Jiang Qiao paused slightly beneath his feet.
Then he continued forward.
The lights in the corridor grew dimmer and dimmer. By the end, there was barely any light left at all, and the passage ahead had been completely swallowed by darkness.
The normal vision in Jiang Qiao's right eye had vanished, leaving only pitch-blackness.
But the gray light in his left eye kept flickering, and he relied on his dual pupils to maintain normal awareness of his surroundings.
In the line-drawn world composed of black, white, and gray, swathes of dazzling color were chaotically mixed in, as if someone had smeared paint over a sketch.
This was the sight granted by dual pupils.
In this world of lines, every place with vivid colors represented the existence of supernatural power to some degree.
This field of vision was strange, but fortunately, he had long since grown accustomed to it.
"This evil thing's range of influence isn't small. What exactly is it? It's occupying an entire corridor by itself and cutting off the connection between the areas in front and behind it?" Jiang Qiao grew more curious as he walked.
Suddenly.
He stopped again.
"What's that?"
He turned his gaze to the right and saw a strange scene emerging inside a room nearby.
A man wearing a white shirt and nothing below the waist had grabbed a bound woman and was repeatedly smashing her head against the edge of a bathtub.
The woman's mouth was sealed with tape. Her expression was twisted with pain, but she couldn't make a sound.
"Abuse?"
"And... this doesn't seem to be a supernatural phenomenon..."
Jiang Qiao frowned.
The scene before him was different from the "historical fragments" he had seen earlier. It wasn't an illusory image. Although the man and woman weren't living people, they possessed