Night fell once again.
The tranquil and peaceful village was once more enveloped in darkness, and only a few scattered street lamps were still casting their dim yellow glow. Some lights hadn't been turned on at all due to lack of maintenance.
Yang Jian hadn't left the old house during this time.
He had stayed in the room with the portraits, keeping watch for any movements, like a wooden statue devoid of needless gestures.
But unfortunately,
aside from the footsteps he had heard earlier, Yang Jian made no other discoveries.
He guessed that the nightmare was still ongoing, that the ghost from the dream had departed from this place and wouldn't be coming back for the time being.
"Yang Jian, what are you up to? I've been looking for you for quite a while," Jiang Yan said cautiously as she appeared in the hallway outside, peeking in.
She sighed in relief when she saw Yang Jian inside the room.