The Same Person

The village shrouded in darkness had begun to grow dangerous.

Yang Jian wandered through the village. Along the way, he did not see a single person or hear any movement. The place was utterly silent, devoid of any noise. He had not even heard the screams people made before they died.

Yet within such a silent village lurked an unknown ghost.

Knowing that, an ordinary person would have been too terrified to move after standing here for just a minute or two.

But Yang Jian seemed completely unfazed. Not only was he unafraid, he was anxious, hoping to find the ghost's trail immediately.

"There are lights over there."

Suddenly.

After circling around, Yang Jian finally noticed something unusual: a house with a light on at its entrance. It was the only lit building in the village. Everywhere else was dark, without the slightest bit of light.

As he drew closer, he realized that the illuminated place was the village ancestral hall.

From afar, someone seemed to be standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall. But because of the lighting, he could not see clearly. He could only make out a blurry silhouette pacing back and forth beneath the light, seemingly restless.

Someone was still walking around outside at a time like this?

"Is it the ghost?"

Yang Jian frowned and decided to go over and take a look.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the figure wandering at the ancestral hall entrance, he quickly approached, intending to end this nightmare as soon as possible.

But halfway there, a tense voice suddenly came from an alley beside him. "Y-Yang Jian, is that you?"

Hm?

Yang Jian abruptly stopped.

He immediately looked toward the source of the voice, and his eyes narrowed.

Jiang Yan slowly emerged from the alley, covered in blood,