The lobby on the first floor of the apartment was submerged in icy cold water.
An unbelievable scene occurred.
Sun Rui witnessed with his own eyes that the Evil Hound, initially just a reflection in the water, disregarded the boundaries between reality and illusion and truly leaped out of the water.
At this moment, the reflection was no longer just a reflection but a real entity.
“This is incredible, this is a terrifyingly fierce and bizarre Evil Hound, and it seems it has been spiritually eroded. This is definitely not an ordinary hound; Yang Jian's previous coma is most likely related to this hound,” Sun Rui had already reached the third floor of the apartment.
Because the second floor had already been affected, he retreated to the third floor for safety.
But he wasn't the only one who retreated to the third floor; the female corpse wandering within the building appeared on the fourth floor, seemingly aware of the danger, unwilling to touch the cold water covering the first floor lobby.
“Yang Jian, are you awake?” Sun Rui saw Yang Jian suddenly regain consciousness and called out hastily.
At this moment, Yang Jian had just escaped from a nightmare.
He was drenched, as if soaked by the puddle, or perhaps as if he had awakened from a nightmare, his entire body covered in cold sweat, with an ashen complexion, exceptionally pale, like someone who had lost a lot of blood—no, even more severe, as though he'd suffered some kind of supernatural attack.
“Successfully breaking free from the nightmare,”
Yang Jian felt the water underfoot, glanced around, and immediately understood he was no longer in the dream realm.
However, the elements from the dream had now manifested into reality.
The large and imposing Evil Hound stood on the water, staring at him, and at this moment, it no longer exuded hostility but an indescribable warmth and familiarity, as if Yang Jian was its master.
No, not as if.
Currently, Yang Jian was its master.
Yang Jian slowly stood up, withdrawing his hands from the world of the oil painting, casting a glance at Yang Xiao, who was in the painting's world.
Yang Xiao within the oil painting world also looked at Yang Jian.
Simply through this exchange, both understood that the nightmare involving the Evil Hound was resolved satisfactorily. Had it failed, Yang Jian would never have awakened.
“Sun Rui, I'm fine; my nightmare is over.” Yang Jian finally looked up and responded to Sun Rui on the third floor of the apartment.
Sun Rui breathed a sigh of relief: “No harm done, then. I was worried something had happened to you, your sudden awakening gave me a fright. If you lost control, the consequences would be severe.”
“Not losing control, just my own supernatural powers being somewhat uncontrollable after falling asleep.” Yang Jian, looking at the water on the ground, was already prepared.
The supernatural presence of Ghost Lake is extremely frightening.
Usually, Yang Jian suffers from this supernatural erosion, so if he falls asleep, this kind of supernatural loss of control is somewhat expected, as long as the impacted range isn't vast and no harm occurs.
“As long as there's no loss of control, but what's with this Evil Hound?” Sun Rui continued to ask.
He stared at the black Evil Hound for a long time, always feeling it was terrifying and required full alertness.
Yang Jian replied, “This is the reason for my recent nightmare. In my dream, there was such a dog, but don't worry, it's not an enemy now. It's under my control; without my permission, it won't arbitrarily attack people.”
Saying that, perhaps to alleviate Sun Rui's concerns, he approached, crouched down, and hugged the Evil Hound's neck.
Indeed.
The Evil Hound didn't attack Yang Jian; instead, it extended its scarlet tongue and licked Yang Jian's cheek, very affectionately.
“A dog that can appear in a dream? And even invade the real world now—what is this, a dog or a ghost? Unbelievable, truly unbelievable,” Sun Rui said, feeling his worldview shaken, truly unbelievable.
For nothing like this has ever happened in the supernatural circles.
“Anything can happen in this world. I was also very surprised the first time I encountered such a thing, but later got used to it,” Yang Jian said.
He didn't elaborate much on the Evil Hound's situation, slightly reserved.
Sun Rui, very tactfully, didn't press further, because such matters involve a person's privacy, especially for a ghost controller, privacy is extremely vital. Probing too much can provoke hostility.
“So this isn't a bad matter, but a good one? From now on, you'll have such a special Evil Hound by your side?” Sun Rui added.
Yang Jian nodded, “If nothing unexpected happens, that's the case. Its presence indeed can help me resolve many troubles.”
“That's good,” Sun Rui said.
He truly admired Yang Jian's continuous growth and progress, without any jealousy, as in the supernatural field, each advancement requires risking life, one misstep could lead to death.
A simple beginning of a nightmare was yet another test of life and death.
Yang Jian looked at the Evil Hound beside him as the water underfoot started gradually disappearing, and the supernatural interference in the apartment also halted.
Everything seemed to be restoring to normalcy.
“This is yet another new supernatural power, and it should be recent mastery. How many ghosts are inside his body now?” Sun Rui's heart tensed.
Previously at the Ghost Post Office, Yang Jian never showcased such bizarre water or such a terrifying Evil Hound.
Having awakened, Yang Jian now familiarized himself with his condition and the black Evil Hound beside him.
As the water underfoot gradually vanished, the Evil Hound's form slowly blurred, finally disappearing when the water was gone.
Without the water as a medium, the Evil Hound couldn't manifest in the real world.
This was similar to the characteristics of a ghost dream.
“The matter is nearly settled, I should leave,” Yang Jian suddenly said.
Sun Rui seemed very surprised, appearing in the lobby on the first floor: “Leaving so soon? Are you treating this place as your spot for sleeping, and disappearing once you're awake?”
“No choice, I've recently been involved with many curses, I need to handle them. Coming here today was just to take care of one of my troubles,” Yang Jian said.
Sun Rui replied, “I see, so you have indeed encountered considerable danger recently, is it the Ghost Lake incident?”
“You know about it too?” Yang Jian asked.
“The headquarters recently took some actions, I could guess a bit. Don't be surprised; I'm also in charge, so I have some right to know,” Sun Rui said.
It was apparent he found being stuck here alone very dull; otherwise, he wouldn't seize the opportunity to chat with Yang Jian.
However, Yang Jian truly didn't have time to linger here for Sun Rui.
Therefore, after resolving the matter of the nightmare Evil Hound, the purpose of his visit was fulfilled and he should leave.
He re-hung Yang Xiao's painting on the wall.
Yang Jian then turned and walked towards the exit of the apartment.
“Not staying a while longer?” Sun Rui was still trying to keep him.
“Once I take care of my issues, I'll come back to accompany you for a bit. Besides, this place is important to me; I'll return periodically. If you feel bored, maybe get a computer and play some games, that might help you pass the time,” Yang Jian suggested.
“Makes sense, but I still prefer exploring. There are still some aspects here I haven't explored completely, and I've made some progress regarding Zhang Xiangguang's matter. Next time you come, there might be some findings,” Sun Rui said quietly.
Though ostensibly he was merely languishing around here, he was actually involved in some activities.
Zhang Xiangguang?
Yang Jian paused, showing a hint of emotion.
This person wasn't merely a specter in the oil painting world. He was the third administrator of the Ghost Post Office and might even still be alive outside, not deceased.
Undoubtedly, he hides many secrets regarding the Ghost Post Office, indeed worth investigating.
“I'll look forward to your news,” Yang Jian said.
Sun Rui smiled, “Sure, give me some time, I believe I won't disappoint you.”
With these words, he knocked on his cane, and the door leading outside the apartment immediately opened.
Yang Jian hesitated no more, stepping outside, quickly disappearing into the streets of Dahan City.
Source: Webnovel.com, updated by novlove.com
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