Supernatural Space was like a pocket. Before anyone noticed, it slipped over a person's head and carried them away.
But if you wanted to capture someone,
the bag first had to be sturdy enough and large enough.
Right?
Trying to stuff a tiger into a flimsy plastic garbage bag was obviously idiotic. Forget a tiger—even a little puppy could burst it.
That old man had quite a few tricks.
Jiang Qiao found them rather novel, but wanting to send him away in one go was simply wishful thinking.
At that moment,
the old man realized something was wrong.
His expression changed.
He immediately called on several other old fogeys nearby to act together.
"Hurry up and help!"
Those other old bastards also sensed that something was off. The young man standing in the street wasn't trapped at all. Instead, he extended a hand and gently pressed it against the void.
That single motion made their expressions change as well.
Because that spot
happened to be the weakest point of this space.
With that one move,
it was as if he had swatted a mosquito in midair. Yet the space surrounded by the ancient tombs began to sway violently, as though the walls were collapsing and the house was caving in—a three-bedroom apartment suddenly turning into an open-air courtyard.
"Damn it!"
"His strength isn't what we thought. He's stronger!"
"Stop him!"
"Don't let him out!"
The Bearded Old Man growled and struck first!
He raised his hand and waved.
Golden light flashed in his hand, and several golden nails plunged neatly into the ground around his feet.
Then,
he took out a straw effigy.
A straw man!
In the Supernatural Circle,
using straw men, Puppet People, and similar objects as mediums to cast curses was nothing unusual. It could even be