Chapter 734 701 The Dream Affects Reality

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The issue of cousin Xiao Yuan’s murder wasn’t settled until the evening. Although the family of the girl named Lin Xiaoxi had taken the money and fled early on, the villagers relished a good spectacle and always enjoyed commenting at length. Besides, the corpse needed to be dealt with; it couldn’t be left in the room forever.

However, after this incident, Yang Jian gained a new reputation in the village as someone “silly with too much money.”

Since the matter had nothing to do with him, he had foolishly thrown out five million to settle the situation. If that’s not being silly with too much money, what is?

Of course, those villagers could never imagine that Yang Jian’s gold in Dachang City was measured by the ton…

To him, money had become just a number on the books. With his current abilities and status, it wouldn’t be difficult to earn even more if he wanted.

But for Yang Jian, thinking about making money at this time was incredibly foolish. He was currently focused on survival, deciphering the secrets of the resurrected specter, pursuing the truth, and finding a correct way to control ghosts.

After dinner.

Having nothing else to do, Yang Jian began to rummage through the old house, hoping to find some relics left by his father.

Some objects didn’t possess supernatural power, so they couldn’t be glimpsed using the “Ghost Eye.” They had to be searched for slowly because the “Ghost Eye” would only react to anomalous things, yet some things weren’t anomalous.

“By the way, Yang Jian, right after dinner ended, one of your uncles asked your mom for a loan of two hundred thousand to build a new house. Your mom asked me to see what you think,” said Jiang Yan, walking over to where Yang Jian was crouching in a corner sifting through boxes and cupboards, and spoke softly.

“What are you looking for? Do you need any help?” she asked.

Without looking up, Yang Jian replied, “No need, I’m just searching casually. What did you say just now? About a loan?”

“Yeah, they must have seen how generous you were this morning and now they’re all starting to have designs on you,” said Jiang Yan with a pout, “Looking at them, it seems like they have no intention of repaying the loan.”

“It doesn’t matter. Given the current trend with frequent supernatural occurrences, it’s uncertain how long most people will live,” said Yang Jian indifferently. “If they’re short of money, just lend it to them. It’ll let them live a little happier for a few years. Who knows, they might die in a supernatural event at any time.”

“You weren’t like this before,” commented Jiang Yan. “Since you agree, I’ll loan them the money.”

“Mhm, just make sure a promissory note is written,” Yang Jian said.

“They obviously don’t plan to repay, so a promissory note might be moot,” mentioned Jiang Yan.

Yang Jian said, “The intention isn’t to have them repay, but we should still have some protection. If one day they deny their debts, or start arguing with my mom, we can just sue them. If everyone gets along and stays safe, then there won’t be any issues. My relatives aren’t exactly the best, but some things just can’t be helped for the sake of appearance.”

“Hehe, makes sense,” laughed Jiang Yan.

She knew Yang Jian was spending money for peace of mind. Although it was somewhat wasteful, it was also a straightforward way to handle things.

Jiang Yan left shortly afterward.

Yang Jian continued to search for anomalies.

Soon, he found an old photo frame with a very aged photo inside. The picture was somewhat blurred and black-and-white. It was a family portrait: him as a child, his mother Zhang Fen, and his father…

Wait a second.

Yang Jian took note of his father’s appearance.

Despite the blurriness, it was still apparent that the face was unusually pale, the smile stiff, and the eyes dull and ashy—hardly resembling a living person, more like a recently deceased corpse.

But at a glance, it all seemed quite normal—after all, who would think of a corpse when looking at a photo?

Yang Jian fell silent.

In the photo, he was only three or four years old at most, and he had no memory of the photo being taken.

From this, he deduced that his father had died in a car accident when he was six years old, but a year prior, his father was already not normal. As for what had happened in that time, what changes had occurred, probably no one knew. The old house contained no such information, no notes, no records.

However, as Yang Jian was looking through some of the old objects…

“Tap, tap tap!”

There came a series of inexplicable footsteps from the ceiling above— the sound of leather shoes striking the ground, very distinct.

Hmm?

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At this moment.

Yang Jian suddenly looked up, his body subconsciously tensing, and his Ghost Eye involuntarily opened.

Because at that moment, Jiang Yan had gone out, and his mother had not yet returned, leaving him alone in the house, and it was impossible for anyone to be upstairs.

Moreover, the noise came from that room… the room where his father’s portrait was kept.

“What a joke, I’ve already checked; there was nothing wrong,” Yang Jian immediately put down everything in his hands and dashed upstairs without hesitation.

He was nervous, but not afraid.

If a ghost really appeared, Yang Jian might be able to confront it head-on, not to mention he carried the eerie Firewood Knife, which could retaliate against even the most formidable ghosts.

When Yang Jian reached the second floor, his steps suddenly halted.

Because the door of the room on the far right… had opened.

The wooden door, which had been checked and locked several times, was now ajar.

This kind of phenomenon would go unnoticed by a careless person, who might simply think the wind had blown it open or that they hadn’t locked it properly when leaving, but Yang Jian was different. He was certain that he had securely closed that room when he left, and Jiang Yan would definitely not wander into the room with the portrait.

“There must be something wrong; I just don’t know where the problem lies. It was the same yesterday; the door opened by itself,” Yang Jian said, his face solemn as he stepped into the room again.

The source of the footsteps was not found.

Everything in the room was arranged exactly as before, with no change.

Even his Ghost Eye detected nothing amiss.

If not for this, how could Yang Jian have possibly slept next door to Jiang Yan last night, as if he didn’t care for his life?

“Things are getting weirder here. It started with a nightmare, then today I found two human heads, a dismembered body, followed by four guys who were supposed to deliver a message heading into the woods… And now, footsteps come from an empty room, suggesting a ghost might be lingering here.”

“The most critical point is, I haven’t been able to find the slightest clue from start to finish.”

“It seems abnormal, but I can’t find the source of the anomaly. Even scouring the entire village with my Supernatural Power yielded nothing,” he continued.

Yang Jian was not hasty at this moment; he was pondering.

A terrifying conjecture surfaced in his mind.

Perhaps the source of the anomaly was not in reality, but within that nightmare.

During last night’s nightmare, his cousin Xiao Yuan quickly pulled him away from the village, and he didn’t even know the state of the village.

What if that nightmare was somehow linked to reality?

“If that’s true, then the ghost causing the disturbance is in the neighboring room of the village in my dream,” Yang Jian thought, and he was suddenly taken aback.

Because he had left his room during the nightmare last night, and if there was a ghost next door, it would mean he had been just a few meters away from a ghost… Had his cousin not promptly pulled him away, he might have encountered the ghost in a far too intimate manner.

Considering the state Yang Jian was in during his first nightmare, it was very likely that something would have happened.

“So, the ghost is in the dream, starting to slowly influence reality?”

After a long contemplation, Yang Jian came to this conclusion.

If the guess was correct, then the ghost could not be dealt with because you can’t beat a ghost in a dream. Even if you manage to kill the ghost, at most the nightmare ends, but the ghost doesn’t die.

Unsolvable.

Yang Jian thought to himself that this was an unsolvable supernatural event.

The ghost could not be imprisoned nor dealt with in a dream, yet it began to impact reality, luring the living into the dream. Even a ghost controller could not escape, and the nightmares would be much more frightening if the controller entered the dream.

It was a vicious cycle with no way out.

“If there truly is no way to deal with it, then I can only leave this family home first thing tomorrow morning,” Yang Jian felt this was the only prudent method.

Because the supernatural event only occurred in this vicinity, there were no such phenomena in Dachang City, indicating that it was regional and could be evaded.

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