Mysterious Revival

Yang Jian, lying on the ground, felt the slipping away of his life at this moment.

This dream was so real, it was almost indistinguishable from reality. You could feel pain, fatigue, and also excitement... Of course, you could feel death as well.

"I made a mistake."

Right now, Yang Jian stared intently at the strange and mysterious person in front of him, wanting to kill it but powerless to do so.

This person was the ghost in the dream.

But now he realized this problem a bit too late. He had fallen into a habit of thought, believing that the ghost was hiding among those things from before. Little did he know, those things were meant to distract and cloud his judgment.

Instead, it was the inconspicuous worker carrying the Ghost Coffin who was the ghost in disguise.

The ghost never came within five meters of Yang Jian.

It just watched quietly, waiting for the moment when death would finally claim Yang Jian, and did nothing else.

If nothing went wrong, soon, Yang Jian lying on the ground would die within this dream. As for whether his real self would suffer any mishaps, although it was uncertain, no one dared to bet on it, because this was not a common nightmare, but a paranormal one.

"If this continues, I'm definitely going to lose... I've completely lost the ability to move, and my injuries are getting worse. The only way now is for someone else to appear, to find this ghost in the dream, and to swiftly kill it, ending this nightmare. Otherwise, I have no chance."

Yang Jian was not panicked, still calm even as death approached. He understood his current situation very clearly.

"To place hope on someone else's actions is very foolish, but that's all I can do now. Otherwise, it's a gamble, gambling that the Ghost Manipulator can survive after dying in the dream."

There were no better options.

As time passed.

His consciousness began to blur, his eyelids felt heavy and wanted to close.

He understood that his loss was not unjust. It was only because he couldn't adapt to being a normal person after losing the identity of Ghost Manipulator that led to this series of accidents.

However, just when Yang Jian was about to die in this nightmare.

Amidst the confusion.

Footsteps appeared.

The footsteps were very faint, coming from far and nearing, gradually reaching Yang Jian's side.

"Is it the ghost?"

He thought this, but his body could no longer move; he could only maintain a faint consciousness and couldn't even open his eyes.

Without letting him think further.

The person who approached him suddenly grabbed one of his arms and started dragging his body along the road, leaving this place, leaving the market.

The rain, it got heavier.

It was a downpour now. Under the dim light, the black rain seemed to soak everything, the air turned chillingly cold, and a sense of inexplicable coldness washed over him.

Cold.

It had been so long since he had felt this way, but Yang Jian was experiencing it just as he was about to die.

It was a painful yet long-lost sensation.

If it were any other time, he might have been very happy, but now, Yang Jian mustered what little strength he had left and allowed this mysterious person approaching him to drag him forward.

This person was very strong. The body of a grown man was like a light piece of cargo, easily pulled forward.

"This is not the ghost, it feels different from before. It's not Xiao Yuan, nor is it Lin Xiaoxi. Who could it be? Is it someone else within this dream?" Yang Jian thought, trying to open his eyes to see.

But he couldn't.

Despite his efforts, his eyelids didn't move at all, completely disobedient.

Yang Jian didn't know how long this person dragged him for; he passed out during the process, thinking he would remain unconscious forever, yet unexpectedly, there came a time when he woke up.

Groggy, as if experiencing a brief return to lucidity, he became alert.

His spirit seemed to recover.

At this moment, Yang Jian could finally open his eyes. He didn't wonder why he was still alive but instead quickly surveyed his surroundings.

Unawares.

I had already come to the entrance of the village.

Before, it was with my cousin Xiao Yuan and Lin Xiaoxi that I walked out of the village, and I didn't expect to have circled back again.

Yet, he had not seen what the person dragging him looked like; it was as if someone was lying at the village entrance.

The wound was still bleeding; the long Coffin Nail that had pierced his body remain unchanged, embedded in his abdomen, everything was unchanged, but Yang Jian didn't understand why he hadn't died. Normally, he should have already died in this dream.

Or could it be that the ghost within him was still at work, that this injury could kill an average person, but not him?

Or perhaps, it was the person who had dragged him that had done something.

Since it was a dream, anything could happen. If one mastered some tricks within the dream, keeping someone from dying was not impossible.

Suddenly.

Yang Jian felt a strange sensation on his face, as if an invisible hand was touching his cheek.

The next moment.

In the middle of the night, inside a room on the second floor of an old house in Meishan Village.

Yang Jian, lying in bed, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were slightly red, with a hint of eeriness, as if emitting light in the darkness. But soon, this abnormality disappeared. No, it calmed down.

At that moment, Yang Jian felt the restlessness from the Ghost Eye Resurrection.

But after he became lucid, the sensation disappeared.

Suddenly sitting up from bed, Yang Jian's body was drenched in cold sweat; his heart raced, and he gasped for breath, unable to calm himself for a long time.

Returning to reality from a nightmare carried an unreal feeling.

As if that was reality, and this, his current state, was the dream. The emotions experienced in the dream burst forth at this moment, overwhelming Yang Jian for a time.

"What's wrong, did you have a nightmare?" Jiang Yan, half-asleep, was woken by the noise. She wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's neck and said, "You used to be like this; it's not the first time. Lie down and rest already, I'm really tired in the middle of the night. It seems like we have to attend a feast tomorrow. I don't even know which relative of yours is hosting."

Yang Jian, however, did not hear Jiang Yan's words. He touched his abdomen but felt no pain or wound.

He had indeed left the dream.

He touched his face and felt Jiang Yan's slender hand, now understanding that the sensation from earlier was just that.

"Did you dream just now?" After catching his breath, Yang Jian gradually regained his composure, or perhaps the influence of his ghostly nature reemerged, allowing him to quickly return to his previous state.

In the pitch-dark room, Jiang Yan shook her head slightly: "No, I didn't dream. I saw that you were having a nightmare, sweating profusely. I was worried all night. Just now, I was wiping the sweat off you. Fearing you'd catch a cold, I kept holding you as we slept. Look, the towels I brought are all soaked. I don't know where all your sweat is coming from."

"Are you thirsty now? I still have water here."

With that, she took a bottle of water from the nightstand and handed it over.

Yang Jian didn't stand on ceremony and chugged it down.

However, he didn't feel thirsty, and his body didn't seem dehydrated, yet he was indeed covered in a cold sweat.

Clunk.

After finishing the bottle of water, Yang Jian tossed it aside and said coldly, "This village is not normal. No, it's not just the village—the entire area is abnormal. There must be some unseen supernatural event occurring, only its exceedingly secretive nature has kept it from causing a great commotion."

"What should we do? Should we leave? Let's take your mother with us and go back to Dachang City," Jiang Yan suggested, shrinking into Yang Jian's embrace, terrified.

To her, supernatural events were the scariest.

"Leaving may not be very effective. I feel like I've been targeted. You haven't become a target, and my mom has lived here so long without becoming one. If everyone living in this village were to die, the village would have been gone long ago. So don't be too nervous; let's wait a few more days," said Yang Jian.

He wouldn't flee right away.

He had to find out the reason and the root of it all and solve the problem.

And the matter of having nightmares was baffling; he did not want to get trapped in that dream, continuously fighting against the malicious ghosts within.

"As soon as the day breaks, I'll check out the three places my father left behind to see if I can find some clues. Moreover, in this period, I must not sleep again or even consider wanting to sleep."

Yang Jian's gaze shifted slightly.

If it were indeed a Nightmare event, then according to the information provided, not sleeping would allow one to avoid it.

He had been caught off guard once before, but it should not happen again.

After all, with his current physical state, he could go ten days without sleep and not feel tired at all.'