Night.
On a bed on the second floor of the apartment building.
Yang Jian lay flat on his back, spread-eagled across the bed, forcefully occupying nearly the entire thing.
Jiang Yan, dressed in pajamas and unwilling to sleep on the floor, could only curl up pitifully beside him, guarding her tiny patch of territory like a servant girl in a landlord's household.
Both of them were fast asleep.
The unlit room was dim and silent, with only the occasional sound of car horns drifting in from outside.
Then, as a car's headlights swept past the window, the dim room was lit up somewhat.
The lighting changed.
The area by the head of the bed gradually darkened.
On the wall behind Yang Jian, something seemed to be writhing in the darkness, undergoing changes he knew nothing about.
"Beep~!"
A car drove past, and its headlights shone in through the window again.
The room changed from dark to bright once more.
When the light reached the wall by the head of the bed.
Suddenly, a pitch-black shadow stood there in an eerie manner.
Logically speaking, Yang Jian and Jiang Yan were both asleep in the bed. Even if there were shadows, they should not have appeared in that direction.
Yet that was exactly how bizarre it was.
The shadow stood upright like a person, and it was even slowly walking.
If one looked carefully at the shadow, one would discover.
It had no head.
Above its neck was empty, with only the brightly lit wall behind it. The shadow of its head seemed to have been forcibly chopped off by something, as if it had never existed at all.
Taking advantage of Yang Jian being asleep.
The Headless Ghost Shadow began acting on its own again.
After all, it was a fierce