He passed through the coffin-like tunnel.
After climbing several more levels, Jiang Qiao returned to the prison filled with wheat.
The Red Moon Restaurant was vast and deathly silent. Anyone walking through such a Supernatural place would have stayed wary and cautious, perhaps even trembling with fear.
But perhaps it was because of Supernatural Chef.
Although he was too exhausted to use it, it had still earned Jiang Qiao the restaurant's recognition. Thus, as he walked through the place, he felt no unease and encountered no Supernatural Attack.
It was as if the place were truly empty, with nothing in it besides him.
He had been cautious on the way in.
Testing each step.
On the way back, however, he had far fewer concerns. He opened his Ghost Domain and raced along.
Soon.
He arrived at the warehouse where the torture implements were stored.
Everything was still as he remembered it. Various chopping boards, rivets, shackles, iron hammers... all kinds of old objects from ages past sat on the rusted iron racks.
"Hey."
A flicker passed through Jiang Qiao's eyes.
He discovered that the thick shackles that had fallen from the rack earlier had somehow returned to it.
"Did someone move them? Or was this some kind of Supernatural Phenomena?"
The shackles weighed forty or fifty jin and were stained with black blood.
Under normal circumstances.
They could not have moved on their own.
That was why he had cautiously chosen to leave the warehouse earlier, worried that something outside the window had invaded the room.
However.
He had already been to the beach and was preparing to monitor any changes that might occur there.
So there was no need to pay too much attention to a little Supernatural Phenomena.
He went to the wall.
Outside the iron-barred window, it