The climate in winter rarely sees heavy rain, but today seed to be an anomaly, with the rain pouring down heavily and urgently.
It hadn't even reached six o'clock when the rain began to fall.
It wasn't late, but the rainfall made it exceptionally dim, as if suddenly plunging into the dead of night, the air filled with a wintry chill that seeped into one's bones, making it hard to avoid shivering.
Yang Jian was still sitting in the trunk of the car.
Rain splashed onto him, soaking his clothes, but he seed not to care at all, his deanor calm, feeling not the slightest discomfort.
With Ghost Shadow residing within him, he could fend off even ordinary supernatural attacks, let alone a bit of rain.
But in this kind of weather, it was impossible for anyone to co out at night.
Jiang Yan said she would co to keep him company, but Yang Jian had refused.
The corpse only needed him for company; there was no need to drag another person into this.
He took a mont to check the decay of the body, and everything was progressing smoothly.
The rain continued to increase, showing no signs of stopping.
Gradually, rainwater gathered beside the car, forming streams and then a large expanse of standing water.
Yang Jian was unconcerned about the rain. Though he sat motionless, most of his attention was on the corpse of the ghostly apparition beside him. Although the corpse was in a suppressed state, there was no telling if sothing unexpected might happen in the anti, after all, it was an intractable ghost.
If it spiraled out of control, the cost would be more than Yang Jian could bear.
But what he didn't know was,
As Yang Jian continued to sit there, passing the ti, the puddles ford by the rainwater beside him seed to create a blurred mirror.
Despite the lack of light, one could still make out things with so effort.
The reflection in the water showed Yang Jian, but strangely, the Yang Jian in the water wasn't sitting on the opened trunk of the car but standing beside it, his movents completely different from Yang Jian's current ones. Moreover, his face was deathly pale and still, with an indescribably eerie gaze looking this way.
It was as if the reflection in the water could see through the barrier and look at the real Yang Jian.
Yet, Yang Jian remained completely unaware of all this. After all, who would pay attention to a reflection in a small, insignificant puddle?
However, as ti went on,
The reflection in the water began to move on its own; the stiff and pale figure, wearing a face identical to Yang Jian's, was gradually moving forward.
But this motion did not increase distance.
The reflection remained underfoot, unchanged.
Yet the distance underwent a terrifying change.
From the puddle beside, a drenched head with dense black hair slowly erged from under the water. This process was slow, even sluggish, but with no interference, after a few minutes, half of a ghastly head had beco visible above the ground.
The figure in the water now seed to be trying to step out of it.
Yang Jian, sitting in the car and resting with his eyes closed, was completely oblivious; he thought the supernatural event was over, and apart from the corpse beside him, there shouldn't be any other ghosts, especially since he had surveyed the area around the village more than once.
The sinister figure kept erging bit by bit.
Now, more than half of the head had surfaced, and the head revealed a pair of lifeless eyes, without luster, dim and dull, like those of a dead person.
But these dead-like eyes were slowly moving, looking towards Yang Jian sitting next to them.
This kind of scrutiny was chilling.
Obviously,
It was a Ghost General.
From the water, no, perhaps the water only revealed the ghost; the ghost had invaded from sowhere else.
The apparition of the ghost did not cease; instead, it beca even more distinct as ti passed.
At first, it was only the crown of a dense head of hair, followed by half a skull, but now it was an entire head. Judging by this trend, it would not be long before the ghost completely invaded this reality. As for what would happen next, no one could predict.
Yang Jian, the targeted one, remained oblivious.
Because he didn't feel anything out of the ordinary nor hear the slightest noise.
No.
It wasn't completely silent.
Suddenly,
Yang Jian, who had been resting with closed eyes, abruptly opened them. He quickly turned his head towards the direction of the village. His eyes were faintly red as if emitting a red glow, an inexplicable phenonon.
On the path leading into the village, a dark figure stood still, looking this way.
The person was dressed in a raincoat with a hood, standing in the heavy rain, holding a shiny blade in hand.
This attire resembled that of a criminal poised to commit an act of violence at night or a psychopathic killer that roams after dark.
"Xiao Yuan, the nightmare ga has ended. You should go back and sleep well now. In such heavy rain, even if you don't get drenched, you can easily get sick," Yang Jian dropped his guard and said with a hint of concern.
"Cousin?"
Xiao Yuan first asked with a puzzled tone and then giggled, "Why are you here?"
She seed to have lost her mory again, unaware that she had already seen Yang Jian here during the day.
"I've been here all along. But you, what happened to you?" Yang Jian slightly frowned, the file imdiately ca to mind.
The person from decades ago looked exactly like Xiao Yuan, likely the sa person.
Was this an anomaly caused by the supernatural, or his own delusion?
Unclear.
Because the person who knew the truth had died.
But Yang Jian didn't want to dig into Xiao Yuan's past; he only knew that his cousin was still alive, living well, and that was enough for him.
Although there was a problem with her mory, it allowed her to quickly forget the sorrow, forget the tragedies, which was good.
"I'm looking for soone. It seed not to appear during the day, only at night," Xiao Yuan walked over while talking.
"It? Who is it, where?" Yang Jian asked.
His cousin always spoke like this, her words disjointed, like a puzzle.
"Don't know, that's why I'm searching," Xiao Yuan replied.
Yang Jian said, "If you can't find it, then just go ho and sleep. It's very late, and this heavy rain is not suitable for going out. Plus, you don't need to kill anyone today, so throw away that knife and just live a normal life from now on."
He was persuading her, hoping his cousin could stay away from supernatural events and live an ordinary life.
However, it seed as though his cousin didn't hear him at all, continuing to walk towards him.
And as Xiao Yuan approached,
The head that had erged from the water at Yang Jian's feet displayed so abnormality. It was struggling; it wanted to break free, yet the body remained trapped in the water and did not escape quickly.
Yet the ghost did not beco calm because of this.
The ghost continued struggling and becoming increasingly violent. Its body began to erge gradually, but not fully, like a shadow in the water, illusory, as if it could vanish at any mont.
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