The scene immediately reminded everyone of what had happened at Fu'an Inn. The difference was that this time, not everyone had died. Only Gao Yanqing was dead.
Jiang Cheng took a deep breath. A faint, musty smell hung in the air—lake water. He had smelled the same thing in his sleep the night before.
At that moment, Gao Yanqing's face was peaceful, as if he were still asleep. His hands were folded over his chest, and the whole scene was permeated with an indescribable eeriness.
Faced with such a bizarre scene, everyone slowly calmed down. People died all the time during these missions. For those who were still alive, the most important thing was to find clues and avoid suffering the same fate.
Naturally, someone brought up the dream from the night before. Li Bai hesitated for a moment, then turned to the others and spoke first. "Everyone, I had a dream last night. In it, we were all aboard a ship drifting through unfamiliar waters. Water kept pouring in, and we tried everything we could to escape. In the end... just as the ship was about to sink completely, the world turned upside down, and then I woke up."
"Same here. That dream felt so real—so real it didn't seem like a dream at all."
The Fatty stared at Gao Yanqing's corpse. The sight of his remaining upper half brought back the horror of the night before. At least in the dream, Gao Yanqing had still been alive and kicking. He had no idea what the man had gone through after they parted.
"Same here." Zhang Qizheng nodded.
Zhu Jie leaned against Tang Qisheng. A sickly pallor spread across her face. "We had the same dream. It seems last night's dream... was much more than just a dream."
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