Mysterious resurgence

At this moment, Yang Jian watched helplessly as his cousin Xiao Yuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappeared into the crowd of the market. He didn't even have time to stop him. The reason why he couldn't stop him in time was not because of his slow movements or reactions, but because of fear. .

He was afraid that one of the two people was a ghost, so no one dared to get close, which led to that situation.

Ghost seems to know his situation very well.

The more rational you are, the easier it is to fall into a trap.

On the contrary, Madoka is a naturally stupid person with no brains. Indirect amnesia is even more difficult to target. Maybe the choice of rushing out just now was the right one.

Yang Jian wasn't sure.

The uneasiness in his heart was intensifying, because the rain in the sky was getting heavier at this moment. It was just sparse rain before, then light rain, and now it is considered moderate rain. The surrounding environment is getting darker and gloomier.

Because he didn't wear a raincoat, Yang Jian was soaked all over now, but he didn't feel cold, and there was no risk of catching a cold or fever, but more than half of the time had passed.

The ghost has appeared, but has not yet been found.

If he couldn't kill the ghost in his dream before dawn, maybe he would really be doomed.

Because of the heavy rain, the number of people in the market began to decrease.

But there are still a lot of them, just not as dense.

"We have to find my cousin." Yang Jian took a deep breath, and the moist air entered his abdomen, feeling a lot more energetic.

This is not a dream, it is simply a real world, even the touch is the same.

After identifying the direction in which his cousin left just now, Yang Jian quickly chased after him. He avoided the passers-by around him and was also looking for traces of Xiao Yuan. It would be better if he could find Lin Xiaoxi by the way. .

He went deep into the market, and there were many vendors around him.

Yang Jian glanced at a vendor and saw some knives on display, but the style was relatively old, with only hatchets, sickles, scissors and the like. He thought about it and without hesitation, he picked up a knife to prepare for self-defense.

"You haven't paid me yet." The vendor wearing a bamboo hat sat there with his head slightly lowered and made a sound.

Um?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed. He didn't expect that the vendor in the dream could actually talk. Wasn't it something transformed by a ghost?

"If you don't have money, I can't give you anything." When the vendor saw that Yang Jian didn't want to give him money, he reached out and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.

Yang Jian resisted, feeling that he should be more violent and stabbed the ghost in his dream to death, just once.

Of course, taking action is secondary, the main reason is that he wants to buy and sell by force.

But when he saw the palm that grabbed his wrist, he felt a chill all over his body. It was a wrinkled old man's palm, covered with horrific corpse spots, and densely extending into the sleeves. among.

But the sleeve style is that of an old gown.

Before the vendor even raised his head, Yang Jian already knew what the hell the knife was selling here.

Knocker.

I had just imprisoned that thing when I went to Kobe City, so I was already very familiar with it. Unexpectedly, this thing also appeared in my dream.

His eyes moved.

Yang Jian didn't know if he should pick up the knife and kill the old man, but if something strange happened to the knocker, then he would die here.

"I can't control it. If you dare to chase him, stab him to death."

Fear returns to fear,

Yang Jian resolutely picked up the knife and slashed at the vendor who was suspected of knocking on the door.

He chopped off the palm of an old man covered in corpse spots.

There was no blood, no accidents, the knife in his hand seemed particularly smooth, and it was done naturally.

The vendor didn't scream or cry out in pain, but suddenly raised his face and looked at Yang Jian. The old face under the bamboo hat was pale and gray, and his eyes were hollow and numb. He was still the familiar yet terrifying person. Image of old man.

Without saying a word, Yang Jian picked up the knife and turned around to leave.

It’s just a dream anyway, so I can kill anyone.

He just walked off with his front foot.

The old man who had been slashed by him remained silent, but calmly took off his bamboo hat, and then followed him with a slightly sluggish pace, as if he wanted to chase Yang Jian to collect the debt, and also seemed to want to ask for the knife. , as to whether there will be revenge, that is unknown.

Yang Jian ignored it, like a bully in ancient times, running rampant and hurting people without caring, and continued walking into the market.

When passing by a meat stall, he vaguely seemed to hear a familiar voice. The voice sounded like Zhang Wei. He was buying meat in front of the meat stall.

"Boss, I want ten kilograms of lean meat. Cut it into minced meat. Don't see any fat on it."

Yang Jian stopped and looked over subconsciously, but the meat stall was empty again.

Depend on.

Can you dream of Zhang Wei?

What the hell.

Didn't he go to live broadcast? How could he buy meat in my hometown?

Yang Jian felt that his subconscious had been completely penetrated by the ghost. He even said that the ghost had known all his memories in the dream. Otherwise, there would have been so many strange things, and each of them was similar to She is related, but others don't know her at all, otherwise why would Madoka feel strange and confused.

But when he left the butcher shop, he heard Zhang Wei's voice again: "If you want another ten pounds, it will be fat. Don't see some sperm on it, but also cut it into jelly."

"He will be beaten if he buys meat like this."

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched and he resisted the idea of ​​looking back.

This is definitely his subconscious mind. He was influenced by Zhang Wei too much in the past, but now he appears in his nightmares.

"If you want ten kilograms of golden cartilage, you should chop it into minced meat and don't see any meat on it."

Finally, when he left the market, there was still a vague sound floating over him.

Definitely beat up.

Yang Jian can guarantee that Zhang Wei in the dream will be beaten badly by the butcher. As for whether he will be beaten to death with three punches, it depends on his luck.

But the deeper he went into the market, the more frightened he became.

Because he discovered a lot of nightmarish existences, this market seemed to bring together all the previous nightmares, and some of the things that appeared were almost astonishing to watch upon entering.

He saw a dead head placed somewhere on a street stall.

A blue-black dead baby was seen in a woman's arms.

In a shop, I saw a heavy coffin. There was a memorial tablet in front of the coffin, but there was no photo of the deceased on it.

at last.

When he met someone, he had to stop, and even had the urge to turn around and leave.

It was a woman wearing red clothes and a hijab.

He stood upright and quietly beside the road. Although his face was covered, he could feel that he was looking this way.

But before Yang Jian could turn around and change paths, he found that the old man buying a knife from far behind him was coming over, the woman holding the dead baby was also coming over, and the coffin in the shop was also brought out by the boss.

"Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me?" Yang Jian's heart suddenly went cold.

The roads are all blocked by ghosts.

There are ghosts approaching from all directions.