Yang Jian was watching his cousin Xiaoyuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappear into the market crowd. He didn't even have time to stop it. The reason why he couldn't stop it was not because he was slow in action, but because he was afraid.

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

Ghost, it seems to be very familiar with his situation.

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

On the contrary, Xiaoyuan, who has no brains, is not easy to target indirect forgetting. Perhaps the choice that just now rushed out was the right one.

Yang Jian was not sure.

The uneasiness in his heart was intensifying, because the rain in the sky was getting heavier at this moment. It was just sparse rain before, but it was light rain later. Now it was considered moderate rain, and the surrounding environment became more and more dizzy and drizzy.

Because he was not wearing a raincoat, Yang Jian was soaked all over now, but he didn't feel cold and would not have the risk of catching a cold or having a fever. But more than half of this time should have passed.

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

If he could not kill that ghost in his dream once before dawn, maybe he would be really 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 that dense.

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

This is not a dream, it is simply a real world, even the touch is the same.

After identifying the direction where his cousin left just now, Yang Jian quickly chased after him. He avoided the passersby around him and was also looking for Xiaoyuan's traces. It would be even better if he could find Lin Xiaoxi.

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

Yang Jian took a look and saw a vendor putting some knives on it, but the style was relatively old, with 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 yet." The vendor with the hat sat there, lowering his head slightly, making a sound.

Um?

Yang Jian's eyes shrank. He didn't expect that the vendor in his dream would still speak. Isn't it something that was changed by ghosts?

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

Yang Jian resisted, thinking that he should be more violent, and stabbed the ghost in his dream to death, which was just once.

Of course, it is secondary to the move, mainly because he wants to force himself to buy and sell.

But when he saw the palm that grabbed his wrist, he felt a chill all over his body. It was the palm of an old man covered with wrinkles, covered with terrifying corpse spots, which stretched densely into his sleeves.

The sleeve style of that piece is the style of an old long gown.

Before the vendor could look up, Yang Jian knew what the hell was selling knives here.

Knocking ghost.

I just detained that thing when I went to Kobe City before, so I had already become familiar with it and could not be familiar with it anymore. Unexpectedly, this thing appeared in my dream.

His eyes moved.

Yang Jian didn't know if he should have picked up the knife and killed the old man, but if something strange happened to this knocker, wouldn't he die here?

"I can't help but dare to chase him and stab him to death."

No matter how afraid it is,

Yang Jian resolutely picked up the knife and chopped it at the vendor who was suspected to be a knocker.

An old man covered with corpse spots cut off his palm.

There was no blood or accident, the knife in my hand seemed particularly easy and it was done naturally.

The vendor did not shout or screamed in pain, but suddenly raised his face and looked at Yang Jian. The old face under the hat was dull and gray, his eyes were empty and numb, and he was still the image of the extremely familiar and terrifying old man.

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

Anyway, it’s a dream, so you can kill anyone.

He just left.

The old man who was chopped by him was silent, but took off his hat calmly, and followed him with a little slow pace, as if he was going to chase Yang Jian for debt, and as if he wanted to ask for the knife. As for whether he would take revenge, it was unknown.

Yang Jian ignored it, just like an ancient bully, who was rampant and did not care about it when hurting people, but continued to walk into the market.

When he passed by a meat stall, he seemed to hear a familiar voice, which looked like Zhang Wei, who was buying meat in front of the meat stall.

"Boss, please give me ten kilograms of meat and cut it into sauce, and don't see any fat on it..."

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

Depend on.

Can you dream of that Zhang Wei even if you dream?

What the hell.

Didn’t he go to live broadcast? Why did he buy meat from my hometown?

Yang Jian felt that his subconscious had been thoroughly understood by the ghost, and even said that the ghost had already known all his memories in his dream, otherwise there would be many strange things like this, and each one was related to him and others would not recognize him at all, otherwise Xiaoyuan would feel strange and confused.

But when he left the butcher shop, he heard Zhang Wei's voice again: "If you have another ten kilograms, you will be fat. Don't see some semen on it, but you should also cut it into sauce..."

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

Yang Jian twitched his lips and resisted the idea of ​​looking back.

This is definitely a cause for my subconscious. I was influenced by Zhang Wei in the past, but now he is in the nightmare.

"If you want another ten kilograms of gold cartilage, you should also chop it into sauce, so don't see some meat on it..."

Finally, when he left the market, this sound still drifted over.

Definitely beaten.

Yang Jian can guarantee that Zhang Wei in his dream would be beaten by the meat-selling boss. As for whether he would be killed by three punches, it depends on his luck.

But the deeper he went into the market, the more he became.

Because he discovered many nightmares, this market seemed to gather all the nightmares in the past, and some things that appeared were just about to feel careful when they first entered.

He saw a dead head placed on a street stall.

A blue-black dead baby was seen in the arms of a woman.

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

at last.

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

It was a woman in red clothes and a head cover.

I stood straight and quiet next to the road. Although it covered my face, I could feel like I was looking here.

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

"What a joke, let's play with me, right?" Yang Jianxin suddenly became cold.

The road was blocked by ghosts.

Ghosts are approaching from all directions.
Chapter completed!