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.

Nyoi-Bo Studio

Mysterious Revival

Vicky_

Yang Jian panted heavily. His physical strength in the dream wasn't as good as he had imagined. After desperately chasing for a while, he began to falter.


Moreover, it was different from the nightmare of yesterday.


The distances in the village remained the same; if not for the different buildings, this was Meishan Village, exactly as it was over a decade ago. It was impossible to distinguish which was real and which was the dream.


But Xiao Yuan was standing in an open space, slightly dazed.


"Did you catch the ghost?" Yang Jian didn't approach. He still remained cautious.


Xiao Yuan paused for a moment before turning her head, her eyes revealing a bit of confusion; "It seems like it's not here, I got it wrong."


Yang Jian's expression changed. How could that be possible?


Chapter 704 The Encounter in Dreams