yang Jian, "Come with me."

"Where?"

Xiaoyuan said matter-of-factly, "Go find a ghost to kill. Cousin wants to go out, so just find a ghost and kill it. If you can't kill the ghost before dawn, someone will die."

"Killing the ghost...means that ghosts can be harmed in dreams."

Yang Jian walked beside the small garden, silently noting down this crucial information.

Following Xiaoyuan along this country lane, the gloomy sky was dark and heavy, with the dim moonlight faintly illuminating the path ahead.

"Xiaoyuan, have you had this kind of dream many times?"

"Hmm," Xiaoyuan said, tapping her chin in thought.

"I can't remember, but I know I have to kill the ghost to get out."

"Splash..."

The rushing waters on both sides made a piercing, clattering sound. It seemed as if something was struggling to climb onto the bank.

Xiaoyuan seemed to be very afraid of water, deliberately walking in the middle of the road to avoid the splashing river water.

"Pfft!"

A muffled thud sounded, as if something heavy had fallen from the sky into the river.

Yang Jian squinted and looked carefully. In the dim moonlight, he could only vaguely see a round object drifting downstream, like a ball.

"Splash!" There was another, even louder sound of rushing water. This time, Yang Jian saw clearly that a long-haired female corpse had fallen from a height and crashed straight into the river.

He suddenly realized that what he had just seen was not a ball at all, but a dead man's head!
However, this was not the most terrifying thing for Yang Jian. Just now, the instant that corpse fell into the river, he clearly saw the appearance of the female corpse in Ghost Lake!
Just like Yang Jian remembered, there was no difference. The path was not a river at all, but a ghost lake!

"Splash!" Another corpse fell into the lake. Yang Jian seemed to sense something and slowly looked up.

Under the gloomy sky, countless female corpses were suspended from the clouds by ghostly ropes, layer upon layer, stretching as far as the eye could see. These corpses had their heads hanging low, all staring intently at Yang Jian and his companion.

Moonlight shone through the gaps between the corpses, illuminating Yang Jian's shocked face.

"Are you kidding me..."

The next second, the ghost rope began to break...
"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

Corpses fell one after another, like raindrops, crashing heavily into the lake. One by one, wet heads emerged from the water, staring intently at Yang Jian.

"run!"

Yang Jian grabbed Xiao Yuan's hand and ran frantically forward. With that many of them, they could kill two people with a single blow.

However, the number of corpses falling from the sky increased, and the "thump" sounds were incessant, each one like a drumbeat striking Yang Jian's heart.

It seems that because they are still in the early stages of entering a dream, the female corpses have not moved.

However, the number of corpses falling was increasing and becoming more and more exaggerated, almost forming a rain of corpses.

"Snapped!"

A female corpse crashed onto the side of the road, her body mangled and bloody. The next moment, the corpse's limbs began to slowly stand up at an extremely awkward angle.

(End of this chapter)