The thought made my heart race with panic.
This dream had been incredibly strange.
I hadn't just failed to control the dream—I hadn't even been able to control my own ability.
So did that mean I hadn't actually killed the Guide?
I carefully recalled the fragmented scenes from the dream.
The beginning had been very clear. I'd seen what the Guide had done in Huixiang, all the way up to his most recent major act: destroying Crying Grave Ridge.
The person he'd wanted to deal with was Huixiang's original City God—the ancestor of the Zhou family.
In the dream, I'd followed him and Zhou Yusheng, father and son, to Crying Grave Ridge. I'd felt the power of the land and attacked the Guide. I'd only meant to catch him and use a little of my ability to threaten him into releasing Chen Xiaoqiu and the others. But my ability had activated on its own, and halfway through, the dream had shifted again.
"Lin Qi, are you all right?" Lü Qiaolan asked, concern in her voice.
I gave her a perfunctory shake of my head, still thinking about the dream.
There was no doubt about it: the dream had shifted when my ability activated on its own.
That had never happened to me before.
After that, the dream became even more fragmented.
The Road to the Underworld, an unfinished building...
What I could be sure of was that the Guide had still been alive at the unfinished building. He was probably someone whose work was similar to Ye Qing and the others', or maybe he was an unlucky soul like me, dragged into supernatural events because of his ability, with a few things on hand to keep himself alive.
The Guide had been chased by a gigantic wolf-like monster. After escaping