Lost Market

"Ah, no, this isn't the one I was looking for." Xiao Yuan stared at the corpse on the ground and spoke regretfully.

Yang Jian studied the corpse, then looked at Xiao Yuan. "Killed the wrong one? Looks like I was right before. Other people entered this dream besides the three of us. But if this person was killed by you here, what happens?"

"Of course they die," Xiao Yuan answered.

"They die even if they weren't killed directly by a ghost?" Yang Jian's heart sank.

Lin Xiaoxi said timidly from the side, "I tried to persuade Xiao Yuan not to do this, but we have no way to tell them apart. The only people we can trust are those who came out of our village, like Big Brother Yang Jian."

"That really is dangerous. But this is a dream. If something really happens, it has nothing to do with reality. Killing someone in a dream is just killing someone in a dream. If anyone is to blame, it isn't us—it's the unexplainable supernatural events here."

Yang Jian's expression was cold, and he did not feel there was anything wrong with it. "Besides, judging by how alert that woman was, she would probably die quickly even if she encountered a ghost. Her chances of surviving were practically nonexistent."

"Hehe, Cousin thinks the same way I do." Xiao Yuan spoke happily.

"At a time like this, being naive is what gets you killed fastest. You shouldn't hesitate to discard what needs to be discarded. But it seems this has only just begun."

As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head.

That woman's death seemed to have become a fuse.

The corpses hanging overhead seemed to have been disturbed. They actually began turning in midair in unison, facing the three of them.

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