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After experiencing a nightmare, Yang Jian did not dare sleep again. He drew the Headless Ghost Shadow back into his body.

Without a shadow, he actively endured the ghost's influence.

In this state, Yang Jian was exceptionally rational. He did not know fatigue, and his human emotions were suppressed to the lowest possible level, nearly nonexistent. He was so cold that he did not seem like a normal living person.

Normally, he would not do this.

But Yang Jian could not be sure whether he might carelessly slip back into that nightmare in the middle of the night.

The night passed.

At dawn, free-range roosters in the countryside began to crow.

Yang Jian had sat motionless on the bed for most of the night. He had not even closed his eyes.

Beside him, Jiang Yan had long since been unable to endure it and fallen asleep. She was even snoring. After all, she was merely an ordinary person unaffected by anything supernatural. When it was time to sleep, she naturally could not hold on any longer.

Drawn by the crowing from the village,

Yang Jian looked at the brightening sky outside, immediately got up, and left the room.

He planned to go downstairs and look around outside the village, checking the three places that had seemed suspicious yesterday and investigating them.

But just as Yang Jian was preparing to leave, he suddenly noticed that the door to the adjacent room was open.

The somewhat faded wooden door was not fully open, merely half ajar.

Yang Jian's expression darkened. He walked over to inspect it, then peered into the room.

It was still the same.

The room was empty, containing only a Wooden Desk and a simple mourning altar. On it stood his father's portrait. The man in the black-and-white photograph