Mysterious Recovery

At this moment, Yang Jian watched his cousin Xiaoyuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappear among the crowds in the market. He didn't even have time to stop it. The reason why he couldn't stop it was not because of his actions and slow response, but because of fear. .

Fear of the two people, one of them is a ghost, so no one dared to approach, so that the situation would happen.

The ghost seems to know his own situation very well.

The more sensible, the easier it is to get caught.

On the contrary, it is Madoka's kind of natural stupidity with no brains. Indirect forgetting is even more difficult to be targeted. Perhaps the choice just rushed out was correct.

Yang Jian was not sure.

The anxiety in his heart is intensifying, because the rain in the sky is heavier at the moment. It was only sparse rain before, and when it rained lightly in the back, it was now regarded as moderate rain, and the surrounding environment became more and more bleak and drowsy.

Because he wasn't wearing a raincoat, Yang Jian was completely wet now, but he didn't feel cold, and there was no risk of catching a cold or fever. It's just that more than half of this time should have passed.

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

If there is no way to kill the ghost once in his dream before dawn, maybe he will really be finished.

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

But there are still many, but it's not so dense.

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

What a dream is this, it is a real world, even the touch is the same.

After recognizing the direction where his cousin was leaving, Yang Jian quickly followed him. He avoided the pedestrians passing by and was also looking for Xiaoyuan’s trail. It would be better if he could spot Lin Xiaoxi by the way. .

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

Yang Jian took a look and saw some knives placed on a vendor, but the style was relatively old, only hatchets, sickles, scissors, etc., he thought about it, and without hesitation, he picked up a knife and prepared to defend himself.

"You haven't paid the money yet." The vendor with the hat, sitting there, lowered his head slightly, and made a sound.

Um?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank. He didn't expect that the merchant in this dream could still speak. Isn't it something that a ghost has transformed?

"If you don't have money, I can't give you things." The vendor saw that Yang Jian didn't want to give it to you, so he reached out and grabbed it, and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist directly.

Yang Jian resisted, thinking that he should be more violent, and stabbed this ghost in his dream to death once again.

Of course, hands-on is secondary, mainly because he wants to buy and sell.

But when he saw the palm that grabbed his wrist, he felt a chill all over his body. It was a wrinkled palm of an old man with scary corpses on it, densely extending into the sleeves of his shirt. among.

But the sleeve style is the style of the old long gown.

Before the vendor looked up, Yang Jian already knew what the **** was selling knives here.

Knock on the door.

I had just imprisoned that thing in Kobe City before, so I was already familiar with it and couldn't be familiar with it anymore. I didn't expect this thing to appear in my dream.

His eyes moved.

Yang Jian didn't know if he should pick up the knife to kill the old man, but if something strange happened to this knocker, wouldn't he be here to die?

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

Fear goes to fear,

Yang Jian resolutely picked up the knife over there, and slashed it at the vendor who suspected it was a knocker.

The palm of an old man covered with corpses was chopped off by him.

There was no blood, no accidents, the knife in his hand looked exceptionally smooth, and he did it naturally.

And the vendor did not yell, nor did he yell in pain, but suddenly raised his face and looked at Yang Jian. The old face under the hat was bleak and gray, his eyes were hollow and numb, and he was still very familiar and terrified. Old man image.

Yang Jian picked up the knife and turned around without saying a word.

Anyway, it is a dream, you can kill anyone.

He just walked on the front foot.

The old man who was stabbed by him was silent, but took off the hat very calmly, and then followed with a slightly slow pace, as if he was going to chase Yang Jian for a debt, and he seemed to be asking for the knife. , As for whether there will be revenge, it is unknown.

Yang Jian ignored it, like a bully in ancient times, running rampant and hurting people regardless of instability, but continued to walk into the bazaar.

When passing by a meat stall, he vaguely heard a familiar voice, the voice was like Zhang Wei, he was buying meat in front of the meat stall.

"Boss, I want ten catties of meat, cut into scumbags, don't see any fat on it"

As soon as Yang Jian stopped, he looked over subconsciously, but there was no one at the meat stall.

Depend on.

Dreaming, can you also dream of that Zhang Wei?

What the hell.

Didn't he go to play live broadcast? How can I buy meat in my hometown?

Yang Jian feels that his subconscious has been thoroughly penetrated by the ghost, and even said that the ghost already knows all his memories in his dream, otherwise there will be so many weird things appearing, and everything is and If you have a relationship, no one else knows it at all, otherwise Madoka would find it strange and puzzled.

But when he left the butcher shop, he heard the voice of Zhang Wei again: "Any more ten catties are fat, don't see some essence on it, but also cut into scumbags."

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

Yang Jian's mouth twitched, resisting the thought of looking back.

This is definitely my subconsciousness at work. I have been influenced by Zhang Wei too much before, and now he is in the nightmare.

"If you want another ten catties of golden cartilage, you have to chop it finely into scumbags, and don't see any meat on it."

Finally, when he left the bazaar, this voice still faintly floated over.

Definitely beaten.

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

But the more he went into the bazaar, the more fear he got.

Because he found a lot of nightmarish existences, this bazaar seemed to have gathered all the nightmares before, and some things that appeared were just new and careful.

He saw a dead man's head where it was placed on a stall.

I saw a blue-black dead baby in the arms of a woman~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In a shop, I saw a heavy coffin. There was a spiritual position in front of the coffin, but there was no photo 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 in a red dress with a head cover.

He stood straight and quietly beside the road. Although he covered his face, he could feel that he was looking here.

But before Yang Jian turned around, he found that the old man who bought the knife in the distance was following him, the woman holding the dead baby also came, and the coffin in the shop was also carried out by the boss.

"What are you kidding about, play with me?" Yang Jianxin was cold in an instant.

The road was blocked by ghosts.

Ghosts are approaching in all directions.