Before and after, Yang Jian stayed in his hometown with Jiang Yan for seven or eight days. Because of the supernatural incident, the village was not lively. It seemed bleak and deserted. After all, some of the villagers had died in nightmares, some had been taken away, and the rest still had funerals to arrange.
Although some young people who had gone out returned midway through, they had all been drawn back by Yang Jian's five million.
To avoid unnecessary trouble and disputes, he and Jiang Yan set off by car on the morning of the eighth day.
However, his mother, Zhang Fen, did not want to leave her hometown so soon. She wanted to stay a while longer. Yang Jian did not force her, since nothing was wrong in the village now. Staying a few more days would not matter. If anything did happen, the city was less than fifteen kilometers away, and he could rush back immediately.
As for his cousin, Xiao Yuan—
For the past few days, she seemed to have vanished. She had not shown herself, as if she were hiding. Yang Jian had asked about her halfway through, but no one had seen her.
Yet at night, he heard from her parents that she had returned to sleep.
Yang Jian did not know what strange thing Xiao Yuan was busy with again, but he always felt that she was deliberately avoiding him. As for why, he could not figure it out. After all, Xiao Yuan still had some secrets.
But knowing that his cousin Xiao Yuan was safe, Yang Jian was relieved.
That coffin he had bought a few days ago—
Yang Jian had checked it several times along the way. The decay was still continuing, but it had slowed down. He did not know