林峰晃了晃脑袋，пытаясь clear the confusion in his mind, but the images of the ghostly pursuit were still vivid. "Maybe I'm just dreaming," he muttered, rubbing his temples. But the chill in the air and the faint rustling of leaves around him suggested otherwise.

He looked around, taking in the dense forest that surrounded him. The trees were tall and gnarled, their branches twisting like grasping fingers in the twilight. The air was thick with a supernatural silence, broken only by the occasional chirping of an unseen bird.

Suddenly, a shadow detached itself from the nearest tree, coalescing into the form of a translucent, humanoid figure. The ghostly creature had glowing red eyes and a menacing grin, its manifestation a clear sign that the dream was indeed reality.

"Run, scum!" the ghost yelled, its voice echoing through the forest. It raised a spectral hand, and a wave of cold energy surged towards林峰.

Without hesitation, 林峰 leaped forward, his body moving with a practiced agility. He ducked under the ghost's attack, his eyes narrowed in concentration. He had faced many supernatural entities in his last life, and this was no different.