A Belated Attack

Yang Jian watched Xiao Yuan draw closer. He glanced at the corpse beside him, seated there beneath a covering of clothes, and immediately warned her.

"Stop. Don't come near me. My current state is very delicate. Whether you're someone I trust or someone I don't, you should keep a certain distance from me. Otherwise, being overly vigilant, I might do something unexpected."

As he spoke,

his gaze remained fixed on Xiao Yuan.

This was not a threat, but a reminder.

Once this corpse awakened and the ghost from the nightmare invaded reality, it would cause terrifying changes.

Xiao Yuan stopped then. She asked curiously, "Cousin, what's wrong with your eyes? Did you stay up late last night? They're all red."

Yang Jian's eyes were not simply red. Beneath his eyeballs, they looked bloodshot, scarlet enough to give off a faint red glow. It was not obvious during the day, but at night it stood out sharply.

"It's the erosion of the Ghost Eye. It's a minor problem for me, so don't worry about it. You should go back now."

He knew the Ghost Eye had eroded him deeply. As long as he did not suppress it, some of the traits caused by ghostly erosion would reveal themselves. At the same time, supernatural power would leak out beyond his control. Even his vision carried a faint red glow now, as if his eyes were about to be replaced by Ghost Eyes.

But once the Ghost Hand's quota was reclaimed, this phenomenon would disappear, because the suppression would be restored.

"Oh, is that so? I don't really understand, but I don't want to go back yet. I want to find someone." Xiao Yuan remained stubborn and could not be persuaded.

Standing amid the torrential rain in her raincoat, her small, frail body