Jiang Qiao had just crouched down.
His gaze passed through the bright candle flame and looked toward the residential building ahead.
Immediately.
His field of vision changed.
The originally empty building, whether by the windows or on the balconies, was suddenly packed with people.
However.
When he stood up.
As his gaze left the candlelight, those people immediately vanished again.
The building returned to its empty state.
The candlelight was like a filter. Only through it could he see things that were originally invisible.
"Interesting."
Jiang Qiao observed carefully.
He found these people rather strange.
Their bodies remained completely motionless, making them look like corpses. But their eyes lacked the numbness of corpses. Instead, their pupils kept moving, revealing traces of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.
Their skin was deathly pale.
Just like they had been taken out of cold storage.
Yet fresh, crimson blood kept oozing from their nostrils, the corners of their mouths, and their ears.
Real blood!
So vivid!
Aside from that.
Their limbs did not look stiff or rigid. They looked as flexible as those of living people. Of course, this might not be accurate, since they had not moved.
It was merely a conclusion drawn from observing their appearance and judging by experience.
"Living corpses?"
"Ghost Slaves?"
Jiang Qiao thought to himself.
Just then.
Perhaps because he had watched for too long, he had attracted the attention of the strange people in the residential building. Their bodies did not move, but their pupils all turned toward him in unison, fixing their gazes on Jiang Qiao.
The vivid emotions constantly shifting in their eyes all transformed into a certain kind of longing.
"They can see me even through the light?"
"Looks like this is an Overlap of a Supernatural Space. The light of this candle is