Day had finally broken.
Yang Jian hadn't slept for the latter half of the night, just sitting there in the hall of mourning.
Although not tired, staying on edge for such a long period and staring constantly at the coffin in front of him—truth be told, even someone made of iron would find it unbearable.
Fortunately, he wasn't quite a complete person at the moment.
So Yang Jian chose not to rest.
Besides, at times like these, even if one is exhausted, they must endure.
"The coffin was silent all night, and I wasn't attacked by a vicious ghost throughout… So, it seems my previous guess should be correct," Yang Jian's eyes were bloodshot and red. Even without using Ghost Eyes, his own eyes seemed almost to turn into Ghost Eyes.
Risking his life last night, he could confirm that the ghost and this coffin were directly connected.
And it wasn't just one ghost; both ghosts in the village were related to the coffin.
There was still one doubt that remained unresolved, though.
