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Yang Jian watched helplessly as his cousin Xiaoyuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi disappeared into the crowds of the market. He didn't even have time to stop them. The reason why he didn't stop them was not because of his slow movements and reactions, but because of fear. .
Afraid that one of the two people is a ghost, so no one dares to get close to it, and that's why that happened.
Ghost, it seems that he understands his situation very well.
The more rational you are, the easier it is to fall into the trap.
On the contrary, it is Madoka's natural stupidity with no brains, and indirect forgetting is even more difficult to be targeted. Maybe the choice of rushing out just now was correct.
Yang Jian wasn't sure.
The uneasiness in his heart is intensifying, because the rain in the sky is getting heavier at this moment. It was just a sparse rain before, and now it is considered to be moderate rain. The surrounding environment is getting darker and drowsy.
Because he didn't wear a raincoat, Yang Jian's whole body is soaked now, but he doesn't feel cold, and he doesn't have the risk of catching a cold or having a fever, but more than half of the time should have passed.
Ghosts have appeared, but have not yet been found.
If there is no way to kill the ghost once in the dream before dawn, maybe he is really going to die.
Because of the heavy rain, the number of people in the market began to decrease.
But there are still many, just not so densely.
"You have to find your cousin." Yang Jian took a deep breath, the moist air entered his abdomen, and he felt more refreshed.
This is not a dream, it is 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 passing pedestrians and at the same time searched for Xiaoyuan's trace. It would be even better if he could find that Lin Xiaoxi by the way. .
He went deep into the market, and there were many vendors around him.
Yang Jian took a look and saw some knives on a street vendor, but the style was relatively old, only hatchet, sickle, scissors and so on, he thought for a while, and without hesitation, he picked up a knife to prepare for self-defense.
"You haven't paid the money yet." The vendor wearing a bamboo hat sat there with his head slightly lowered and made a sound.
Um?
Yang Jian narrowed his eyes, he didn't expect the merchant in his dream to be able to talk, isn't it something transformed by a ghost?
"If you don't have money, I can't give you something." Seeing that Yang Jian didn't want to give it to you, the vendor reached out and grabbed Yang Jian's wrist.
Yang Jian resisted, thinking that he should be more violent, and stabbed the ghost in his dream to death, just once.
Of course, doing things is secondary, the main reason is that he wants to buy and sell by force.
But when he saw the palm that grabbed his wrist, he felt a chill all over his body. It was a wrinkled old man's palm, covered with horrifying corpse spots, densely extending into the sleeve among.
And the style of the sleeves is the style of an old gown.
Before the merchant raised his head, Yang Jian already knew what the hell it was selling knives here.
The knocker.
I went to Kobe City and just imprisoned that thing before, so I am already familiar with it and can't be more familiar with it. I didn't expect this thing to appear in my dream.
His eyes moved.
Yang Jian didn't know if he should pick up a knife and kill the old man, but if something strange happened to the knocker, then he would die here.
"I can't control it, if you dare to chase him, stab him to death."
fear is fear,
Yang Jian resolutely picked up the knife over there, and slashed at the vendor who was suspected to be the knocker.
The palm of an old man covered with corpse spots was chopped off by him.
There was no blood, no accidents, the knife in his hand seemed to be very smooth, and it was done naturally.
And the vendor didn't cry out, nor did he cry out for pain, but suddenly raised his face to look at Yang Jian. The old face under the bamboo hat was dull and ashen, his eyes were hollow and numb, and it was still the extremely familiar and terrifying man. old man image.
Without a word, Yang Jian picked up the knife and turned around to leave.
Anyway, it's a dream, you can kill anyone.
He just walked on his front foot.
The old man who had been slashed by him kept silent, but calmly took off his bamboo hat, and then followed him slowly, as if he wanted to chase after Yang Jian for debts, or to ask for the knife , as for whether they will retaliate,? I don¡¯t know.
However, Yang Jian ignored it, just like the ancient bullies, who ran amok and didn't care about hurting people, but continued to walk into the market.
When passing by a meat stall, he vaguely heard a familiar voice, which sounded like Zhang Wei, who was buying meat in front of that meat stall.
"Boss, I want ten catties of lean meat. Cut it into sausages. Don't see any fat on it"
Yang Jian stopped walking and looked over subconsciously, but the meat stall was empty again.
Depend on.
Can you also dream of that Zhang Wei in your dreams?
What the hell.
Didn't he go to live broadcast? Why buy meat in my hometown.
Yang Jian felt that his subconscious mind had been thoroughly understood by the ghost, and even said that the ghost already knew all his memories in the dream, otherwise so many strange things would appear, and everything was similar to I have a relationship, but others don't know it at all, otherwise Xiaoyuan would feel strange and confused.
But when he left the side of the butcher shop, he heard Zhang Wei's voice again: "If you want another ten catties, it will be fat. Don't see some fine ones on it. You should also cut it into scorpion .¡±
"He will be beaten for buying meat like this."
The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched, and he resisted the thought of looking back.
This is definitely caused by my subconscious mind. I have been influenced by Zhang Wei too much in the past, and now I can see him in my nightmares.
"If you want another ten catties of inch gold cartilage, you should also chop it finely to make sausages. Don't see any meat on it"
In the end, when he left the market, he still heard this voice faintly.
Definitely got hit.
Yang Jian can guarantee that the Zhang Wei in the dream will be beaten badly by the butcher. As for whether he will be beaten to death with three punches, it depends on his luck.
But the deeper he went into the market, the more frightened he became.
Because he discovered many nightmare-like existences, this market seems to have brought together all the previous nightmares, and some of the things that appeared were just as detailed as newbies.
He saw a dead head placed there on a stall.
A livid black dead baby was seen in the arms of a woman.
In a shop, I saw a heavy coffin. There was still a coffin in front of the coffin, but there was no photo of the deceased on it.
at last.
When he met a person, he had to stop, and even had the urge to turn around and leave.
It was a woman in a red dress with a head covering.
Just stood straight and quietly by the side of the road. Although he covered his face, he could feel that he was looking towards this side.
But before Yang Jian turned around and changed his way, he found that the old man buying a knife in the distance behind him followed, the woman holding the dead baby also came, and the coffin in the shop was also carried out by the boss. ?¡
"Are you kidding me, are you kidding me?" Yang Jian's heart became cold in an instant.
The roads are all blocked by ghosts.
There are ghosts approaching in all directions. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com