"What's going on? Were we attacked? Was my consciousness dragged somewhere else in that instant?"
But Yang Jian shook his head, rejecting his own idea. If it had been a paranormal attack on his consciousness, Ghost Dream would definitely have reacted.
"Same here! Leg Bro, the Luck Ghost inside me isn't responding!"
Zhang Wei also realized something was wrong and shouted in alarm.
"But I can still control the ghost domain I've spread out! What the hell is this place?"
Just as the loss of his paranormal power put Zhang Wei on high alert.
A set of synchronized footsteps suddenly came from the dojo's main hall directly ahead.
Then the paper door slid open.
Several young men emerged, all wearing white training uniforms with black belts around their waists and carrying wooden swords.
Their faces had a healthy flush, their eyes were sharp, and their breathing remained steady as they walked.
They could even hear the faint rustle of the young men's uniforms.
Without encountering any resistance, they walked straight into the ghost domain Zhang Wei was still maintaining!
Zhang Wei's luck ghost domain neither repelled nor affected them!
Yang Jian's brows drew tightly together.
His gaze swept rapidly over the young men.
There were no corpse spots, no chilling aura, and none of those stiff, mechanical movements.
Although he had seen no vengeful ghost, Yang Jian's heart rose into his throat.
In the world of Mysterious Revival, inside a sealed-off area classified as an A-class supernatural event.
Seeing several living, completely normal people was precisely what made this so wrong-and so horrifying!
Something sinister had to be behind such an abnormal situation.
The young men in training uniforms walked to the center of the courtyard and stopped.
At the front stood a burly young man with a brutish face.