The Man Who Should Have Died

Yang Jian had never expected that after chasing out of the village, the ghost he finally caught up with would be wearing such a face.

It looked like the father in the memorial portrait, seventy or eighty percent similar to himself.

This bizarre encounter within a nightmare made Yang Jian feel as though he had found his long-lost father. Though unfamiliar, it stirred his heart so deeply that he found it difficult to pull himself together and fight.

In the dream, he was unaffected by the ghosts within him. Here, Yang Jian had emotions; he was a perfectly normal person.

"I have to act quickly." Yang Jian's rationality urged him to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

He swiftly recovered from his shock and prepared to kill the person before him.

Yet the man before him, his feet covered in mud, dressed in old-fashioned clothes, and looking exactly like the father in the memorial portrait, suddenly opened his mouth. "You are even more outstanding than I imagined."

"Hm?"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's pupils contracted sharply. His heart nearly stopped, and he could not help but retreat several steps.

The ghost before him had actually spoken.

It completely overturned everything he believed in, shocking him more deeply than any supernatural incident he had encountered before. It was more terrifying, more unbelievable.

"The ghost is still in the village. Strictly speaking, I am not a ghost." The person before him spoke again, seemingly noticing the shock in Yang Jian's eyes.

"What exactly are you? My father's memorial portrait? Some anomaly with the memories of a living person? Or... are you my father?" Yang Jian stared at him, still gripping the rusty steel bar he used as a weapon.

If anything unexpected happened, he would fight without hesitation.

The man before him