Mysterious Revival

The appearance of the recording curse made Yang Jian realize who his enemy was.

When Lok Sheng proposed using Shangtong Tower to offset the debt, Yang Jian should have thought of this, because the former owner of Shangtong Tower, Paul, was backed by a ghost handler with the codename “The Preacher.”

It’s just that after Yang Jian took down Paul, the Preacher didn’t take any retaliatory actions, so the matter settled down.

Unexpectedly, more than a year later, vengeance came knocking again.

“That Preacher had a grudge with me in the past, so it’s normal for him to find a chance for revenge today. However, he should also know that I’m not easy to deal with, which is why Lok Sheng didn’t make any great investment this time; it was just a tentative attack. If it succeeds, great, if not, then so be it.”

“Moreover, they think it’s too difficult to kill me. Trapping me, making me fall asleep seems more feasible.”

Yang Jian now understood these people’s thinking.

Glancing at the radio on the table, he walked over without hesitation, extended his blackened Ghost Hand, grabbed it, and squeezed it hard.

The radio instantly shattered into a pile of debris.

But the rustling sound continued to echo, not fading despite the radio’s destruction.

“If you don’t use Ghost Scissors to cut off the curse, you can only endure it,” Yang Jian calmly stood in place, waiting for the curse to manifest.

Soon.

The rustling sound gradually diminished, as if the signal was dwindling, and after just seven or eight seconds, all the sounds within the radio disappeared, followed by the spread of an invisible curse.

At first, Yang Jian didn’t feel anything special.

But as time passed, he began to notice something was amiss. His head grew heavier, a wave of drowsiness surged, making his consciousness gradually blur, as if about to fall into a deep sleep.

This situation felt familiar to him.

It was like being forcefully pulled into a Ghost Dream, as sudden drowsiness hit him.

“The opponent is very experienced in dealing with ghost handlers. They know that using normal supernatural means to kill me is difficult, so they targeted my consciousness, because most ghost handlers’ consciousness is fragile. Once the consciousness dies, no matter how intact the body is, death follows.”

Yang Jian shook his head and moved to sit on the nearby sofa.

The drowsiness was growing stronger, and he felt a bit unsustainable.

This drowsiness could not be resisted merely with willpower; it stemmed from a Supernatural Curse and required corresponding supernatural power to counteract.

But for now, the Evil Hound in the dream had not appeared.

It seemed that the Evil Hound did not want to prevent Yang Jian from falling asleep.

“There’s no need to resist this drowsiness. Since they want me to sleep, I’ll go along with their thinking and take a nap here. The Evil Hound stored in my memory ensures I’m safe even when asleep, but some precautions outside are needed.”

Just before falling asleep, Yang Jian opened his Ghost Eye, releasing the Ghost Domain.

The entire villa disappeared in an instant.

Yang Jian had moved the villa to a hidden underground location where it couldn’t be easily found. Here, he was safe to sleep.

After taking precautions, Yang Jian closed his eyes and lay down on the sofa to sleep.

He succumbed to the curse, falling into a deep slumber.

He was like Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale world – without some special means to wake him, he might remain asleep forever, never able to awaken again.

But the reality was that after falling asleep, Yang Jian entered a dream.

The world within the dream was dark and oppressive, filled with an eerie chill all around, and surrounded by nothing but emptiness, save for a large European-style castle in front of him.

Yang Jian stood at the gate of the castle at this moment.

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“This is not my dream. My dream does not have such a castle; this is someone else’s constructed dream…..” Yang Jian raised his hand to take a look.

He remained silent.

Because one of his hands was missing.

The missing hand was the Ghost Hand.

The Ghost Hand couldn’t enter the dream, indicating that Yang Jian was now in the Ghost Dream World.

“Could this castle be the manifestation of the Preacher’s curse in the dream? No, that’s not right. The Preacher’s curse recording can only spread the curse and has no ability to draw people into a dream. His curse should have merely made me fall asleep. Once that’s done, the recording’s supernatural effect is lost.”

“Entering the dream must be a second supernatural power, with the recording curse first putting someone to sleep, and then pulling them into a dream afterward, hinting that the Preacher possesses two kinds of supernatural powers.”

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, recalling another supernatural power that was quite similar to a Ghost Dream.

Previously, there was a ranking on a supernatural website; that supernatural incident had the code name… Nightmare.

“Could it be that the opponent harnessed the Nightmare?”

This thought emerged in his mind, and it seemed highly plausible, because Yang Jian hadn’t heard any news about the supernatural incident codenamed Nightmare going out of control.

So it’s possible that the Nightmare was controlled and harnessed by foreign ghost handlers.

After all, hadn’t he himself harnessed the supernatural power of Ghost Lake?

Similar things Yang Jian could do, so could others. Many people in the world have similar experiences, and everyone has their own opportunities; Yang Jian is not unique.

“If that’s really the case, then today is indeed a bit dangerous. In the Nightmare world, I am just an ordinary person, devoid of supernatural powers. With one misstep, I might end up like the Ghost Dream incident, dying in the dream.”

Yang Jian thought to himself, suddenly becoming particularly vigilant.

He had no weapon in hand; when he entered the dream before, he had entered with a cracked spear.

And since supernatural items couldn’t be brought into dreams, Yang Jian was not only unarmed but also crippled.

Looked around.

Yang Jian couldn’t find anything handy, so he could only pick up a stone from the ground for self-defense.

He couldn’t remove the iron bars from the iron door either, after all, his strength wasn’t that great at the moment, just an ordinary person’s strength.

“I can’t act rashly now, there are ghosts in the Nightmare World, I must wait until my Evil Hound arrives, it will take some time to counter-invade, and by then, whether the Ghost Dream World or the Nightmare World wins is still uncertain.”

Yang Jian was very calm, he didn’t act impulsively, but quietly waited.

Taking advantage of this time, Yang Jian observed the European-style castle in front of him.

This castle was dilapidated, desolate, the windows dark and hollow like eye sockets without eyeballs, revealing a sense of death and horror, the courtyard overgrown with weeds, a few withered trees scattered around, their leaves long fallen.

But the castle’s main gate was well preserved, closed at the moment, not open.

“The Ghost Dream World I experienced was a village, and now this Nightmare World is a castle, which shows that the ghost projects real-life scenery into the dream, it seems this haunted place abroad is the castle.” Yang Jian thought to himself.

But right at this moment, the darkness outside the castle began to wriggle, starting to devour the nearby roads, as if some supernatural force was interfering in the dream, trying to force people entering here to move closer to the castle.

Yang Jian turned to look, frowned, with no choice but to step over the half-open iron gate and walk into the castle.

“This is not a good sign, it means I have been targeted.” He stared into the darkness behind him.

The darkness was blocked by the iron gate, unable to continue invading inside.

The castle at this moment became the entire world, nothing else remained.

“I hope the Nightmare is really being controlled by someone, I don’t want to face this kind of fierce ghost again, if it’s controlled by a human, it’s somewhat safer, because people can’t fully utilize the supernatural powers, but ghosts can.”

Yang Jian walked through the ruined courtyard, gradually moving towards the castle.

He felt that the other side wouldn’t let him stay quietly in one place, there would definitely be various supernatural means to drive him.

Soon.

Yang Jian’s guess was proven correct.

The ground behind him began to collapse bit by bit, the collapsing area was a stretch of darkness seeming to swallow everything, all except the castle in the courtyard quickly disappeared.

Yang Jian didn’t want to fall and could only speed up his pace forward.

Finally, when Yang Jian reached the position of the castle’s main entrance, the collapse behind ceased.

Yet in a blink.

The courtyard returned to its original state.

Still so dilapidated, desolate, as if everything just now had been an illusion.

“Sure enough, the Nightmare has been controlled.”

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered: “A ghost wouldn’t behave like this, driving me into the castle, as long as I’m within the influence range of the fierce ghost, it would kill, without needing to deliberately guide me somewhere, only a ghost controller would do so, because the closer, the larger the things he can influence and the easier for him to move.”

“Creak!”

The castle’s main doors opened at this moment.

Contrary to the outside situation, although old, the inside of the castle wasn’t dilapidated, the floor covered with red carpets, dim candlelight flickering on the walls, though the air was filled with a decaying smell, there were still traces of life.

“Come out, don’t hide, going to such great lengths to pull me into a dream, then hiding from being seen, it’s somewhat rude.” Yang Jian boldly stepped into the castle, speaking as he walked.

The sound echoed within the castle, trailing deep inside, eventually fading away.

The empty castle remained deathly silent, no one responded.

Yang Jian sneered again: “Can’t understand Chinese, need me to speak English?”

The voice continued to echo.

At this moment, there was a response.

A voice came from deep within: “Even in a dream, you’re still Ghost Eye Yang Jian, it’s best to be cautious.”

This voice was very familiar, it was Lok Sheng.

“This is a dangerous place, we can’t afford to be careless.”

This was another voice, but the Mandarin wasn’t standard, with a clumsy accent, likely a foreigner.

“The fact that the Nightmare World was mastered by you is no small feat, quite impressive how you pulled so many into the dream.” Yang Jian slowly spoke, unable to help but give a compliment.

“You really guessed that this is the Nightmare World. I knew with your judgment and experience, you’d understand what happened once you dreamt in. The title of the head captain isn’t just boastful.”

A third voice emerged, also speaking in Chinese, but the accent wasn’t noticeable, not like a foreigner’s.

Seeing these people speaking without showing themselves, Yang Jian sneered: “Afraid of death to this extent, how pathetic not daring to stand forward in your own place, no wonder you guys only resort to underhanded tricks, pulling me in here just to get rid of me, not to chat.”

“Not making a move, how to get rid of me then?”

Lok Sheng’s voice arose: “Captain Yang, we actually don’t want to eliminate you, we just want to keep you here, your death isn’t beneficial, but your prolonged stay here is the best outcome for us.”

“Trapping a captain is much safer than killing one, and I never expected to bring you in here so smoothly.”

“That broadcast was merely an attempt, considering at the moment it sounded, you totally had the chance to escape this curse. As expected, you were too confident, standing there awaiting the curse’s appearance. However, the more so, the more I suspect you might be fishing again.”

“Thus, we better not meet, just stay here quietly, let the outside you sleep for a few years, I’ll come see you when everything is settled.”

He learned his lesson.

Or perhaps was too scared from Yang Jian’s previous fishing.

In this Nightmare World, he didn’t plan to show himself, even if Yang Jian had methods, they couldn’t be used.

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