The rain is still falling.

The cold wind carried raindrops and poured into the old forest to the west of the village.

Under the lead-colored sky, this dark forest was as monotonous as a black-and-white photo.

It's as lonely as a tomb separate from the world.

Compared with the previous fish pond, which was like a desert of life, this old forest where dogs are raised is also a barren land like a forbidden area.

There are no shrubs, no birds in the forest, and not even the most common insects chirping throughout the year.

Even in the coldest days of winter, other places in Meishan Village do not have such a sense of depression and death.

Except for the sand trees pointing to the sky and the thick pile of rotten leaves on the ground.

There is nothing here.

The sandy branches are like a person's raised arms, swaying and shouting in the cold wind.

But no one ever responded to them.

In the forest that looks like eternal death, there are only scattered old grave soil left by the burial custom, a dilapidated and decaying wooden house, and sand trees as neighbors.

Yang Jian carried two pale white legs wrapped in gold body bags, stepped on the thick needles piled on the ground, and walked into them casually.

There is a damp, moldy smell in the air.

The scarlet and glowing ghost eyes on his forehead rolled, and the [Ghost Realm] unfolded silently.

Wherever the ghost realm passes, the hidden things that have escaped reality will be nowhere to be seen.

Supernatural power distorts illusion and reality.

A pile of criss-crossed bones was removed from the ground of the old forest.

Also moved up at the same time was a wooden box.

The white bones are dog bones... Yang Jian picked up a skull stained with mud, looked at its empty eye sockets for a moment, and then threw it on the ground.

"The second part of [Ghost Dream] is in the box, go and pack it up..."

Wu Nai stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the wooden box with mottled lipstick and paint that had been buried deep in the ground for more than ten years immediately opened according to a silent will.

Taking the initiative to show Yang Jian a mutilated corpse stored in the box.

This corpse has no legs and head, only an upper body and arms.

Wisps of supernatural power and decaying aura emitted.

Yang Jian immediately started to pack up the broken body, and then followed Wu Nai to the last stop of the trip - a small temple.

This is a desolate small temple. On weekdays, few people come to worship.

The two of them walked from the direction of the forest. Through the open temple door, they could see two unknown clay statues enshrined in the temple from a distance.

They are four meters high. Standing behind the shimmering clouds of the altar, they look like they are overlooking the world from the clouds.

There was an old woman in front of the temple. After seeing the two of them, she greeted Yang Jian with a pair of cloudy eyes:

"Isn't this a boy from the Xiaotian family? Come to worship God and buy incense?"

"I won't buy it, mother-in-law. I heard that this temple is related to my father. I'll come and take a look."

Yang Jian replied indifferently.

In fact, he knew this old woman. She was guarding the temple here when he was very young. Unexpectedly, she was still here today.

However, Yang Jian, who was affected by the evil ghost and lost most of his human emotions, only saw what he wanted to accomplish and was unwilling to talk to the old man.

"What about you? You are so handsome. Buy some incense sticks, make a wish, and pray to the gods. It will be very effective." The old woman turned to Wu Nai and promoted.

Wu Nai shook his head and declined: "Mother-in-law, I came with Yang Jian to have a look...and the gods don't need mortals to burn incense."

"If you don't want to buy it, don't buy it. He's another ungrateful boy..."

The old woman's wrinkled face was full of disappointment: "Then you can do whatever you want."

"Mother-in-law, what I said is true."

Wu Nai said seriously, his voice as ethereal as the clouds in the mountains, "To worship God, you should sacrifice your heart and sincerity. What do some incense and fireworks mean to the real 'him'?"

"The real God created the world with just one word. The sky is not His throne, and the earth is not His footstool. How could He succumb to being a doll made of clay?"

"The young man seems to understand very well..." The old woman laughed and didn't take it seriously.

Of course this kid understands... Yang Jian was listening to the conversation between the two and said to himself, mother-in-law, you would know if you had seen his heroic appearance of opening the sky and slaying ghosts.

Regarding "Him", no one in this world has more say than this young man.

No amount of Vajra's angry eyes or Bodhisattva's low eyebrows can describe Wu Nai in that battle in the dream.

At that time, he was the roaring god in the world.

It must be called "the wrath of the heavens".

Wu Nai did not continue talking to the old woman, and walked into the temple with Yang Jian, and then used [Thousand Hands] to take out the two heads from the two statues.

One of these two heads belongs to a ghost, with strange facial features, showing a sense of splicing.

The other one belongs to Yang Xiaotian, who is very similar to today's Yang Jian.

Since then, [Ghost Dream]'s divided bodies have been reunited.

"What should we do now?"

After Yang Jian installed the two heads, he turned to look at Wu Nai: "A whole bunch of ghosts have gathered together, but it's not my dog."

"Have I ever told you that Meishan Village is a good place to sleep? Not now, just take a nap. Of course, before that we have to dig out a few [messengers] to avoid anyone causing trouble behind us while we sleep.

"

Messenger? Yang Jian's expression changed: "What is it again? Can you tell me?"

"I can't tell at the moment, I'll take you to have a look and you'll find out."

As he spoke, Wu Nai took a step forward, and a rich clear light spread under his feet, enveloping Yang Jian and turning into thousands of stars, disappearing from here and appearing at the entrance of the village.

But the timing for the two of them to appear in the real world is really unfortunate.

At the moment when the realm of clear light dissipates.

With a "beep" sound, a jeep drove past on the road with its horn honking.

The people in the car were shocked when they saw the two men appearing and immediately slammed on the brakes, but it was already too late.

Under the terrifying inertia, Yang Jian, who was standing next to Wu Nai, didn't even have time to launch [Ghost Realm] and was caught off guard and was hit head-on by the Jeep.

After a loud "bang", Dachang City Ghost Eye Detective flew out on the spot, hit the ground hard and rolled several times before falling to the side of the road. A large pool of scarlet blood quickly spilled out from under his body.

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Wu Nai stood on the side of the road, looking at the accident-causing vehicle parked on the side of the road that passed him, and sighed:

"You... are in big trouble!"

Something has happened... The driver in the jeep also looked solemn.

He was about thirty years old, had a gloomy face, wore a down jacket, and looked a bit bloated and clumsy.

"Li Yue, I bumped into someone, what should I do?"

The man sitting in the passenger seat frowned and said, "And what's going on with this person? Why did he suddenly appear in the middle of the road without any warning!"

"Don't worry about it. Let's go quickly. [Post Office] has a very important task of delivering letters. After all, this person bumped into him by himself. He deserves to die."

A woman in the back seat also spoke. Her face was haggard and pale, and her words contained a long-suppressed irritability.

"I can't ignore it. The destination of our letter is in Meishan Village, and this weird man happened to appear at the entrance of the village. It's hard to say that there is no contact at all... Let's get out of the car and negotiate first."

Li Yue took a deep breath and said, "But just in case, Zhou Lin, please take out your gun and prepare it. Zhao Li, you should also pinch your paper money. Let's get out of the car and take a look."

At the same time as several people opened the car door, Yang Jian had already gotten up from the ground with a bloody face.

As an alien, his true form is [Ghost], a ghost with the memories and thoughts of a living person.

Therefore, it was impossible for Yang Jian to suffer any substantial damage after his body was hit by the jeep.

Just now, I was lying in a pool of blood just thinking about Wu Nai's intention of doing this.

A prank? A prank?

No, this guy is not that boring... No, maybe he is just that boring.

But so what? I can't beat him... Yang Jian walked to the jeep with blood on his face. He looked at Li Yue and others who got out of the car and asked loudly:

"Do you know you are speeding?"

"Ah...fellow, are you okay?" Li Yue looked at Yang Jian's bruised head and asked cautiously: "Should I take you to the hospital?"

"Which hospital should I go to? If I hit someone, I have to pay first."

Wu Nai stood beside Yang Jian with his arms folded, looking righteous and awe-inspiring: "But looking at your shabby appearance, you can't bring anything valuable, so just hand over the [letter] you have."

"What do you mean……"
To be continued...