Yang Jian watched his cousin Xiaoyuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappear into the crowd of the market at this moment, and he didn't even have time to stop it, the reason why he couldn't stop it was not because he moved and reacted slowly, but because he was afraid.

I was afraid that one of the two people was a ghost, so no one dared to approach, so that that that kind of situation occurred.

Ghost seems to know his own situation very well.

The more sensible you are, the easier it is to fall into the trap.

On the contrary, it is the kind of natural stupidity that has no brain, and indirect forgetting is not easy to be targeted, so maybe the choice to rush out just now is correct.

Yang Jian wasn't sure.

The uneasiness in his heart was intensifying, because the rain in the sky was heavier at the moment, before it was only sparse rain, to the light rain in the back, and now it was moderate rain, and the surrounding environment was getting darker and darker.

Because he didn't wear a raincoat, Yang Jian was soaked all over his body now, but he didn't feel cold, and he didn't have the risk of catching a cold and fever, but more than half of this time should have passed.

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

If he hadn't been able to kill that ghost in his dream once before dawn, he might have really been doomed.

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

But there are still a lot of them, just not so densely.

"I've got to find my cousin. Yang Jian took a deep breath, and the moist air entered his abdomen, and he felt a lot more energetic.

Where is this dream, it's simply a real world, even the touch is the same.

After identifying the direction in which his cousin left just now, Yang Jian quickly chased after him, he avoided the passers-by around him and was also looking for Xiaoyuan's traces, if he could find that Lin Xiaoxi by the way, it would be better.

He went deep into the bazaar, surrounded by a lot of vendors.

Yang Jian glanced at a vendor and saw some knives on it, but the style was relatively old, only firewood knives, sickles, scissors and the like, he thought about it, and without hesitation, he directly picked up a knife to prepare for self-defense.

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

Well?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank, he didn't expect that the vendor in this dream would actually speak, isn't it something that the ghost has changed?

"If you don't have money, you can't give it to you. Seeing that Yang Jian didn't want to give it to you, the vendor reached out and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist directly.

Yang Jian resisted, feeling that he should be a little more violent, and stabbed this ghost thing in his dream to death, and he was also fierce once.

Of course, the move is secondary, the main thing is that he wants to buy and sell.

But when he saw the palm that had grabbed his wrist, he felt a chill all over his body, it was a wrinkled old man's palm, which was horrific with corpse spots, densely extending into the sleeves of his coat.

And the sleeve style is the style of an old caftan.

Before the vendor could raise his head, Yang Jian already knew what the hell was selling knives here.

Knocker.

I went to Kobe City before and just detained that thing, so I was already familiar with it and couldn't be familiar anymore, but I didn't expect it to appear in a dream.

His eyes moved.

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

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

Fear is fear,

Yang Jian resolutely picked up the knife and slashed at the vendor who was suspected of knocking on the door.

He chopped off the palm of an old man's hand covered with corpse spots.

There was no blood, no accidents, and the knife in his hand seemed extraordinarily handy, so it was done naturally.

And the vendor didn't scream, nor did he cry out in pain, but suddenly raised his face to look at Yang Jian, the old face under the hat was dull and dead, his eyes were empty and numb, and he was still the extremely familiar and terrifying image of the old man.

Yang Jian didn't say a word, picked up the knife, turned around and left.

Anyway, it's a dream, and you can kill anyone.

He just walked on his front foot.

The old man who was slashed by him was silent, just took off his hat very calmly, and then followed with a slightly sluggish pace, as if he wanted to chase Yang Jian for debts, and seemed to want to ask for the knife, as for whether he would retaliate, it was unknown.

Yang Jian ignored it, just like the ancient bullies, who were rampant, and didn't care if they hurt people, but continued to walk towards the market.

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

"Boss, I want ten catties of fine meat, cut it into a smash, don't see half a bit of fat on it......"

Yang Jian stopped and subconsciously looked over, but there was no one at the meat stall.

Depend on.

If you dream, can you dream of that Zhang Wei?

What the heck.

Didn't he go to play live broadcast, how to buy meat in my hometown.

Yang Jian felt that his subconscious had been thoroughly penetrated by the ghost, and even said that the ghost already knew all his memories in the dream, otherwise there would be so many strange things, and everything was related to himself, and others didn't know him at all, otherwise Madoka would feel strange and confused.

But when he left the butcher's shop, he heard Zhang Wei's voice again: "If you want ten catties of fat, don't see some fine ones on it, and cut them into ......."

"He'll be beaten for buying meat like this. ”

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he couldn't resist the idea of looking back.

This is definitely his own subconscious at fault, he has been influenced by too much Zhang Wei before, and now he is in the nightmares.

"If you want ten catties of gold cartilage, you must also chop it carefully, and don't see some meat on it......"

Finally, when he left the market, the sound was still faintly wafting over.

Definitely beaten.

Yang Jian dared to guarantee that Zhang Wei in his dream would be beaten by the boss who sold meat, and as for whether he would be killed with three punches, it depended on his luck.

But the deeper he went into the bazaar, the more terrified he became.

Because he had discovered a lot of nightmarish existences, this bazaar seemed to gather all the previous nightmares, and some of the things that appeared were simply just fresh into the feeling.

He saw a dead man's head on a stall.

A dead blue-black baby was seen in a woman's arms.

In a shop, I saw a heavy coffin, and there was a spiritual seat in front of the coffin, but there was no posthumous photo on it.

At last.

When he met someone, he had to stop, and even turned away.

It was a woman dressed in red and wearing a hood.

Standing straight and quietly on the side of the road, I could feel like I was looking this way, even though I was covering my face.

But before Yang Jian could turn around and change the way, he found that the old man who bought the knife in the distance behind him followed, the woman holding the dead baby also came over, and the coffin in the store was also carried out by the boss.......

"What are you kidding, play me as such. Yang Jian's heart instantly cooled by half.

The roads are blocked by ghosts.

There are ghosts approaching from all directions.