Yang Jian woke up early the next day.
Ever since becoming a ghost controller, with the ghost eye added to his body, he had gradually noticed some changes in himself.
The most obvious trait was that he found himself needing less and less sleep, yet he didn't feel tired.
"Only slept for six hours?"
As Yang Jian washed his face, he looked at his reflection in the mirror.
He didn't look haggard, on the contrary, he exuded an aloof demeanor that seemed to warn others to stay away, and even he found himself somewhat unrecognizable.
He glanced at the red paper talisman on the back of his hand.
A night had passed, and he hadn't felt the torment of the ghost eye's resurrection; instead, he had slept soundly.
But on the red paper, there was now an inconspicuous crack.
"Is this red paper just a temporary solution, not a cure? Or is it because it's just a fragment and not whole?" Yang Jian shifted his gaze and couldn't help rubbing his head.
