The Continuation of the Nightmare

Yang Jian watched helplessly as his cousin Xiao Yuan and the girl named Lin Xiaoxi vanished into the crowd at the market. He did not even have time to stop them. It was not because his movements or reactions were slow, but because he was wary.

He feared that one of the two was a ghost, so neither of them had dared approach. That was how the situation had arisen.

The ghost seemed to know its own circumstances very well.

The more rational one was, the easier it was to fall into its trap.

On the other hand, someone as scatterbrained and absent-minded as Xiao Yuan, who forgot things intermittently, was less likely to be targeted. Perhaps her choice to rush out just now had been the right one.

Yang Jian could not be sure.

The unease in his heart was intensifying, because the rain in the sky was growing heavier. It had started as a sparse drizzle, then turned into light rain, and now it counted as moderate rain. The surroundings were becoming increasingly dark and gloomy.

Since he was not wearing a raincoat, Yang Jian was now soaked through. Yet he did not feel cold, nor was he at risk of catching a cold or developing a fever. Still, more than half the time should have passed by now.

The ghost had already appeared, but he had yet to find it.

If he could not kill that ghost once in the dream before dawn, he might really be finished.

Because of the heavier rain, there were fewer people in the market.

But there were still many of them; they simply were not as densely packed.

"I need to find my cousin first." Yang Jian took a deep breath. The damp air filled his lungs, leaving him feeling more