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The climate in winter rarely sees heavy rain, but today seemed 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 seemed not to care at all, his demeanor 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 come out at night.

Jiang Yan said she would come 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.