The sudden appearance of an Evil Hound was beyond everyone's expectations.
As everyone knows, the conflicts in the supernatural circle are always between fierce ghosts and fierce ghosts. At this ti, a dog suddenly mixed in, appearing completely out of place, because in everyone's experience, pets simply couldn't exist in the supernatural world.
This is because animals lack intelligence and cannot wield supernatural power; only the living can maintain the balance among supernatural forces.
"This, this dog is actually a ghost? How is that possible? How could there be an Evil Hound riding a fierce ghost in this world? Could the collision of supernatural forces have created such an anomaly?" On the black wooden boat, even the knowledgeable Boss Liu was shocked at this mont.
This scene sowhat overturned their worldview.
The leading one-eyed old man still showed so astonishnt in his eyes: "This isn't an accident from the clash of supernatural forces. This Evil Hound was artificially raised. Its appearance is ant to protect that youngster. If it were an accident, this Evil Hound would have attacked indiscriminately long ago, so this is an unprecedented masterpiece. Soone successfully allowed a dog to ride a fierce ghost."
"That's absolutely impossible." Boss Liu still couldn't believe it.
"The fact is as it is, anything is possible in the supernatural world." The one-eyed old man, although disbelieving, couldn't help but accept the undeniable truth.
Yang Jian also stared at the Evil Hound on the surface of the lake.
It didn't sink into Ghost Lake because if this Evil Hound had truly mastered Ghost Dream, then it wasn't a physical entity. Even now, invading reality, it's rely a physical manifestation of a supernatural phenonon; the real ghost only appears in dreams.
Even if the Evil Hound on the lake surface were killed, Ghost Dream would remain.
He had experienced it and knew in his heart that Ghost Dream was an Unsolvable Level supernatural event, even the fierce ghost in the dream couldn't be confined.
"The appearance of this Evil Hound ans it has succeeded in replacing Ghost Dream. Now it is Ghost Dream, equivalent to a real fierce ghost. But is the appearance of such an Evil Hound a blessing or a curse?" Yang Jian didn't dare to act rashly at this mont.
His scarlet ghost eye focused on the black wolfhound pacing on the lake, feeling a sense of dread.
This is the monster Yang Jian raised with the help of his father who had died many years ago.
Back then, Yang's father said that once this Evil Hound was fully raised, it would co looking for Yang Jian, but he didn't explain how to control or ride this Evil Hound.
"Can it really listen to like this?" Yang Jian felt uncertain.
Looking at this calf-sized, pitch-black, fanged eerie Evil Hound, even ghosts might be intimidated by it, let alone humans.
"That youngster seems unaware that he has such an Evil Hound by his side." The woman continued, "And besides, how powerful can a re animal be? We don't fear ghosts, so why fear a dog?"
The small black boat kept approaching, not stopping because of the appearance of that black Evil Hound.
At this mont.
The small boat drifted and swayed, having crossed the boundary in the middle, directly reaching the part of the lake under Yang Jian's control.
Perhaps, in their view, the supernatural lake managed by Yang Jian was far less dangerous than Ghost Lake, and coming here perhaps stemd from so apprehension regarding Ghost Lake.
"A dog, though unusual, isn't sufficient to intimidate these old things. We're ready to take action." Cao Yang quietly said at this mont, giving Ah Hong a aningful glance.
Ah Hong nodded, and sohow a red makeup box was in her hands.
The makeup box contained various brightly colored paints, emitting a strange scent akin to fresh blood, corpse stench, and an indescribable exotic fragrance. She applied these paints to her face.
Soon, Ah Hong's face beca unrecognizable, no longer her own, as if she had beco soone else, not even a woman, instead appearing as a man.
She quickly disguised herself as a man, but this required so ti.....
However, after the boat crossed the boundary, the first to be stimulated wasn't Yang Jian, nor was it Cao Yang and Ah Hong.
It was the black Evil Hound wandering on the lake surface.
"Woof!"
A warning growl sounded, the Evil Hound's fierce eyes glared viciously at the people on the boat, baring its teeth, then rushed directly towards them.
The Evil Hound raced across the water's surface.
Unable to sink into the lake.
But a strong sense of crisis surged in their hearts.
"Very good,"
However, seeing this scene, Yang Jian was suddenly pleased.
No matter whether or not he could control this dog, whether it could distinguish friend from foe, at least now the other side was targeted by this Evil Hound.
"Stop this dog," the one-eyed old man imdiately commanded.
He chose not to take action, and it wasn't just about his dismbered state impairing his ability, even his supernatural abilities would be severely disrupted. Before his wounds healed, he was unable to fight, but he wasn't alone at this mont, as there were four of them; he was still formidable.
"Old Liu," the woman urged.
Boss Liu's expression changed; he didn't want to get involved in this pointless matter, but seeing that Evil Hound rushing towards them, it seed dangerous if he didn't act.
"Sigh."
He sighed inwardly, realizing this situation couldn't be ignored.
Boss Liu raised his hands, then clamped them together, ten fingers pointing upwards, making his hands look peculiar—withered, shriveled, like an old man's hands, although he was just over fifty, seeming incongruous with his age.
The ten upraised peculiar fingers aid at the approaching Evil Hound.
Accompanied by this, Boss Liu slowly splayed a few of his fingers, bringing about an astonishing effect: the lake surface ahead elongated, forcibly altering the distance.
This changed distance was extre. Though initially just a dozen ters apart, it now seed separated by hundreds of miles, giving the feeling of being both near and yet thousands of miles away.
"Supernatural alteration of distance? This man rely splayed three fingers, yet separated the distance by at least three hundred kiloters. He's no ordinary person. If all ten fingers were completely splayed, the distance could stretch to a thousand kiloters, maybe even further..."
Yang Jian's ghost eye peered, even his sight beca blurry.
It seed that the other person stood too far away, it was already impossible to see clearly.
But while the ghost eye's sight was affected, the sight of an ordinary person was normal, this feeling was simply bizarre.
However, the Evil Hound wasn't a supernatural entity in reality, its appearance was rely a supernatural projection.
The real Evil Hound was in the dream.
In a dream, distance is useless.
Therefore, even though the distance was extended to a sufficiently safe range, the Evil Hound was still not disturbed at all.
"Can't stop it, this dog isn't in reality."
After realizing this point, Boss Liu exclaid in surprise.
"What?" The one-eyed old man was also stunned.
Just now he clearly saw the Evil Hound leaping out of the water and invading reality, how is it not in reality now?
Failed to stop it.
The Evil Hound had already leapt to.
Low growls and roars sounded, this Evil Hound, the size of a cow's belly, had already charged onto the small boat, pouncing up.
Boss Liu realized sothing was wrong, he had already fumbled out a seven-yuan note in his hand.
As long as he gave this to the Evil Hound, this Evil Hound wouldn't attack him anymore.
The one-eyed old man's pale eyeball was restlessly rotating rapidly, he took no actions, the curse of the Firewood Knife was still on him, unable to be removed in such a short ti.
"Put on the clothes, this beast can't hurt us." At this mont the woman quickly draped an overcoat over the one-eyed old man.
The second piece of clothing taken off, and the woman even had a third piece, only her body was slightly thinner.
The Faceless Person at the stern rely raised the oil lamp slightly, then turned away from the Evil Hound, as if this bizarre behavior was also using so sort of supernatural thod.
The few individuals stared with widened eyes as they watched the Evil Hound descend.
Yet the mont the Evil Hound plunged down, it vanished...
Like an illusory scene, it flickered and disappeared.
The four individuals were startled, feeling sowhat restless.
"Gone, gone?"
Boss Liu froze for a mont, then realized sothing, quickly spread his palm to look.
That colorful seven-yuan note had already disappeared sohow.
"Where's the dog?" The one-eyed old man was doubtful and hesitant, his pale eyeball searching for abnormalities around.
But saw nothing.
The dog had disappeared.
This disappearance made people feel uneasy, giving a sense of impending doom.
Yang Jian stood silently at a distance, squinting, he understood what was happening.
The Evil Hound had already invaded soone's dream.
If nothing unexpected happens, soone will soon be killed.
No one can resist this Evil Hound in the dream, because the person pulled into the dream is just an ordinary person, no matter how powerful a ghost handler they are, they will be bitten to death by this Evil Hound, no exception.
The only thod is not to sleep.
However, the Ghost Dream pulls people into a dream, whether you are sleepy or not, if you are targeted, you will be forced to sleep. Yang Jian experienced this deeply back then, even with high alertness, he inexplicably entered into a dream, unless you can harness an Insomniac ghost, allowing you to never sleep.
Without supernatural interference disturbing your sleep, the Evil Hound's invasion is completely unrestrained.
Bang!
The next mont.
That woman suddenly went limp, collapsing onto the small boat, she lost consciousness, falling into a deep sleep.
Yet the Evil Hound's attack wasn't limited to just one person.
Boss Liu was fine because he was short of a seven-yuan note, the mont of contact with the Evil Hound, the seven-yuan note had an effect.
The leading one-eyed old man's one eye had already closed, seemingly entering a slumber, yet his pale eyeball was still open, seemingly half drawn into the dream, but still half awake.
The oil lamp in the hands of the Faceless Person at the stern went out.
Also, just now he turned away from the Evil Hound, he likely used so thod to avoid being targeted by the Evil Hound.
"Such an evil dog, capable of doing this."
The one-eyed old man spoke as if dreaming, gritting his teeth slightly, his facial muscles twitching, as if the half of him already asleep was experiencing an unfathomable nightmare.
In the nightmare, the other half of his consciousness was actually being chased by an Evil Hound, and in the dream, he was just an ordinary old man, running slowly, neither nimble nor quick.
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