It was already complete?
Could it be completed without going to the lake?
Could it have been... that dream just now?
A string of questions popped into Qin Manjiang's head.
Everyone in the Ghost Story Game put a great deal of faith in "omens."
They did not think dreams were merely dreams, subconscious products of whatever occupied their minds during the day.
Almost everyone was certain that a dream before undertaking a ghost story had to be some kind of omen, and had to contain some kind of hint.
Then was that dream a hint about Guanyin Flat Lake?
Images from the dream flashed through Qin Manjiang's mind.
That enormous pit full of naked corpses reminded him of a snake nest. When he had watched Animal World in the past, a snake nest had been dug open, revealing countless snakes tangled densely together inside, enough to make his scalp crawl.
The pit in his dream had given him much the same impression as that "snake nest."
For the first time, Qin Manjiang felt resistance toward a ghost story that had not even begun.
It was not terror, nor was it fear, but resistance.
That resistance went so far that even if he had to die, he did not want to die at "Guanyin Flat Lake."
Qin Manjiang himself did not know where that feeling came from. He swept those ill-timed thoughts from his mind.
Whatever happened, I had to go.
With that thought, Qin Manjiang simply went to take a shower. Although it was already very late, he was not sleepy at all for the moment.
As water streamed down from the showerhead, the scene of his other "self" falling into the corpse pit in his dream surfaced in Qin Manjiang's mind again-the densely packed hands grabbing "him," the sight