After experiencing a nightmare, Yang Jian dared not sleep, and he withdrew the Headless Ghost Shadow back into his body.
Without a shadow, he was now actively enduring the influence of the fierce ghost.
In this state, Yang Jian was extremely rational, did not know fatigue, and at the same time, human emotions were suppressed to the minimum, almost non-existent, making him indifferent, not like a normal living person.
Usually, he wouldn't be like this.
But Yang Jian wasn't sure whether he would inadvertently enter that nightmare again in the dead of night.
The night passed.
In the early morning, the free-range roosters in the countryside crowed.
Yang Jian had been sitting quietly on the bed for most of the night, he didn't even close his eyes.
And next to him, Jiang Yan had long since fallen asleep, even snoring, because she was just an ordinary person who had not been affected by any supernatural influences, naturally succumbing to sleep when it was time.