An Inconspicuous Place

"Damn it, Yang Jian. You actually stabbed your own girlfriend. Did you have to be so vicious? I was trying to warn you out of kindness."

Jiang Yan lay alone on the ground, on the verge of tears. She had only just managed to escape the ghost's attack, yet she had been injured by the person she loved most. Perhaps this was simply her fate.

Her abdomen was bleeding, and even the slightest movement brought tearing pain.

But Jiang Yan did not blame Yang Jian, because he had already said that he could not tell who was a ghost.

"You have to succeed, or I'll have suffered that stab for nothing." Jiang Yan watched Yang Jian chase into the ancestral hall, worried yet hopeful.

As long as they could escape this nightmare, everything else could be discussed.

At that moment.

Yang Jian locked the doors to the ancestral hall, trapping the ghost that had run inside just now. He did not intend to let a single one escape.

But there were quite a few people inside the ancestral hall too.

The villagers had apparently been gathered by someone and were all hiding here.

"Did any of you see Jiang Yan run in just now?" Yang Jian stared at everyone and asked.

What greeted him, however, were wary and suspicious looks. Seeing the blood on Yang Jian's hand and his murderous appearance, they immediately connected him with the strange events happening in the village. They suspected Yang Jian might be the culprit; after all, they had not seen him appear at all until now.

"Yang Jian, what are you doing? Was all of this your doing? What, did you barge in like this because you want to kill someone? I don't care how much money you have, but what happened tonight