My blind date paper figure rejected me because I was poor, so my dad angrily burned ten trillion.

Zhang Chen was greatly surprised.

I was already able to communicate through dreams before, and judging from the results, I am definitely a dream-transmitting ghost.

After all, once he woke up, his father immediately burned a trillion dollars for him, so he must have clearly remembered his instructions in the dream.

Although there are fewer female paper dolls and such, the amount of money speaks volumes.

Moreover, he could sense that he was very different from ordinary ghosts when he appeared in a dream, which was very much in line with the characteristics of a dream-transmitting ghost.

Especially just now, I did indeed float up, which means my ability has been activated.

For some unknown reason, it was as if someone had kicked him down, directly interrupting his ability.

"Could it be that Mom can't sleep?"

Zhang Chen thought to himself.

In fact, although the dream-transmitting ghost has a strong ability, it still has limitations. It must ensure that the target relative is fast asleep when the dream is transmitted in order to succeed.

Therefore, in most cases, it is necessary to wait until after midnight in the mortal world.

Even if your loved one is too young, say seventeen or eighteen, they are full of energy and vitality, addicted to the internet, staying up all night in an internet cafe, glued to their phone, using midnight as if it were eight o'clock... In this case, you'll have to wait a little longer.

We might have to wait until three or four o'clock.

With dawn fast approaching, being a dream messenger is useless in this situation; it's pure bad luck.

However, under normal circumstances, most ghosts appear in the dreams of their relatives in the middle of the night, because at this time you can be sure that at least 90% of your relatives are sound asleep, so the chances of success are greater.

But that doesn't mean it can't be used during the day.

If your loved one is asleep during the day and you're lucky enough to have a dream about them, congratulations! You'll likely find yourself suddenly being pulled back into the past after only a couple of sentences.

Because your parents and children are likely being reprimanded by their bosses, the success rate of daytime dreams is even lower.

This is still a challenge faced by the dream messenger.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be even more deadly.

The success rate is already low, and the relatives you dream about might forget at any time. If it were during the day... the probability would be almost zero.

Of course, these things have little to do with Zhang Chen's current situation.

He mainly went through these experiences in his mind to analyze the situation he was currently facing.

The only explanation is that Mom hasn't gone to sleep yet.

"What are you doing so late at night instead of sleeping?"

Zhang Chen couldn't help but frown.

I already told my dad this when I appeared in his dream yesterday. Even if he's unreliable, he definitely won't take this lightly.

"I hope nothing goes wrong?"

The thought of this possibility filled Zhang Chen with a vague sense of unease.

Since his mother couldn't do it, he decisively switched to having his father appear in his dreams.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chen took a deep breath, closed his eyes again, and his father's voice and smile appeared in his mind. Suddenly, he felt a tremendous force pull him upwards...

"Bang!"

Another heavy blow, and Zhang Chen felt as if he had slammed into the bed board.

When I opened my eyes, my stiff body hadn't moved an inch. What I felt just now was purely a sensation, not a physical collision.

But Zhang Chen frowned even more deeply. His father wasn't asleep either? Could something really have happened?

"If it doesn't work, try again!"

He gritted his teeth, disregarding everything else; he had to succeed in the dream and ensure his safety before proceeding.

So what if you fall? You won't die from it anyway.

So Zhang Chen closed his eyes and continued trying.

……

At this moment, in Zhangjiazhuang Village, Gaochun Township, Zhang Jianguo and Wei Xiulan were in a great hurry.

They just want to go home and go to sleep right now.

But no matter how anxious you are, who would dare to sleep with a 90-year-old man in front of them?

Especially since there were a bunch of relatives from the village around them, and the atmosphere was incredibly noisy as they surrounded the two of them in the old house.

"You two have really made something of yourselves, stealing chickens and dogs? And of all things to steal, why steal someone's paper figures?"

The old man was leaning on his cane, the tip of which was almost touching Zhang Jianguo's nose.

"Jianguo, why did you steal this thing in the first place? Now look what's happened, you got caught. What about your reputation now!"

The speaker was Zhang Jianguo's cousin, who had a strange expression on his face, clearly not understanding what the couple was doing.

Wei Xiulan's face turned bright red.

She had always lived a law-abiding life and had never done anything immoral with her husband. This was the first time she had ever stolen a paper effigy and had been caught. She was truly ashamed.

Zhang Jianguo, however, remained much calmer. He puffed on his cigarette, then sighed and said, "It wasn't intentional. I didn't steal anything. I couldn't find anywhere to buy them anyway. I promised to burn some paper effigies of women for my son, but after running around all day, I found nothing. As his father, there's nothing I can do!"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

Everyone knows about the son of Jian Guo and his wife.

He's been dead for a year, and you still haven't forgotten him.

That makes sense; with their only son gone, the elderly couple had to bury their child, and they both looked much more haggard.

In just one year, both of their hair turned completely white.

"Jianguo, you need to think more positively. The dead can't be brought back to life. Doing this all the time is bad for your health!"

People around him also started to advise him.

Upon hearing this, the old man fell silent.

They had all watched Zhang Chen grow up; they never imagined he would just disappear like that.

Once they're gone, only the two of them are left. How could they not be heartbroken? They were flesh and blood of their parents, the apple of their eye.

"Brother Ping, I understand, it was my fault, but I mainly wanted to burn some paper effigies of women for my son. The kid appeared in my dream last time and said he wanted seventeen or eighteen paper effigies of women, but I can't find any. That's why I thought of Uncle Xin Jiu. I heard he used to be nicknamed Paper Efficiency Number Nine, so I thought he might have some in stock..."

Zhang Jianguo also felt somewhat helpless.

He and his wife traveled to many places that day, trying to find the paper figure. They drove back and forth between the rural county and the neighboring towns several times, but they couldn't find it at all.

There were people burning paper money and paper figures everywhere on the street, but even if he asked to buy them, people would think he was crazy and wouldn't sell to him.

Out of desperation, I remembered this matter and thought I'd try my luck.

As it turned out, it was already completely dark when he arrived. No one was home. He climbed over the wall and peeked inside. He was overjoyed and climbed over the wall without thinking much about it.

The original plan was to leave a few hundred yuan as payment for the two paper figures, but the neighbor discovered it and shouted "Stop thief!" on the spot.

Sure enough, they were caught red-handed.

Even now, these two paper figures are still sitting here, and they look rather eerie.