Mysterious Revival

Now Yang Jian's Ghost Hand can indiscriminately suppress a ghost, and since he stole a part of the puzzle from the Ghost Envoy, he possesses certain characteristics of a Ghost Envoy.

This Ghost Hand is quite terrifying. Ordinary ghosts that come into contact with Yang Jian will be immediately suppressed by his touch until they are unable to move. Thus, when Yang Jian's Ghost Hand touched the head of this corpse, suppression had already been formed.

The ghastly corpse with its eyes open now once again closed them slowly.

It was as if it had fallen back into sleep after just waking up.

Perhaps during the process of this deep sleep, a terrifying nightmare unknown to others was taking place, but what exactly was happening in the nightmare, Yang Jian did not know.

All he had to do was what that person had told him, just do these three things.

As for what consequences would occur, Yang Jian had no confidence; typically, given his nature, he wouldn't so easily trust the words of a stranger, no, a foreign entity. But this time, he didn't doubt if there were traps in what that person wanted him to do.

Could it be because that person was his own deceased father?

No.

That should be impossible. After more than a decade, Yang Jian's memory of his father was almost nonexistent, just a vague concept. It was impossible for him to believe him just because of that relationship.

"I must be under the influence of a nightmare," Yang Jian thought he might be out of his mind.

The eerie corpse in front of him had closed its eyes. Although it was still sitting on the ground and hadn't lain down, that was enough.

Not opening its eyes meant that the suppression was in place, and the third condition was also fulfilled.

Next, Yang Jian needed to wait for the corpse to undergo a change... According to what the man in the forest had said earlier, after entering deep sleep, the corpse would gradually decay, and once the decay exceeded half, all would be over.

In the meantime,

the suppression must be maintained continuously, not allowing the ghost to open its eyes and regain consciousness, and also not isolating the corpse in a body bag or in a Gold Box.

Yang Jian fell silent, he didn't speak, he just lifted the corpse and placed it in the trunk.

He found a few outer coats Jiang Yan had left in the car and covered the corpse with them, then sat there alone, one darkened hand still gripping the corpse without letting go.

Gripping a ghost and sitting together,

Even a general ghost suppressor wouldn't have such audacity, and to a greater or lesser extent would feel nervous and afraid.

But Yang Jian was as still as if nothing had happened, his body invaded by Ghost Shadow, in a state of absolute reason, and he would not feel sleepy or tired. In such a state, he was very close to a real ghost, the only difference being that he had reason and could think, while a ghost could not.

"The corpse is decaying."

As he sat in silence, Yang Jian noticed that the corpse beside him was gradually showing signs of livor mortis, then turning black, showing a tendency to decay, while another human head had already rotted away to nothing, its skull shattered, completely disappearing from this world.

A struggle between ghosts was probably already underway.

That person was trying to dominate the lingering nightmare.

No one could guarantee success.

However, as soon as Yang Jian had finished these tasks, with the end of last night's nightmare, everyone in the village woke up from their dreams, and some horrific consequences began to appear.

Those who died in the nightmare were still affected in reality. Through various methods, with their eyes closed, they brutally committed suicide.

Before dawn, the number of deaths in the village was rapidly climbing.

Screams and heart-wrenching cries soon filled the silent village, clearly showing that many villagers had lost their relatives to the nightmare and could never wake up again. Although it was impossible to estimate the exact number of people, at least twenty to thirty had died within the nightmare.

Yang Jian had anticipated such a result.

In supernatural events, death is inevitable. This was considered a low number, as these people had only entered the nightmare once and did not stay long, ending around one o'clock in the morning.

If they had stayed a few more hours,

the entire village would have become a ghost town.

This time Yang Jian had managed to minimize the casualties as much as possible. In comparison with some of the supernatural incidents he had experienced before, the number of deaths was far greater.

Time passed by little by little.

The corpse beside him was also decaying bit by bit, but the rate of decay was not fast.

In that unresolved nightmare,

there was still that gloomy, dense forest.

This time, within the dream, there was only the forest left, no village, no roads to the outside, and no other people.

Inside the cabin in that forest,

a man who looked somewhat like Yang Jian lay on a wooden bed, his body continuously disappearing, merging with the surrounding darkness as if the power of the supernatural could no longer sustain his existence and was erasing him.

Facing these eerie changes, the man's dull and rigid face showed no signs of alteration.

There was no fear, nor tension.

Instead, there was a sense of relieved ease.

He had been trapped here for over a decade, all for the moment that had come today.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't utter a word, perhaps there was nothing to explain, or maybe he couldn't send a message out from this place, simply looking towards a large black shadow by the bed before fading away.

It was like a relay.

He had passed the task of combating the ghost to it—a dog that had been dragged into the nightmare.

"I should have died more than a decade ago..." he murmured softly, seemingly reminiscing about something, but then he stopped, and his figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness, vanishing without a trace, leaving nothing behind.

After he disappeared,

a large black wolf-dog stood up from beside the bed, then barged through the door and walked out, its eerie eyes sweeping over the dim forest.

The forest wasn't vast, but it seemed like the whole world.

Because this dream was a dog's dream.

The dog had never left this forest in its life, so its world was only this big.

In the woods, a person with a wounded hand stood stiff and numb, motionless, peering at the cabin with a sharp knife in hand, as if to close in and attack the person inside.

But as the dog came out,

the ghost began to turn away and leave, for there was no longer anyone inside the cabin.

Yet even as it turned to try and leave, the ghost could not walk out of these woods nor could it finish the transition to end this nightmare.

Because the body in the outside world and the dream realm were both influenced, the ghost was trapped.

This was a meticulously planned trap, set by that person to kill the ghost within the dreamscape.

If anyone knew all of this, they would be so shocked that they couldn't speak.

There really was someone in the world who could force an unsolvable ghost into such a deadlock, then accomplish a replacement...

The next moment,

wolf-dog snarls and tearing sounds echoed through the dim forest.

The ghost was being attacked and hunted down by a dog.

Soon, the ghost died once.

Because the dog had no human memories, no flaws, just the instinct to hunt, the ghost had no weaknesses to exploit and was bitten to death without even fighting back.

But the nightmare did not end, for the body in the outside world was suppressed, unable to open its eyes.

At this point, the ghost had to endure the second day's nightmare, for it was only on the second day that the ghost could continue with the Resurrection, so this was compulsory, as it was the ghost's routine, something that couldn't be changed.

During the second day's nightmare, the ghost was killed by the wolf-dog again.

Still unable to wake up, the ghost had to face the third day's nightmare.

On the third day, the ghost was still killed.

...

An unending cycle had begun within the nightmare.

However, the ghost had not completely mastered this nightmare; it mostly did, for this inconspicuous wolf-dog was also one of the sources of the nightmare, albeit a weak one, but it carried a piece of the ghost's puzzle.

So while the ghost was being killed, it was also a contest of replacement between them.

With each death, with each demise at the hands of the dog that was also a source of the nightmare, the ghost's control over the nightmare weakened, and if this continued, the ghost would eventually vanish completely, leaving the dog to replace everything.

Yang Jian's father's plan would then be successfully carried out.

Moreover, this was a plan that living humans could not participate in.

Because human memory is too complex and easily exploited, once pulled into the nightmare by the ghost, they are unlikely to be a match for it, and once killed, the ghost within the nightmare would fully revive.

So an animal was the best choice.

Especially an animal that had always been confined to one place.

This was the preparation made to restrain the ghost.