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Chapter 593 Yang Xiao (asking for subscription, asking for collection, asking for monthly pass, asking for recommendation ticket)
When he said these words, he rushed out without hesitation.

Seeing this, Su Yuan hurriedly followed.

In any case, it is a good thing not to be alone, and the danger will be much smaller.

Both of them were very fast, but after rushing along that path, Su Yuan could only see a figure at a corner and a few footprints left on the ground.

The footprints were stained with yellow mud, as if they had just walked across the field.

However, in the ensuing chase, there was an extremely unusual scene.

Every time it was only a little bit short, I always felt that I could catch up the next moment.

But there is always a subtle sense of distance between the two, like fishing, and they can't catch up.

It seemed like a ghost was luring the two of them away, or was trying to take them somewhere.

"Something's wrong. If it's a ghost, the footsteps are obviously not fast, but the speed is surprisingly fast."

Su Yuan said something in a low voice, and then had some guesses, maybe... the person in front of him didn't know it, but the consciousness of Yang Jian's father.

Yang Jian seemed to be aware of the anomaly, but he didn't choose to stop.

Because ghosts are not in great danger in this nightmare, if it's just one-on-one, Yang Jian doesn't think he has any chance of winning.

What's more, Su Yuan is still by his side, two against one, no matter what, you can't lose.

Then during the running, the two had already chased the figure to the outside of the village.

At this time, a dense and dark forest appeared in front of him.

A dirt road that shouldn't exist in the village winds its way into the forest, which also exists in reality, it is a sand forest where half of the corpses have been dug up during the day.

The ghost walked on the road, and the leather shoes stepped on the somewhat muddy road, leaving footprints one by one, and it was also covered with mud.

"Bring us here on purpose, and solve you here today!"

Yang Jian chased after him, holding the only weapon in his hand, a rusty steel bar.

As long as this makeshift weapon penetrates the ghost's body, today's nightmare will be over.

At this time, Su Yuan suddenly said something, which made Yang Jian stop involuntarily.

"Sure enough, it appeared, the picture I had foreseen."

"what?"

Hearing Su Yuan's voice, Yang Jian couldn't help being shocked.

What do you mean?
The picture he foresaw?

Turning point is here?

Suddenly.

He suddenly found that when he was about to enter the woods, the ghost in front also stopped suddenly.

It seemed as if they noticed that the two had stopped chasing.

At this moment, the weirdness that was impossible to catch up with before did not happen again.

Su Yuan and Yang Jian stopped in their tracks, and the figure suspected of being a ghost did not continue running.

"What did you foresee?"

Facing Yang Jian's question, Su Yuan looked at the figure with his back to the two, and slowly said:

"That's not a ghost."

what?
Isn't that a ghost?

If it's not a ghost, what could it be?
However, when Su Yuan said these words, the person standing in front suddenly turned around and faced the two of them.

When Yang Jian, who had already been confused by Su Yuan's words, saw Li Gui's true face, he didn't know whether it was horror or astonishment.

The ghost in front of him actually had a very familiar face.

This face is somewhat similar to himself, but what is even more similar is the portrait of his father in the old house, no, maybe it should not be called a likeness, it should be said to be the face on the portrait.

That's my father!
"What are you kidding?"

After Yang Jian realized this, his eyes shrank suddenly.

Could it be that his dead father was a ghost?

The source of this supernatural event was formed by the resurrection of the ghost after the death of his father?
This discovery frightened him a lot, because in his memory, his father had been dead for a long time.

However, in this nightmare, they met strangely.

Although he didn't know if it was true or not, within a short period of time, it made him feel like he had found his long-lost father.

For a moment, my heart was agitated, and I didn't know what to do.

After all, he in the dream has no supernatural influence, and he has all the emotions belonging to normal people.

So it is not surprising that there will be such a reaction.

"This...what the hell is going on here?"

Hearing Yang Jian's surprised words, Su Yuan slowly said: "It's very simple, just as you can see before your eyes, he is your father."

"I say that, it may be difficult for you to understand, but you can regard him as some memory left over from your father's lifetime, and survived with supernatural power, and has not completely dissipated."

"Of course, you can also regard him as a ghost, a part of a ghost, with the memory of a living person."

Borrowing supernatural power to survive, but also possessing the memory of a living person?
This kind of thing... In an instant, he thought of an experimental direction that Wang Xiaoming had been pursuing so hard.

That guy tried to create a perfect ghost master through various methods, and the so-called perfect ghost master has the ability of ghosts, has the memory of living people, and will not have the problem of ghost recovery.

Don't worry about the revival of ghosts, won't die, don't be afraid of any supernatural events, and can even use some weird things at no cost, and can continue to compete with real ghosts.

This is what Wang Xiaoming wants.

Because once this kind of ghost master appears, it will certainly be able to solve the current trend of worsening and worsening global ghosts, if this example can be replicated.

Then you no longer have to worry about the harm caused by supernatural events.

But this kind of thing is impossible with the current means.

Thinking of this, Yang Jian couldn't help frowning, but at this moment, the person in front of him with muddy feet, wearing old-fashioned clothes, who looked somewhat similar to Yang Jian suddenly opened his mouth to speak:
"He's right, you're better than I thought."

"Ok?"

When Yang Jian heard this, his eyes shrank suddenly, his heart almost jumped out, and he couldn't help but took a few steps back.

This simply subverted his three views, and made him feel a great shock. It was more terrifying and incredible than the supernatural events he had encountered before.

After all, he was dead for a long time.

"Are you really my father?"

When he said this, Yang Jian stared at him firmly, still clenched the rusty steel bar that was used as a weapon in his hand, as if if any accident happened, he would fight without hesitation.

"Like your friend said, yes and no."

The man's face was calm and numb, as if he was thinking, but also seemed to be remembering.

"The real me died more than ten years ago. What you see now is just a memory that exists in this nightmare. Maybe you can regard me as another ghost in the nightmare."

(End of this chapter)