Most of the time, my abilities worked in dreams. That didn't mean they were completely useless in "reality," but their effectiveness was definitely diminished.
The biggest problem was that I was too weak in "reality." My physical fitness was average. I wasn't an athlete, and I hadn't learned any fighting techniques. In that regard, I couldn't compare to the exceptionally gifted Guo Yujie, or Chen Xiaoqiu, who had at least learned a few things. It was a little embarrassing, but I couldn't deny reality and arrogantly assume I could rely on my own actions to take down powerful ghosts.
In dreams, I was in a soul state, and many people and ghosts couldn't even sense my presence. That advantage was crucial to my abilities working. Otherwise, I couldn't even touch those ghosts, let alone destroy them.
I tried to enter a dream, but nothing happened. That made me even more worried than before.
I asked Wu Ling, but she didn't know what was going on either. She couldn't tell whether that thing was behind it, or if there was something wrong with my abilities again.
As for Skinny and the others, they had no solutions either. They could only worry along with me.
When we arrived at Workers and Peasants Sixth Village, I focused on work and temporarily put those troubling matters out of my mind.
The second round of voting on the demolition compensation plan hadn't started yet. We were still publicizing the results of the first round and promoting the upcoming vote, both of which were a bit of a hassle. There wouldn't be any information sessions, but that didn't stop the property owners from raising concerns and complaints.
More and more people were learning that the results were in and a new vote was about to begin.