This is the world of the Ghost Dream.
The previously empty and deathly silent village shrouded in darkness gradually saw the appearance of quite a few people as time went by.
These people appeared out of thin air, without any prior indication. There were already over twenty of them, and the number kept increasing.
Yang Jian learned through inquiries that most of these people were intelligence agents from the King Organization. Each agent was responsible for a specific area, and they did not know each other. They usually transmitted intelligence through an old tape recorder, without knowing who was in charge.
Besides the intelligence agents, some lurking ghost controllers were also pulled into the Ghost Dream. These people were not intelligence agents; they were action personnel from the King Organization responsible for creating supernatural events and murdering key individuals.
It can be said that many out-of-control supernatural events have these action personnel behind them.
Yang Jian, upon hearing this, was immediately enraged. He found a big knife and killed several action personnel on the spot.
āMister Yang, calm down. Whatever the cost, please donāt kill me. I donāt want to die.ā
Someone pleaded, but the response was a direct slash, causing the person to scream repeatedly.
āMister Yang, let me explain. I didnāt sincerely want to join the King Organization; I was forced. The King Organization threatened me with my familyā¦ā
Yang Jian was still unwilling to listen to their nonsense, and with the knife, he hacked at the person again, killing him directly in the dream.
Repeated hacking left him panting heavily.
But the anger in his heart did not dissipate: āYou trash deliberately creating supernatural events that have killed countless people, and you still want to plead? Today, none of you will leave the dream world; one by one will stay here. After dealing with the King Organization, Iāll deal with you slowly.ā
āYang Jian, stop pretending to be a good person. Youāve killed many people, too. Do you really think joining the headquarters and becoming a captain makes you clean? Iāve read your files thoroughly.ā Some did not intend to plead but directly cursed angrily.
Yang Jian said, āI never claimed to be a good person. Iāve killed many people, canāt say they all deserved it, but at least most were not good. Moreover, Iāve saved countless lives, resolved numerous supernatural events, so someone like you has no right to comment on me.ā
āSince your mouth is so vile, why donāt you play with my dog first? Donāt bite him to death, leave him some breath.ā
He was even too lazy to act, ordering the Evil Hound.
The Evil Hound bared its teeth, ferociously pouncing on the speaking man.
The screams echoed again in the dream village as the person was mauled, disfigured, and severely injured by the Evil Hound, yet still alive, lying on the ground howling in pain.
Others watched, shivering.
Although they knew ending up in Yang Jianās hands would be terrible, they didnāt expect Yang Jian to be so brutal, releasing the dog to bite people but not killing them, repeatedly torturing them.
Yang Jian coldly glanced at the others without further venting.
These people could be left here for now; they wouldnāt escape anyway. Killing them wasnāt urgent.
At this moment.
The supernatural influence of the Ghost Dream had invaded half of the hall, and the speed was accelerating. If this continued, the intelligence station of the King Organization would be destroyed by Yang Jian within an hour.
āItās reached this point, their side should show up now.ā Yang Jian frowned, looking at the already damaged hall.
This hall, which allowed only consciousness entry, since itās a supernatural place, must be maintained by a ghost controller, just like the previous Nightmare Castle. The Ghost Dream had already been here for a while, pulling a lot of living consciousnesses into the Ghost Dream World; their side couldnāt be totally oblivious.
Yang Jian hesitated to enter the hall again, feeling safer in the Ghost Dream World. Venturing out might attract attention.
āNot only has their side not shown up, but Leuk San hasnāt appeared either. If Leuk San were really here, he would have been taken into the Ghost Dream by the Evil Hound.ā
He waited a bit longer.
Suddenly, the quiet village had five more unlucky souls; their consciousness captured, appearing here just like the other intelligence agents. They stood, unable to move like wooden stakes.
Maybe due to heavy losses, or perhaps the ferocity of the Evil Houndās intrusion.
At this instant.
In the center of the damaged hall, a black piano was placed. At such a moment, the black piano began to play on its own, a hollow and eerie melody echoing around. The music transcended supernatural barriers, spreading into the Ghost Dream World and expanding within it.
The intelligence agents trapped in the Ghost Dream World heard the melody, their eyes brightening with some delight, as if their savior had arrived.
āThis music sounds strange, more unique than what I heard on the recorder before.ā Yang Jianās eyes narrowed, staring at the black piano in the distance.
The black and white keys on the piano constantly rose and fell, seemingly played by someone, yet the player was not visible.
The Evil Hound, sensing danger, crouched towards the pianoās direction, baring its teeth, ready to attack.
āYang Jian, let me tell you directly, the guardian of this supernatural place is a King from the King Organization. Heās very mysterious; no one has seen his face or knows his identity. We only know his codenameāPianist. Now that youāve drawn the Pianist here, it wonāt end easily.ā An intelligence agent coldly sneered.
āIn the world of consciousness, the Pianist is the most dangerous existence. If a real fight breaks out here, Yang Jian, you wonāt stand a chance. If you leave now, you might escape without repercussions; later, itāll be too late to leave.ā
Some had great confidence in the Pianist, believing Yang Jian was no match here.
āJust a King, itās not like Iāve never killed one. Even if itās a battle of consciousness, Iāll be the winner.ā Yang Jian coldly said, full of confidence.
His Evil Hound had devoured the Nightmare Castle and the Learning Instituteās entity; when it comes to consciousness intrusion, no one can withstand itānot even the King known as Pianist.
The strange piano music continued playing.
Suddenly, in front of that black piano appeared a blurry figure; it seemed ready to disappear at any moment. The appearance was unclear; just a person in a black tailcoat, like a ghost diligently playing the piano.
This blurry figure in tailcoat must be the Pianist they talked about.
With the Pianistās arrival, the eerie music seemed to emit an indescribable terrifying power.
Yang Jian felt his consciousness uncontrollably getting drawn towards that black piano, as if to be absorbed, sinking into darkness.
Yet a low growl from the Evil Hound snapped him out of it.
Unfortunately, others werenāt as lucky.
Those dragged into the Ghost Dream World saw their forms beginning to fade one after another, seemingly returning to the magnificent hall.
Additionally, the speed of the Evil Houndās invasion gradually slowed down.
The Pianist kept playing, silent as if lost in the performance, with increasing speed, transforming the ethereal music into buzzing noise, sharp and piercing, forcing people to cover their ears painfully.
āThis is already a supernatural assault; an attack targeting consciousness. That black piano is definitely not an ordinary instrument, certainly a highly dangerous supernatural item.ā Yang Jian covered his ears, unable to escape the terrifying sound even within the Ghost Dream World.
Heād previously seen an old piano in the Caesar Hotel but it wasnāt a supernatural item, just an ordinary piano. However, a segment of eerie music was stored on it and was extremely perilous.
Now it seems, three segments of music and a black piano create the complete picture.
But now, the Pianist possesses one music segment and a black supernatural piano, overpowering Yang Jianās other two music segments.
āDrag him into the Ghost Dream World and then maul him to death.ā Yang Jian painfully commanded, quickly giving orders.
In a battle of consciousness, he couldnāt help much; the Evil Hound would need to handle it.
Upon receiving orders, the Evil Hound growled, charging towards the playing Pianist.
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