The knocking from the box stopped.
And it never sounded again.
In Yang Jian's view, there were only two possibilities. One was that the ghost had grown tired of knocking, which was obviously impossible.
The second was that the headless ghost inside the box had been released.
As for a third possibility, Yang Jian could not think of one.
At that moment, the dark room returned to silence.
There was no knocking, nor were there any footsteps.
There was no sound at all.
Unlike before, this silence lasted for a long time, far longer than at any previous point.
And the coughing had not sounded again from beginning to end.
He did not know whether that was an important clue.
"The ghost isn't moving. The headless ghost doesn't seem to have appeared either. Why is all of this so strange?"
Yang Jian had already prepared himself to die here, but now...
He felt that he might still be salvageable.
Because the paralysis was nearly over.
The agitation of the Ghost Eye inside his body began to subside, and feeling gradually returned to his body.
As long as Yang Jian regained the ability to move, he would not be afraid even if he truly faced the headless ghost.
Perhaps the ghost already knew Yang Jian was about to regain his mobility, or perhaps some particular time had arrived.
The footsteps sounded again.
The ghost gradually moved away from the wardrobe, retreating toward the bedroom door before leaving the room and slowly walking downstairs. Step by step, its clear footsteps echoed through the stairwell. It was leaving.
Almost the instant it went downstairs.
Yang Jian regained control of his body.
He immediately took control of himself, springing upright from the bed. At the same time, he felt along the wall and switched