Offering flowers before the Buddha

"I am Yang Jian. By the time you read this, I've already been dead..."
A strange parchment, an eye that peeks into the darkness. This is the memoir of a person who survived.

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Mysterious Revival

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"Has everyone in the village entered this nightmare?"


At that moment, Yang Jian realized the seriousness of the situation. He had not expected what seemed like a minor supernatural event to spiral out of control like this, and the extent of the affected area might not be limited to just one village, it could also include nearby villages and even the county town, all possibly under the influence of the malevolent spirit.


Jiang Yan cried out in pain as she looked at the bite mark on her slender arm and was suddenly struck dumb.


"It's no use. You can't break free from this nightmare through pain. It doesn't matter if you bite yourself, even if you were stabbed with a knife, you wouldn't wake up; plus, if you die in the dream, then you would really die in reality. Remember the girl called Lin Xiaoxi during the day?"


Yang Jian glanced at her and said, "She was killed by a ghost in her dream, and then under the influence of supernatural power, she decapitated herself."


Chapter 703: The Peril of Blending into the Crowd