In the apartmentâs lobby, Sun Rui had already left the first floor and arrived at the second floor.
He bent down to look below and saw that the floor of the lobby was covered with accumulating water, which was exceptionally cold and possessed a strong supernatural power. Even the supernatural phenomena in the apartment were influenced, as evidenced by the flickering lights on the first floor, which seemed ready to go out at any moment.
âIf this continues, the first floor will be completely submerged by the water. Moreover, this isnât ordinary water; itâs probably something supernatural. If necessary, itâs best not to come into contact with it to avoid any unforeseen consequences.â
Sun Rui observed for a moment and drew some conclusions.
However, if this trend continued, there was really a possibility that the entire apartment would be submerged.
But before the apartment became submerged, Sun Rui was more concerned about whether Yang Jian would accidentally drown himself, given that the water had already reached Yang Jianâs ankles and was still rising.
Yet despite this, Yang Jian, sitting in the chair, showed no signs of waking up.
Evidently, this kind of sleep was not a normal slumber.
âLetâs wait and see. So far, the situation is still controllable,â Sun Rui wasnât impatient, just quietly waiting for the outcome.
And in the dream.
Yang Jian was still fixated on the large, entirely black Evil Hound before him, feeling heavy-hearted and trapped in a dilemma. He dared not retreat, afraid of undoing his progress, nor advance recklessly, fearing the Evil Hound might pounce and attack him.
Now, he was very tense, cold sweat trickling down his back, with an indescribable fear welling inside him.
In the dream, Yang Jian was not affected by the supernatural, thus exhibiting normal human emotions.
The Evil Hound growled lowly; although it had not attacked Yang Jian, its demeanor suggested it could go out of control at any moment.
âThings arenât as smooth as imagined. Itâs rejecting me, but its instinct as a faithful dog tells it that my identity is not that of an enemy. So, the dog has been suppressing its impulse to attack me. But I canât just keep waiting like this because the longer it takes, the more unsafe it is for me.â
âIn the dream world, ghosts become more dangerous and terrifying as the nightmare persists. The Evil Hound before me has inherited all this and thus possesses such traits.â
Yang Jian quickly thought back to his past experiences with Ghost Dreams.
The previous experiences could be referenced, as they were the same in essence; the only difference was the identity of the vengeful spirit.
âBe a bit more aggressive.â
Yang Jian watched the restless Evil Hound and cautiously approached it by two more steps, raising his hand to gesture, âRelax, Iâm not your enemy; weâve met before; good dog.â
He attempted to pacify the Evil Houndâs emotions.
The Evil Hound bared its teeth while growling, pacing back and forth, its body gradually retreating.
It didnât assume an attacking posture; rather, it seemed a bit afraid of Yang Jian.
Noticing this, Yang Jian continued to advance, âRight, just like that. Good dog, Iâm not your enemy; you need to remain calm.â
âCalm, calm, donât bite me.â
âI know youâre a good dog and wonât bite people indiscriminately.â
Currently, he was coaxing the Evil Hound much like soothing a child, and this Evil Hound seemed to cooperate, refraining from lunging to bite Yang Jian. This granted Yang Jian, who was originally tense and fearful, a bit more confidence.
Perhaps today he could indeed form a connection with the Evil Hound, turning it into a loyal one.
Yang Jian wasnât rash; despite the increasing danger the longer he remained in the dream, he had to compose himself and build a connection with the Evil Hound when it was so close, preventing any mistakes.
He was betting with his life now.
If the Evil Hound lost control, Yang Jian would die horribly.
The immense risk was the reason he resisted dreaming consistently.
After a momentary pause, the Evil Hound seemed to calm down, ceasing its aggressive stance and examining Yang Jian with a tint of recognition, mistaking him for someone familiar.
âThere is an effect,â
Yang Jian felt slightly joyful and inched two more steps closer.
By now, the distance between him and the Evil Hound was only three or four steps apart, incredibly close, and he could even feel the warm breaths the hound exhaled hitting his face.
âYes, just like that, we know each other, weâre acquaintances. Donât be so guarded against me; Iâve come to visit you, not to confront you.â
âBe a good dog and donât bite people.â
Yang Jian continued speaking, unsure of its effectiveness, merely hoping the Evil Hound would realize he posed no threat, he was friendly and a previously familiar person.
The Evil Hound put away its ferocious expression, no longer baring its teeth or growling, instead slightly tilting its head to observe him, sniffing with its nose experimentally while cautiously approaching Yang Jian.
Being a ghost, it remained unaware of having replaced the ghost, hence maintaining the instincts and traits of a dog.
The Evil Hound seemed to catch Yang Jianâs scent, gradually nearing him.
Yang Jian was very tense, hardly daring to move, for as the Evil Hound approached, its true size was daunting, much like a young calf. How his father trained such an Evil Hound was beyond him, perhaps the hound underwent some special transformations in the dream, explaining its current form.
The sharp fangs and large mouth left no doubt they could sever an arm or a neck with ease.
âSuccess is near; itâs accepting me,â Yang Jian saw the Evil Hound sniffing his palm, its nose touching his skin lightly, filling him with both tension and joy.
Everything turned toward a positive direction.
Once the Evil Hound accepted Yang Jian, everything in this nightmare would be perfectly resolved.
The Evil Hound continued sniffing, familiarizing itself with this person and establishing some connection.
At this moment, it was no longer an Evil Ghost, just a purely abandoned wolfhound in the dream world. If tamed, its fierce loyalty could be his.
However, currently, only Yang Jian was qualified to attempt this task; anyone else entering would likely be bitten to death at first instance.
Because Yang Jian inherited some special characteristics from his father, the dogâs guard against him was minimal.
Things were expected to proceed smoothly from here.
But when the Evil Hound sniffed around Yang Jianâs wrist, its previously calm demeanor shattered instantly; it bared its teeth immediately, its red eyes suddenly turning fierce, as if even its fur bristled, changing its attitude instantly and entering an attack mode.
âThis isâŠ..â Yang Jian sensed something, glancing at his wrist.
A black birthmark had quietly appeared around his wrist like a bracelet.
âItâs the bracelet Sister Hong gave me back at the old mansion,â Yang Jian realized immediately what was happening.
Though this was a dream world, where a bracelet couldnât manifest, the braceletâs supernatural influence had affected him, likewise drawn into the dream.
The Evil Hound sensed an abnormal scent, casting doubt on Yang Jianâs identity.
In the next moment.
The Evil Hound roared, lunging at Yang Jian with its sharp fangs aimed fiercely.
âNot good.â
Yang Jianâs expression tightened, reacting swiftly by stepping back to dodge the attack and quickly retreating, widening the gap between them.
âListen, doggy, calm downâŠâ
But before he could finish, the Evil Hound seemingly lost some sanity, charged forward aggressively, and began biting without restraint.
âDamn it.â
Yang Jian understood the situation spiraled out of control; the Evil Hound lost control due to specific circumstances, which normally would never happen.
Indeed, supernatural incidents never guarantee certainty; unexpected occurrences always hold potential.
Yang Jian thought quickly while retreating hastily.
The Evil Hound pursued aggressively, relentlessly closing in on Yang Jian over mere seconds, eventually catching up and knocking him down, followed by frantic tearing and biting.
Blood splattered, flesh and blood thrown into disarray.
The ferocity of the Evil Hound was breathtaking, under typical circumstances, a person would be quickly bitten to death.
Yet as Yang Jian failed to connect with the Evil Hound and got attacked.
The next moment.
A blurry figure emerged from a small path near Old Lin, swiftly approaching here.
Someone resembling Yang Jian by seventy to eighty percent in appearance emerged, though emitting a chillier aura, unlike that of a living person, resembling an emotionless corpse.
âAn accident did happen,â Yang Xiaoâs voice echoed in the woods near Old Lin.
Upon hearing this voice, the Evil Hound biting Yang Jian abruptly halted, then lifted its head, gazing towards Yang Xiao in the near distance.
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