Yang Jian, lying on the ground, felt the slipping away of his life at this moment.
This dream was so real, it was almost indistinguishable from reality. You could feel pain, fatigue, and also excitement... Of course, you could feel death as well.
"I made a mistake."
Right now, Yang Jian stared intently at the strange and mysterious person in front of him, wanting to kill it but powerless to do so.
This person was the ghost in the dream.
But now he realized this problem a bit too late. He had fallen into a habit of thought, believing that the ghost was hiding among those things from before. Little did he know, those things were meant to distract and cloud his judgment.
Instead, it was the inconspicuous worker carrying the Ghost Coffin who was the ghost in disguise.
The ghost never came within five meters of Yang Jian.
It just watched quietly, waiting for the moment when death would finally claim Yang Jian, and did nothing else.
