The Buddha Kingdom in Dreams (End)

At the sight of Yang Jian, he immediately stepped forward and saluted him.

"Captain Yang, my name is Liu Feng. I received the assignment yesterday and have already been here once."

Yang Jian did not recognize the man before him. He appeared to be one of the personnel he had previously asked Liu Xiaoyu to arrange.

Yang Jian said, "The matter here has been resolved. I'll arrange for someone to handle compensation for the child who died. Post more people in the village for a while. Report any abnormalities to your superiors immediately."

"Understood, Captain Yang."

Liu Feng immediately ducked into the car, picked up the radio, and began arranging the work that followed.

"Liang Yuan! I've finally found you! You killed someone and still dared to run!"

Just then, a middle-aged woman with a powerful voice came running out of the village with a crowd of people.

She pointed at Yang Jian and said, "Yang Jian! Where's your mother? Tell her to come down! Do you know your cousin killed someone?!"

Hearing the commotion, Zhang Fen hurried downstairs without even having time to get dressed.

The sight of so many people immediately told her something serious had happened. She said at once, "Oh, Sister Li, what's wrong? Why has everyone come?"

Someone in the crowd shouted, "Zhang Fen! Liang Yuan killed someone! Tell us what you're going to do about it!"

Seeing this, Wang Shanshan immediately pulled Zhang Fen aside.

"Auntie, don't worry. Yang Jian will handle it."

Zhang Fen nodded. She had always known that her son's identity was no simple matter, but she still looked at Yang Jian with worry. With so many people surrounding him, she feared something might happen.

Yang Jian was extremely agitated at that moment. The attack in that dream, the secrets surrounding his cousin, the events of his father's era, and the restless ghost inside him all left him unbearably agitated.

But Xiao Yuan had been in the wrong first in this incident, after all, and the ghost's attack had also been because of him.

Still, he said patiently, "Ten million. The money will go into your account immediately, and we'll wipe the slate clean."

Hearing Yang Jian offer so generously, the middle-aged woman's eyes immediately lit up. She wailed, "I want it right now! My poor child!"

Yang Jian took out his satellite phone and said, "Liu Xiaoyu, did you hear that? Transfer ten million into her account."

Liu Xiaoyu replied, "But... where would you get that much money from your salary?"

"Just report this to the higher-ups. You don't need to concern yourself with anything else."

With that, Yang Jian hung up and stood quietly where he was, waiting.

Before long, the middle-aged woman's phone rang. She picked it up, growing more excited the longer she looked, then turned and vanished in a flash.

Seeing that Yang Jian had finished handling things, Liu Feng stepped out of the car, took out an ID, and held it up.

"All right, disperse. Everyone is to stay in the village for the next few days. Don't go anywhere. There are still some follow-up investigations that require your cooperation."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Lin Bei came over.

"Captain Yang, what happened? Why were there so many people here just now?"

"Nothing. Someone extorted me. Was there anything unusual outside the village last night?"

Lin Bei gave Yang Jian a strange look. Extortion? Who would dare extort you?

Still, he replied, "No. I patrolled the area around the village all night. Everything was normal."

Yang Jian nodded.

"Let's go. I need to visit headquarters and ask Elder Qin a few things."

"Mom, I've still got things to do, so I'll head back now. I'll bring Wang Shanshan back to see you again after a while."

Zhang Fen watched Yang Jian's retreating figure, her eyes full of worry. Her son had changed so much, but she had received little education and did not know how to put her concern into words. She could only silently watch him leave.

The four of them walked to the village entrance and got into the car they had arrived in.

The car sped down the highway, the scenery flashing past outside the windows. None of the four spoke along the way.

Yang Jian looked at Xiao Yuan beside him. His cousin harbored far too many secrets, seemingly connected to the ghost his father had controlled. Once he returned from headquarters, he had to have a proper talk with her.

Yang Jian said to Xiao Yuan, "Xiao Yuan, take out all those knives. You can't keep killing people indiscriminately."

His cousin had stabbed a child to death in Meishan Village. Although there had been a reason for it, and Xiao Yuan might have been unable to distinguish dreams from reality, the matter was now resolved. Yang Jian would never allow something like that to happen again.

Although Yang Jian liked getting into little fights at the slightest disagreement, he always kept gratitude and grudges clearly separated in how he acted. As long as others did not provoke him, he would not kill an ordinary person without cause. If they were of value to him, he would even save them.

Hearing Yang Jian's words, Xiao Yuan tilted her head as though she did not understand. Still, she obeyed him and took out all her daggers. Yang Jian gave them a cursory glance. There were at least ten.

As she pulled out the daggers, Xiao Yuan said, "I wasn't killing people indiscriminately. I've always been killing ghosts. In dreams, ghosts turn into all sorts of people I know, so I can only kill every one I see."

As she spoke, Xiao Yuan pointed at her left eye, as though telling Yang Jian that she could distinguish dreams from reality through it.

Yang Jian froze at Xiao Yuan's gesture. His hair stood on end, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!

He suddenly realized that he had overlooked a terrifying fact from the very beginning.

...If Xiao Yuan could distinguish dreams from reality, then when Wang Shanshan called me earlier and said Xiao Yuan was killing people...

He slammed on the brakes, and momentum sent the car skidding several meters forward along the highway.

They were all jolted back and forth. Lin Bei immediately pulled out a piece of glass and said,

"Captain Yang! What happened? Has that ghost come again?!"

Yang Jian gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his expression grave. He realized he had overlooked the most fatal piece of information.

A piece of information that could kill him.

...Xiao Yuan only kills people in dreams because she can't tell who is a ghost in disguise, yet Wang Shanshan called me and said Xiao Yuan was killing people...

A double-layered dream? Could I have already entered the dream the instant I answered the phone?...

But that doesn't make sense... I never saw Wang Shanshan in the dream...

And supernatural powers don't exist within dreams. I deployed my Ghost Domain after hanging up...

Wait! That world inside Lin Bei's mirror!

The mirror can imitate the outward manifestations of supernatural powers... perhaps the instant Lin Bei was pulled into the dream, the two ghosts' supernatural powers were already clashing... the dream stole some of the mirror's supernatural power...

Then what happened last night, the restart... deploying the Ghost Domain... perhaps they were merely illusions created by this dream...

I'm still dreaming...

Something suddenly occurred to Yang Jian, and he raised his head to look into the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Wang Shanshan sat stiffly in the back seat. On her deathly pale face, her eyes bulged, wide and round, and the corners of her mouth split open to reveal a row of sinister teeth. She stared fixedly at Yang Jian, the corners of her mouth seemingly carrying a trace of an eerie smile, as though a scheme had succeeded...

Yang Jian kept his foot on the brake, but the car was completely out of control, speeding down the highway. Ahead was a passenger plane. The car abruptly plunged into its cabin, smashed through the plane's tail, and plummeted from the sky.

The absurd, abrupt scene changes had begun again...

Ahead of the car, heavy rain had begun to fall at some point. A figure abruptly appeared in the middle of the road. Through the cold, sinister rain, he could vaguely make out an enormous wolfdog standing beside that person...

The chanting of sutras grew louder and louder, and wails flooded the entire world. As he looked at the person and dog before him, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier...