Died in a Dream

Because of the appearance of that group, Yang Jian was delayed for a while. By the time he returned to the village, it was already nearly ten o'clock.

He did not dare be careless with the strange corpse inside the body bag in his hand. He found more body bags and gold boxes in the car, then stored the pieces of the corpse separately.

Two heads, a pair of dead legs, and half a body with no head or legs.

What unsettled him most was that one of the heads looked exactly like his dead father. This corpse was suspected to be his father's.

Troubles just keep coming one after another. It was fine when I knew nothing before, but now that I know some of the truth, I've realized just how deeply entangled I am with supernatural incidents. When I was little, a body suspected to belong to a fierce ghost had already been buried near this village, and I was kept in the dark all these years.

Yang Jian silently thought to himself. Only after putting away the corpse did he prepare to return to the old house.

"Where did you run off to so early in the morning? When I woke up earlier, you were nowhere to be seen." As soon as he returned, Jiang Yan, who had been sitting in the main hall playing on her phone, hurriedly stood up. Her lips pouted slightly, and she looked full of resentment.

"Where's my mom?" Yang Jian asked directly.

Jiang Yan said, "It seemed like something happened in the village earlier. Auntie and quite a few people from your family went over to see what was going on. I didn't want to join the crowd, so I stayed here to wait for you."

"Did you dream last night?"