If it were merely sleep paralysis, it wouldn't have been enough to scare the master away. Shang Yu released the Myriad Forms Eye, sensed the surrounding spiritual aura, and continued listening to Gu Zhexin.
"We're both staunch materialists, but the next day when we compared notes, we both dreamed of the exact same person—a guy in his early twenties with his head blown open, covered in blood, just wandering all over the house. When we woke up in the morning and started talking, our hair stood on end."
"Wait, his head was blown open—how did you know he was in my early twenties?"
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