I jolted awake from the dream.
It had been shorter than any of my previous dreams. It ended before I even had a chance to do anything.
That spirit was far too dangerous.
Compared to the game, it killed with even less restraint and was even more brazen.
What bothered me more was that I couldn't move in the dream. I couldn't feel my soul existing independently, and I had no way to use my abilities.
I wasn't panicking. I was just troubled by it.
I must have overexerted myself at Guangyuan Mountain, which was why I couldn't use my abilities normally lately. They should recover after a while.
Come to think of it, this overexertion hadn't put too much of a strain on me. After thinking it over, the only explanation I could come up with was that Ye Qing had been in especially good condition. He had to be. I had no idea how many ghosts he'd devoured at Guangyuan Mountain, and he hadn't burst from overeating. He'd also been out of control for a long time. That could only mean the side effects I'd made him bear had been too severe.
I lay in bed for a long time before getting up and heading to work.
On the way, I saw row after row of shared bikes.
I slowed down and looked around.
I didn't see that spirit.
It probably isn't here... right?
I thought of my younger sister, who was still at school, and sent her a message. Then I messaged Wu Ling and the others, including Skinny.
None of us had encountered that spirit before. But I'd finished reading its file and had even dreamed about it, so there was a good chance I'd run into it in the future. I was fairly confident about