This world of three years ago is now collapsing and dissipating at an unimaginable speed.
And as this illusory world dissipates, it is only now discovered that Yang Jian, Wang Shanshan, and the Ghost Child never returned to the so-called three years ago at all, but have been in this room all along. Everything they just experienced was not real, like a dream, or an illusion in their minds.
"Back?"
Wang Shanshan is now surveying her surroundings, standing in a wooden room with a candle lit inside. The dim light flickers, casting her shadow on the wall.
Besides, what makes Wang Shanshan feel sowhat eerie is that in the middle of the room there is actually a wooden shelf with a stone on it. No, it is not a stone; it is a curled-up mummified corpse. This mummy covered in layers of dust seems to have ford a stone-like skin, at a glance looking just like a gray stone.
However, strangely, the mummy's head has no eyelids, and the eye sockets are large, occupying most of its face, with the insides pitch black, like an unfathomable abyss, impossible to probe.
Wang Shanshan stared at the eye sockets of the mummy. An eerie force made her sowhat lost, unable to tear her eyes away for a mont.
Suddenly.
In the hollow, dark eye sockets, a pair of fresh eyeballs suddenly appeared, turning to et Wang Shanshan's gaze.
Wang Shanshan was startled, instinctively stepping back a few paces because she realized that the suddenly appearing eyes were very familiar, identical to her own. At that mont, it felt as if two versions of herself were staring at each other.
Even more, she began to doubt whether she was inside or outside the hollow eye sockets at that mont.
Not daring to think too much.
Wang Shanshan hurriedly shifted her gaze, refraining from approaching the dusty mummy on the wooden shelf.
"Wait, why hasn't Yang Jian returned to normal yet?" She noticed that she had regained movent after escaping the strange attraction of the mummy but Yang Jian still stood there immovable.
Yang Jian's state is peculiar; he has no injuries, yet his eyes remain open, unmoving.
Moreover, Wang Shanshan observed that Yang Jian's eyes at this mont were pitch-black and hollow, seemingly devoid of consciousness.
"Yang Jian." Wang Shanshan tried calling a few tis, hoping to awaken him.
But it was to no avail.
Yang Jian still stood there unresponsive, with no reaction to external sounds; instead, it was the Ghost Child who reacted, tilting his head to look at Wang Shanshan.
"Is there a problem? Or perhaps he is trapped in that world and has not escaped, whereas I have exited, so Yang Jian should be fine too, because if he had issues, I would definitely have them too." Wang Shanshan thought, slightly furrowing her brows.
Nonetheless, she lacked much supernatural experience and couldn't judge the current situation.
Suddenly.
Wang Shanshan thought of sothing, reached out to feel around her body.
A small golden box was taken out.
"This is still on ?" Inside the box she opened was a dark brown parchnt.
She recalled that in the world of three years ago she traded this item to Yang Jian.
"It seems that actions taken in that world do not affect reality; everything is like a dream."
Wang Shanshan hesitated a bit while staring at the parchnt, then looked at Yang Jian again, finally deciding to take out the parchnt.
"Ghost Child, co here." Wang Shanshan commanded.
The Ghost Child imdiately ran over barefoot.
"If the parchnt tries to escape my hand, eat it." Wang Shanshan said seriously.
The Ghost Child still tilted its head, eyes without pupils emitting a faint red glow, unclear if it heard.
Wang Shanshan did this because she witnessed uncontrollable factors with the parchnt in the world three years ago; she must prevent such occurrences while using it now.
Spreading the parchnt in her hand, she observed the surroundings again, finally confirming no issues before questioning the parchnt: "Tell , what's happening to Yang Jian now?"
At this mont, the parchnt seed to have lost its supernatural power and did not respond to Wang Shanshan's question.
"If you won't answer, I will feed you to the Ghost Child. After all, the Ghost Child will acquire your supernatural powers if it eats you, and feeding it afterwards will be the sa."
Wang Shanshan picked up the parchnt, preparing to stuff it into the Ghost Child's mouth.
After all, in the previous world, the Ghost Child had eaten a parchnt and nothing bad happened; it even beca smarter, obedient, answering queries promptly and cooperatively.
Besides, Wang Shanshan was unlike Yang Jian, who would consider issues of the Ghost Child losing control; she even thought feeding it the parchnt was the right choice.
At this mont, the parchnt seed to 'panic.'
In a blink, a line of black twisted text erged.
Wang Shanshan frowned slightly, reluctantly taking back the parchnt from the Ghost Child's mouth.
Upon unfolding it again: I am Yang Jian; when you read this sentence, I am no longer in this world.
This ti there was only this line, no other text appeared.
This is not the parchnt's prelude, but stating a fact.
"Yang Jian isn't dead, but he is no longer in this world, is that what it ans? So, he is still trapped in that world?"
Wang Shanshan suddenly raised her head to look at Yang Jian again.
The worst-case scenario has occurred.
Both she and the Ghost Child have escaped, yet Yang Jian is left in that world.
"How long will Yang Jian be trapped in that world?" Wang Shanshan asked again.
The parchnt quickly displayed text, with only two words: "Forever."
Being trapped forever, though not dead, is tantamount to death.
Upon seeing this, Wang Shanshan's facial expression changed slightly, then she continued: "Is there any way to help Yang Jian escape from that world?"
The parchnt did not show new text for this inquiry.
"Still refusing to answer? Do you really wish for Yang Jian to permanently leave this world?" Wang Shanshan asked.
Subsequently, new text appeared again: "No one can bring Yang Jian back; he has already left this world."
When Wang Shanshan saw this sentence, her expression imdiately beca grim.
The parchnt does not lie; saying so ans it is definitely true.
At this mont.
Yang Jian is alive, still haunted by the scene of the haunted house elderly suddenly attacking him earlier echoing in his mind.
An irresistible despair and the feeling of being instantly killed.
This was not pleasant.
But seemingly fortunate, at the last second, the world collapsed, the ancient house elderly Zhang Dong disappeared, which indicated his attack stopped abruptly, allowing Yang Jian to survive; he did not die.
"Sothing seems off." Yang Jian quickly sensed sothing was wrong.
Though the world from three years ago had collapsed and vanished, Yang Jian had not returned to his original place.
The sky still held the outline of the wooden house.
The ghostly children around him had all disappeared as well, leaving nothing but emptiness, with only him remaining.
He checked himself,
And discovered that his body was uninjured; the previous attack by Zhang Dong had not left him missing limbs.
"No, that's not right. It seems my supernatural powers have gone silent. Did Zhang Dong erase the supernatural within again during that last strike?"
He then realized he was unable to use his supernatural powers at the mont, although the fierce ghost residing in his body was still there, it showed no signs of activity.
Having lost all supernatural powers, even the long spear that had cracked in his hand had disappeared.
Yang Jian frowned, deep in thought.
Eventually, he gained so understanding of his current situation.
"I should be trapped at the intersection of illusion and reality. Under normal circumstances, I could use a large-scale reboot to reverse this predicant, but I can't do that now. My supernatural powers are dormant because of what Zhang Dong did, so I cannot rescue myself."
"So the final attack wasn't ant to kill but to trap at that last mont."
Yang Jian was shocked as he thought of this.
Had Zhang Dong already discovered that the worlds of illusion and reality coexist?
If not, how could he employ such a tactic?
"Moreover, such an attack targeted only . The ghost child isn't here, indicating it has already left. I believe Wang Shanshan is the sa."
Yang Jian saw that he was the only one left here and understood the situation.
But the more he understood, the more shocked he felt.
Soone constructed from a supernatural world can influence reality.
Under normal conditions, Yang Jian should have escaped the disturbances of the previous world and returned to normal.
So of the current circumstances were beyond Yang Jian's understanding; he only knew that the last attack by the Haunted house's elder, Zhang Dong, had left him in this ghostly place.
"In this situation, I have no ans to break free. The only way is to rely on external changes or wait for ti to pass until my body's supernatural powers return to normal..."
Yet, staying here alone, he couldn't even sense the passing of ti.
No matter how long Yang Jian waited, he never felt any change within himself.
Gradually, he developed a rough theory.
Perhaps it wasn't his body trapped in this world, but his consciousness.
So Zhang Dong's parting words: sending you on your way.
Referred to sending Yang Jian's consciousness on a road of no return.
"If it's the consciousness that's trapped, then the only one who can save might be the Evil Hound." Yang Jian thought secretly.
But here's the problem.
If his consciousness was trapped, the Evil Hound might save him, but who would give the command to the Evil Hound?
However, inside the wooden house, Wang Shanshan looked at the human skin paper and ca to so understanding: "No one can save Yang Jian, in other words, what can save Yang Jian isn't a person, right?"
The human skin paper did not respond.
"Here, the only one that fits this condition is the Ghost Child." Wang Shanshan continued to ponder.
But she didn't think the Ghost Child could help.
However, at this mont, Wang Shanshan suddenly heard footsteps coming from downstairs in the wooden house, the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase.
"Yang Jian, are you there?"
Then a voice called out, it was Liu Qi's shout.
Ti had passed for a long while, though according to the previous agreent if ti ran out without Yang Jian coming out of the wooden house alive, Liu Qi had to leave alone. But in the end, Liu Qi couldn't set his mind at ease, deciding to break into the wooden house to take a look.
Because Liu Qi couldn't bring himself to turn and run, leaving Yang Jian and Wang Shanshan alone in this bizarre place.
"Liu Qi, is that you?"
Wang Shanshan responded, her tone unsure, with a hint of doubt.
Quickly, the footsteps sped up, and Liu Qi arrived on the second floor, then followed the sound towards the room.
"Don't get close to this room. The mont you open the door, you'll be affected by the supernatural and drawn into the past world." Wang Shanshan imdiately warned.
Liu Qi halted imdiately.
"Wang Shanshan, what's the situation now?" Liu Qi asked.
"There's a ghost in this room, but it hasn't attacked for the ti being. The situation isn't good though, I have escaped the ghostly influence, but Yang Jian is trapped. I'm trying to find a solution." Wang Shanshan replied.
Liu Qi said, "Can you tell exactly what happened? As a ghost tar, I have more experience than you, perhaps I can think of a way to resolve it."
Wang Shanshan briefly recounted the events that had occurred.
"I roughly understand your guess. From the human skin paper's words, it's not hard to determine that the one who can save Yang Jian isn't us, nor the Ghost Child. It's probably the Evil Hound beside him. I've seen that Evil Hound before; it is a true fierce ghost, eting the conditions on human skin paper." Liu Qi said imdiately.
As an old classmate from No. 7 Middle School, he had seen the human skin paper before; it was what saved them from the Door Knocking Ghost incident.
"But I didn't see the Evil Hound in the room." Wan Shanshan said.
Liu Qi replied, "Just because you didn't see it doesn't an it isn't there. The Evil Hound needs water as a dium to appear, but whether the Evil Hound can be seen isn't important, what matters is how to make the Evil Hound follow orders to save Yang Jian."
"Except for Yang Jian, no one can give orders to that Evil Hound."
Combining the information from the human skin paper, Liu Qi and Wang Shanshan arrived at the sa conclusion as Yang Jian, facing the sa difficulty.
Who will command the Evil Hound?
Liu Qi didn't know much about the Evil Hound, having seen it once, but was unclear on its specifics.
As for Wang Shanshan, she hadn't even seen the Evil Hound.
In fact, besides Yang Jian, there was another person who could command the Evil Hound.
That would be Yang Xiao, who was trapped in the painting world of the Ghost Post Office.
But it was impossible to bring Yang Xiao to this place.
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