Caught off guard!
Even Julius Reed, experienced as he was, never expected that in the countless times the dream had occurred, the unchanging dead person would suddenly strike!
The pitch-black hand, covered in black hair!
Like a monkey!
By instinct, Julius Reed sidestepped to dodge!
His left foot kicked out directly!
Bang!
The headless corpse flew back and fell!
Turning into dust!
And Julius Reed woke up from the dream with a start!
"Phew!"
He let out a long breath, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"What happened to you?" Nearby, Baylor Davenport hurried over barefoot, concernedly asking, "Had a nightmare?"
"It's nothing, just a small matter." Julius Reed wiped the sweat from his forehead, still feeling lingering fear.
Could it be?
As the captured Ghost Martial Tribe member said, did I kill Pruitt Wilde?
Is the headless corpse in the dream Pruitt Wilde?
But what on earth is this dream about!
