Although cousin Xiaoyuan said that she could take off her raincoat and show it to Yang Jian, Yang Jian did not agree.

After the rain, there will be a lot more medium for the ghost to invade reality in the dream.

When the time comes, it may appear anywhere, and it will be much more troublesome to find it than it is now.

Yang Jian took his cousin back to his old house.

It is a two-story concrete building.

Due to the long period of unoccupied, the walls of the house and the doorstep of the house have some moss.

The dilapidated appearance gives people an eerie, desolate feeling.

Yang Jian didn't care about the scene in front of him.

The ghost-eyed scarlet ghost realm swept over, and the thick dust in the room disappeared in an instant.

Cousin Madoka is still grinning.

There was such a big movement, as if she didn't see it, she went to bed and got ready for bed.

The big-hearted Yang Jian was speechless.

Seeing this, Yang Jian didn't say anything, turned around and went up to the second floor.

On the second floor there is a room that is closed all year round.

That room used to be used to store clutter.

After my father's death, the room was set up as a mourning hall for the statue.

Yang Jian came to the door, and the rusty old lock on the door opened automatically.

Push open the door.

Inside is an old wooden table.

On the table is a black-and-white photograph protected by a glass frame.

In front of the photograph is a copper incense burner.

A thick layer of ash was piled up in the incense burner, and it seems that people used to offer incense to pay respects.

Yang Jian's gaze swept over the wooden table and the incense burner, and found nothing unusual.

Then he looked at the black-and-white portrait.

The portrait is of a young man in his early twenties.

The appearance is at least seven or eight points similar to Yang Jian.

Smiling, sunny and handsome.

Obviously, the person in the photo was in a good mood when this portrait was taken.

"Something is wrong."

Yang Jian used to see a lot, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the posthumous image.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and looking at this photo again at this time, Yang Jian immediately noticed the abnormality.

Who goes to take a posthumous photo when they are in their twenties?

How can anyone show a bright smile when taking a posthumous photo?

Unless he knew he was going to die soon!

Unless he doesn't care about his future!

"There's nothing unusual about the photo, it's just a very ordinary posthumous portrait."

Yang Jian frowned slightly.

I probably understand the origin of this photo.

"This kind of posthumous portrait was taken when my father first became a ghost handler, and he knew that he would soon die from the resurgence of ghosts, so he took this photo. At the same time, he may have also thought of how to deal with the ghost in his dream, which is why he smiled so happily and didn't care! ”

Thinking of this, Yang Jian looked up at the portrait on the table.

"As soon as I became a ghost rider, I figured out the laws of ghosts, and laid out a shocking situation that lasted for more than ten years."

"Were you that genius back then?"

Yang Jian suddenly felt a sense of frustration and powerlessness in his heart.

In the dream, after Yang Jian became a ghost master, he has been running hard to delay the recovery of ghosts.

In the end, he even became an outlier who was neither human nor ghost.

Yang Xiaotian became a ghost handler and was not much older than Yang Jian.

Moreover, at that time, there was no headquarters to provide information related to supernatural events to the heads of various places.

Yang Xiaotian relied on his ingenuity and ingenuity to create a perfect means to control the ghosts.

Amazing!

Terrifying!

There was nothing of value in the room, and there was nothing supernatural about it.

Yang Jian stretched out his hand, not knowing where to get a handful of incense.

With a slight flick of the wrist, all the incense was lit at the same time.

"I haven't come back for so many years, and no one has given you incense, so let's just make up for it today."

Yang Jian said, inserting all the handfuls of incense into the incense burner.

After doing this, Yang Jian took a deep look at the young man on the portrait.

Then exited the room under his smiling gaze.

The door closed automatically, and the old rusty lock was re-attached to the lock.

It's like nothing happened just now.

In the mourning hall.

The moment the door closed.

In the light transition of alternating light and dark, the image suddenly underwent some incomprehensible change.

The smiling man on the portrait was shrouded in darkness, drowned in thick smoke, and loomed in the bright light of incense.

It's like snickering.

It's like hiding in the dark and silently peeping at all this.

In the incense burner in front of the statue, the burning incense seems to have been suppressed by some force.

The bright light of the fire flickered, and the choking smoke gradually extinguished.

In the end, only three sticks of incense were left to burn slowly.

Green smoke wafted in front of the statue.

It's like someone's character.

Not in a hurry, slow and methodical, with ease.

The scene was silent.

Even Yang Jian and the ghost who were standing outside the door didn't notice it.

Yang Jian didn't find anything abnormal in the mourning hall, so he decided to go to the dream realm to meet the ghosts in his dreams.

Cousin Xiaoyuan took up Yang's room, and he could only go to his parents' room.

Yang Jian is a superhuman body, full of energy, and he doesn't need to sleep at all.

But he's not in a hurry.

Because the ghost in the dream wants to pull people, it doesn't matter if you are sleepy or not.

Yang Jian was lying on the bed, the perception of the superhuman body was all released, and all the movements around him were under his control.

He was curious.

In this state, how will the ghost in the dream pull him into a dream.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Jian felt a little tired, and his spirit suddenly fell into a trance.

That's when it happened.

Cousin Madoka's voice suddenly rang out outside the door.

"Cousin, are you awake? Come down, I've been waiting for you for a long time! ”

This sound was like a thunderclap, which woke up Yang Jian who was in a trance instantly.

He sat up sharply.

The body, which was originally somewhat tired, immediately returned to its peak.

"Is this a dream?"

Yang Jian got out of bed and walked out onto the balcony.

Downstairs.

A cute girl in a raincoat with a sweet smile is waving at him.

The girl wore a raincoat, a felt hat, and a rusty pig-killing knife.

This pretends to be a thug who is going to commit murder at night, and it looks like a perverted murderer who haunts the night.

If someone else sees her dressed like this in the city, they must have called the police.

Yang Jian nodded: "Wait a minute, I'll come down immediately." ”

Then he noticed the heavens.

It's raining.

The rain was dripping, sparse and not dense.

But it was extremely wet and cold.

It makes people feel very uncomfortable.

"Cousin, let's go find a guy, we must kill him completely today!"

Cousin Xiaoyuan saw Yang Jian coming down, and excitedly waved the pig-killing knife in his hand.

When Yang Jian saw this scene, he had a strong sense of disobedience in his heart.

Cousin Madoka's appearance is a cute little girl.

But he was carrying a pig-killing knife in his hand.

And as soon as he opens his mouth, he will kill.

People who don't know think she's crazy.

Cousin Madoka didn't notice Yang Jian's face.

She stepped forward and grabbed Yang Jian's arm and dragged him out.

"Cousin, we've been delayed for a long time, and if it's too late, that thing will find the village."

"If he is allowed into the village, the others will be in danger."

"We must block the entrance of the village and kill him!"

Yang Jian nodded, and then grabbed his cousin Madoka's shoulder in turn.

"It's too slow to walk, I have a way to go faster."

After speaking, Yang Jian took his cousin Xiaoyuan and flew up slowly.

The two turned into a streamer and flew quickly in the direction of the entrance of the village.

A dream within a dream?

I'm here to have fun with you!

PS: Bosses, is it early? Good luck for the day.