One's Own Nightmare

After regaining his composure, Yang Jian began to consider the situation at hand. After confirming that the ghosts he controlled had vanished and recognizing the peculiar, eerie environment around him, he could draw a rather bold conclusion.

He was dreaming.

Only a dream could explain everything happening before his eyes.

In his current state, even if the Starving Ghost had been released again, or the Ghost Messenger were still around, he would have dared to face them head-on.

But if this was a dream, everything was different.

The ghosts' abilities seemed unable to affect dreams, or perhaps the ghosts Yang Jian controlled simply could not interfere with a dreamscape.

"This is a supernatural dream. Only something supernatural could make it feel so real while letting me clearly know that I'm dreaming." Yang Jian pondered.

So how was he supposed to wake up?

Or rather, how was he supposed to send his consciousness back?

He did not dare stay in this supernatural dream for long. Who knew what might happen? He had already lost his identity as a Ghost Tamer and was even a disabled man missing one hand.

"Xiao Yuan, where are you going? Under these circumstances, isn't it a bad idea to leave the village?" Yang Jian asked.

"It's fine. No matter where we go, we can always come back when the time comes. Besides, the farther away we are, the safer it is. There are lots of unclean things around here." Xiao Yuan giggled.

"So that's why you wanted to buy a knife during the day?" Yang Jian said.

"Yes." Xiao Yuan hurriedly nodded.

"Can things from reality be brought into dreams?" Yang Jian thought. "That means Xiao Yuan and that girl named Lin Xiaoxi are wearing the raincoats they bought earlier and carrying fruit knives, while I