"Cousin, and this ridiculously good-looking brother, I will go find you tonight."

After Jiang Yan braked, Xiao Yuan and Xiao Xi opened the door and got out of the car, carrying their things and waving goodbye.

"I am looking forward……"

Wu Nai smiled and said: "Miss Yuan, let's sleep together when we have time."

"What do you want to do?" Yang Jian warned from the passenger seat: "My cousin is underage, you are breaking the law."

"Just sleeping."

Wu Nai emphasized: "If I don't do anything else, I just want to explore the dream world with her."

While talking, Jiang Yan's car drove into a small road.

A two-story cement house appeared in the sight of the three people.

Because it has been uninhabited for a long time, a lot of moss has grown on the house, silently telling the story of the desolation and dilapidation of the past.

Against the gloomy sky of Meishan Village, the three of them seemed to have walked into a haunted house in the story.

This house was built when Yang Jian's father, Yang Xiaotian, was still alive. It was the largest house in the village at that time, but now it is considered old-fashioned.

"The situation inside the house is very good..."

After entering the house, Jiang Yan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Looking outside, I thought I was going to do some cleaning."

"My mother came back a few days ago and cleaned it here. Wu Nai, please come with me to the second floor. I remember my father's portrait is there."

Yang Jian was impatient and eager to know his father's legacy, so he walked to the second floor as soon as he entered the house.

"Wait a minute, where is aunt? I'll take her out first." Jiang Yan quickly followed Yang Jian's footsteps.

Being in a place where supernatural events could happen at any time, she didn't dare to fall behind, and followed Yang Jian closely, for fear that something unexpected would happen and Yang Jian would be unable to take action.

After a door on the second floor was pushed open.

A black and white photo that was 90% similar to Yang Jian came into view.

The photo is hung on an old wooden table, with an incense burner placed in front of it.

Huh... Wu Nai stood here and took a deep breath, and lines of twisted and squirming words appeared in front of his eyes:

[Contact ghosts at close range, collect the laws scattered around, and obtain new skills - dreaming! 】

[It is detected that ‘Dream’ and ‘Nightmare’ are complementary skills. Are they integrated? 】

[Fusion...1%...10%...100%]

[Acquire a new skill—Dream Making!]

[Dream creation: All humans and ghosts in the world have dreams. Master this skill to distort reality and illusion, extradite humans and ghosts into dreams, and create a dream world. (Note: The skill effect is directly linked to the degree of alienation)]

Yang Jian never noticed anything unusual.

This black and white photo is so hidden that even the [Ghost Eye] cannot detect it.

Wu Nai also had no intention of reminding him.

Judging from the [simulation] situation, it is very necessary to enter a dream.

After leaving the room where the portrait was placed, Yang Jian pointed to a room and said: "Old Wu, if you don't mind it, you can deal with it in there for the night. Tomorrow I will continue to look for the things my father left behind."

"How could you dislike it..."

Wu Nai glanced at the sky outside, nodded and said, "It's almost time to go to bed."

…

At night.

In the endless sea of ​​ice, Yang Jian was walking on the frozen, hard sea. Above his head was the star Leng Suihan across the sky, and a huge human-shaped black shadow was swimming under the ice like a giant whale.

He sneezed hard and shivered because of the chill that penetrated his bones from all directions.

Where is this? Yang Jian clearly remembered that he returned to the village, went to see his father's portrait, and then slept on the bed with Jiang Yan.

As a result, as soon as I closed and opened my eyes, I came into this world.

Could it be that he has traveled through time?

As far as Yang Jian's eyes could see, on the frozen wasteland of the sea in the distance, the huge white moon was slowly rising, half of the moon rising above the sea, and half of the moon still under the sea.

The undulating pale spine stretches like a mountain on the moon. Under the mountain of bones, the hand bones are densely packed and the ribs are intertwined. They can all be seen clearly.

The dehydrated dead flesh squirmed slowly among the thousands of bones, with a gloomy luster.

The shadow of half of the bone-buried white moon was reflected on the ice, and it formed a huge and strange round wheel with the half of the pale moon in the sky.

Wu Nai was sitting in the shadow of the moon, carrying the full moon burial site high in the sky on his back, and holding a rusty sea rod made of bronze in his hand while fishing.

An almost transparent and slender fishing line connects the fishing rod to the blue water in the ice cave.

"Wu Nai...it's you...what's going on? Where are we?"

Yang Jian strode over, rubbing his hands and asked.

Wu Nai reached out and grabbed a flat metal box from the void, handed it over and said calmly: "I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. This is the 60-year-old Macallan whiskey. I like it very much. Drink it."

One bite is like a ball of fire flowing into your body."

"Let me try……"

Yang Jian almost went crazy because of freezing. Here he lost his supernatural power and once again felt the seven emotions and six desires belonging to human beings.
Chapter completed!