The black boat drifted across the cold, silent lake.
But the four people from Taiping Ancient Town aboard the boat had suffered a devastating blow because of the sudden appearance of a vicious dog. The woman had been dragged directly into a dream, half of the one-eyed old man's consciousness had fallen asleep, Boss Liu had lost seven yuan to preserve his safety, and the Faceless Man had somehow temporarily avoided the attack.
Whatever the process had been, the outcome was terrifying.
Watching this unfold, Yang Jian understood exactly what was happening.
The vicious dog had forcefully entered their dreams. Who could withstand that?
Yet these four truly were extraordinary. Although they had suffered severe blows, most of them had survived instead of being wiped out instantly.
But this result was already good enough.
The woman on the black boat had fallen asleep. She was having a nightmare.
In the nightmare, the woman was inside Taiping Ancient Town.
Taiping Ancient Town in the dream was utterly deserted, empty and deathly silent. She stood alone on an old street, somewhat lost.
It was not until a vicious dog's low growl sounded that she snapped out of her daze.
"This isn't Ghost Lake. I'm in my dream, so that vicious dog didn't suddenly disappear—it forcibly dragged me into a dream?" The woman was not completely ignorant. She quickly understood the situation.
She suddenly shuddered.
She could actually feel a trace of cold.
Looking down, she discovered that all her familiar clothes had vanished. She was left with only a ragged undergarment full of holes. When the wind blew, the cold seeped into her bones and made her tremble.
How many years had it been?
How many years had it been since she had felt cold?
"This is bad. It seems that I