After the funeral on the sixth day, everything returned to normal.
All the dangers seemed to have vanished, and no supernatural signs were present anymore within the ancient house.
In the old room.
Yang Jian was not afraid, lying down directly on the wooden canopy bed to rest. He seemed to have fallen asleep, eyes closed, no movement.
On the side of the room, Yang Xiaohua found a sleeping bag from the luggage left by other messengers and after eating and drinking a bit, she curled up in the sleeping bag to rest. She was very tired, having suffered great fatigue both physically and mentally.
Those who can survive under such pressure in this environment are either crazy or have extraordinary willpower.
As for ordinary people, they either perish or transform.
Clearly.
