Unlucky. Truly unlucky.
If Yang Jian could curse, he would definitely be swearing right now.
He had clearly done nothing, yet instead of going after any of the countless people in the village, it had singled him out.
That would have been one thing, but it had come for him at the most awkward possible time.
Ever since obtaining the Ghost Eye, he had been paralyzed for an hour or two almost every night. Moreover, as the number of times he used the Ghost Eye increased, so did the duration of that paralysis.
Still, he could accept that side effect. Ordinary people slept eight hours a day, after all.
What Yang Jian could not accept was being found by a ghost during the period when he could not control his body.
In the darkness, though he could not see anything clearly, the creak of his bedroom door opening was exceptionally distinct.
He could practically see it: a tall, dark silhouette standing motionless in his doorway.
From that vague outline, he could tell that it was definitely not old Liu Genrong from the daytime, but someone very, very unfamiliar.
Nor did it seem like someone from the village.
It was as if an extra person had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
After the door opened.
The tall, blurry figure at the entrance did not continue lingering outside. Instead, it walked in step by step, its footsteps heavy.
Those heavy footsteps did not sound like they came from a living person. They sounded like those of a stiff, cold corpse.
Yang Jian stared fixedly in the direction of the footsteps, his face drenched in cold sweat.
He wanted to get up, but the Ghost Eye was still taking over his body.
"Stay calm. Even if a ghost really has come for me,