Night.
The nightscape outside J City glittered brilliantly.
Although Yang Jian was resting, he did not dare truly fall asleep. Even though this was J City, he still felt it was necessary to remain alert.
All the lights in the guest room were off, leaving it somewhat dark.
Yang Jian sat on the sofa, lightly supporting his head as he gazed through half-open eyes at the captivating night view beyond the floor-to-ceiling window.
It was beautiful.
And quiet.
It gave him a sense of ease and comfort, because the prosperity and bustle outside told him this place was safe, that no supernatural incidents had occurred here.
At some point, Yang Jian had begun to like lively places, yet he was unwilling to become part of that bustle. He was already something different. He rejected the masses, and naturally, the masses would reject him as well.
Watching from afar, thinking calmly, hiding in the darkness—this was quite good.
Sitting there quietly, Yang Jian dozed like a lone wolf.
The glow of the neon lights outside swept into the room, making a black shadow especially distinct within.
That shadow stretched long behind Yang Jian, reflected eerily on the wall behind him.
Even when the light outside vanished, the shadow remained. No matter how one looked at it, it was always missing its head, creating a strange sense of incompleteness.
Beneath Yang Jian's flesh, strands of scarlet things lay dormant, giving off a faint red glow that vaguely showed through his skin in the darkness.
It was as though nine red spots had been branded onto his body, impossible to shake off, following him like the curse of an evil ghost.
Having controlled two ghosts, he had actually already reached his limit.
The Ghost Eye was on the verge of reviving, and the