Mysterious Recovery

There was the sound of dragging things in the quiet hall of the apartment.

Yang Jian dragged a chair out of a room without expression.

"Team Yang, what are you doing with a chair?"

Standing in the middle of the hall with his cane, Sun Ruichu looked at his strange behavior with some confusion.

"Sleep." Yang Jian said.

sleep?

Sun Rui suddenly became puzzled: "Sleeping here? Have you been chased out by your wife and nowhere to go, so come to me to sleep?"

Yang Jian looked at him and said, "How come you have such a strange idea."

"Maybe it's because I watched too many TV series recently, so I can't help but think of it." Sun Rui said.

"If you are bored, you should read more books instead of watching TV."

Yang Jian said: "I want to fall asleep here, but after falling asleep, I will come into contact with ghosts in my dreams. During this period, my body may have some abnormal reactions. Please help me pay attention and block me if necessary. "

Sun Rui froze for a while, then nodded: "So, don't worry, the predecessor of the Hell Apartment was the Ghost Post Office, and the Ghost Post Office itself has the function of imprisoning ghosts, and things won't affect the outside world. "

"I know that it is precisely because of this that I chose to fall asleep here." Yang Jian said and placed the stool in his hand in the middle of the hall.

After sitting down, he stood aside the spear in his hand, and then slowly rolled up his sleeves and trouser legs.

"Why do you want to roll up your clothes when you sleep?" Sun Rui couldn't help but ask when watching Yang Jian's weird behavior.

Yang Jian said, "Don't let your clothes get wet."

"Will you wet your clothes when you sleep?" Sun Rui felt even more strange.

He suspects that this is not just as simple as being in contact with supernatural beings in a dream, it is likely to cause other uncontrollable things.

"Thank you to help me get the painting just now." Yang Jian said again.

Sun Rui nodded, and quickly took the weird oil painting of Yang Xiao: "You have prepared so many things to do something big, but don't ruin this place. Because there are still some situations in this place, I continue to investigate. If some taboos arise, there will still be dangers here."

After speaking he pointed upstairs.

On the second floor, a strange woman with a gloomy breath and hollow eyes was standing there at the moment, her face facing this side, as if she was watching what happened.

"Don't worry, the real danger right now is not the predecessor of the Ghost Post Office, but me." Yang Jian glanced at him, not worried about these so-called dangers.

"That's good, I hope you all go well." Sun Rui said.

"Okay, then you can help me look at it. If there is any supernatural phenomenon, tell me back and remember, don't try to get close to me. After dreaming, I may be very dangerous." Yang Jian said.

Sun Rui replied: "I understand this."

After explaining some things, Yang Jian stopped talking. Sitting in a chair, he held the oil painting on his lap, then stretched out his hands and slowly sank into the oil painting, finally relaxed and closed his eyes.

Yang Jian was trying to fall asleep at this moment.

In fact, according to his current situation, he can stay awake without falling asleep.

But this is only under normal conditions.

Nowadays, there is a bad dog in his memory. The bad dog will lead people into dreams. Once you are negligent, you will be immediately drawn into the dream and start an endless and terrible nightmare.

Time passed by.

Yang Jian still doesn't have the slightest sleepiness, his consciousness is very clear.

But gradually, he felt something wrong, and his consciousness gradually became blurred over time. This change was like an invisible strange force pulling you, trying to make you fall asleep.

Subconsciously tried to resist this feeling of falling asleep.

But to no avail.

The drowsiness has not disappeared, but it has become stronger and stronger, so strong that it is impossible to resist, and can only be forced to fall asleep helplessly.

Yang Jian understands that this is not a normal fall asleep, but a spiritual force is affecting you, making you sleep unconsciously.

He did not resist this feeling, chose to accept it, and was actively affected by the invisible spirituality and fell into a deep sleep.

Soon, Yang Jian fell asleep.

It was only one minute from sitting down to falling asleep, and if he counted from the moment his consciousness was affected by the spirit, he only lasted a dozen seconds before and after.

One sleep.

Yang Jian immediately entered the dreamland.

This is the world of dreams.

call! call!

In the dim world, the cold breeze was blowing, and the surrounding silence was terrible.

When Yang Jian regained his consciousness, he found that he was already standing on a dirt path in the field. In front of the path was a small old forest, all of which were planted with the same kind of trees, straight and slender, in the night breeze. Swaying, making a rustling sound.

"Here, the world of nightmares." Yang Jian looked at his hands.

One of the hands is mutilated.

That is the location of the ghost hand.

He has no ghosts in his dreams, because ghosts cannot be presented in dreams, so this incomplete situation is the most effective way to distinguish between dreams and reality.

"That vicious dog should be right in this old forest." Yang Jian looked around.

There was nothing around, and there seemed to be only this old forest left in the whole world.

Without too much hesitation, he walked firmly and cautiously into this old forest.

The feet are full of fallen leaves, withered yellow and black, layer after layer, and a soft touch comes from stepping on it, which makes people wonder whether this is a dream or is it a strange and real strange world?

Yang Jian is very familiar with this wood, he has been to this place.

Because the scene in this dream corresponds to the woods in his hometown, and they are exactly the same, basically there is no difference.

However, Yang Jian soon felt that something was wrong.

After walking in this small forest, you find that there is no end, no matter how you go, there is still no way to get out.

"found it."

After walking along the familiar forest path for a while, Yang Jian stopped and he stared at him.

It is a clearing in the forest.

An old log cabin was built on the empty ground. The door of the log cabin was ajar, and the inside was pitch black, but Yang Jian instinctively felt that there was something terrible in the log cabin.

Approach carefully.

Yang Jian knew very well in his heart that this time he came to look for the bad dog in the dream. If the bad dog exists in the dream, it can only be in this place.

Because my father raised a large group of dogs in this forest when he was alive.

And the one that survived was the bad dog of the dream.

The arrival and approach of Yang Jian really aroused the vigilance of the terrible dog in the wooden house.

A pair of slightly flushed eyes suddenly appeared in the wooden house. Even though the door was half-covered, the ferocious gaze could still be felt, and there was something indescribable from the ferocious gaze. Numb, it seemed weird and dangerous, even more daunting than a real ghost.

next moment.

Accompanied by a series of suppressed low roars, a huge, dark-fured vicious dog slammed open the door of the wooden house, barked its fangs, and walked out slowly.

It stared at Yang Jian, spit out its scarlet tongue, looked at it fiercely, and began to slowly approach.

"This thing is indeed too fierce. In my dream, I had no doubt that I would be killed by this guy." Yang Jian's heart shuddered, and he felt a strong emergency.

But he didn't bring any weapons, because he was here to subdue the bad dog, not to fight with the bad dog.

Of course the most important point is that Yang Jian entered his dream with a weapon and couldn't beat it.

In his dream, he is not only an ordinary person, but also a disabled person.

Although the vicious dog looks like a dog, in fact its true identity is a ghost, a real ghost, but don't be fooled by its appearance.

Yang Jian stared at the vicious dog, and the vicious dog was also looking at him.

The most worrying situation did not happen.

Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, because he was not attacked in the first place. This is good news. It shows that although this dog is a ghost, it is somewhat different from the previous ghost dreams, or as a ghost. After the ghost becomes a dog, it already possesses the characteristics of a dog.

But he still didn't dare to approach rashly.

Because Yang Jian didn't know this dog, this dog only knew his father, and he was just like his father seven to eight.

"The best way is for this dog to judge me as my father, because its real owner is my father. Only in this way can I make this dog loyal to me. At best, it just doesn't attack me. "Yang Jian came to some conclusions through observation.

"Try it close and see if this dog can make a misjudgment."

After a stalemate.

Yang Jian felt that going on like this was no way, he decided to try it close, because according to the characteristics of ghosts, ghosts would be the first to attack the living people who approached.

If the vicious dog can suppress this instinct and not attack him, then the next thing will probably succeed.

With that, Yang Jian took a few steps forward.

After approaching, the vicious dog was obviously agitated.

It stared at Yang Jian~www.wuxiaspot.com~, shouting, issuing warnings, and wandering back and forth, looking very anxious and seemingly reluctant to attack him, but some instinct drove the vicious dog to jump on and kill Yang Jian. .

This change was caught by Yang Jian, he did not continue to move forward, but stopped.

"Sure enough, it still feels strange to me and doesn't want to be approached by me."

Yang Jian saw the dog's reaction, knew some of the dog's habits, and judged some information.

However, when he was in contact with the vicious dog, some abnormalities appeared on him in the apartment outside.

"What's the matter? How come there is so much water on the ground." At this moment, Sun Rui looked at the floor of the hall in surprise.

A puddle of stagnant water was slowly spreading at this moment.

"No, that's not right, these stagnant water comes from Yang Jian's body." Then Sun Rui judged the source of the stagnant water.

The source is Yang Jian who is sitting in a chair and falling asleep.