"Did you also have a nightmare?" Yang Xiao was startled. The odds of two people waking up from a nightmare at the same time were incredibly low.
Moreover, Yang Xiao's nightmares were different. His dreams were influenced by the Opera Robe Ghost, and some were even premonitions.
He dreamed that Tai Wenqin was murdered, his head severed and hung at his waist, and the killer was still chasing him.
In the dream, he didn't see Professor Cui or the others. Linking it to Tai Wenqin's tragic state, these people were probably killed too.
And someone who could kill Tai Wenqin was at least a Ghost-level Apostle, and a top-notch one at that. Facing such a high-level pursuit, Yang Xiao thought he might not escape either.
"Uncle, I dreamed of..."
Yang Xiao didn't expect that as soon as he spoke, Professor Cui raised his hand to interrupt, "Little Yang, don't speak it out loud. It's just a dream, and if you don't say it, it'll always remain just a dream."
