Jiang Qiao forcefully killed the evil spirit.
But clearly,
the evil spirit was not so easy to kill.
This place was its home turf. No one could say what other tricks or reserves it had.
Just like now.
Space shifted.
Jiang Qiao was pulled into a dim, narrow corridor.
Gray, orderly tiles, impeccably smooth floors, seemingly bright yet inexplicably bleak lights that could not illuminate the passage, and a length whose end could not be seen at a glance together formed the main theme of the corridor.
The evil spirit had vanished.
But inside this corridor, he felt as though it was everywhere around him.
It had not died.
Moreover, it had used this opportunity to escape Jiang Qiao's close-range slaughter.
It had successfully opened up the distance.
And hidden itself in a mysterious location.
"I told you."
"You can't do it."
"You think a lousy corridor can trap me?"
"What a joke!"
Jiang Qiao stood where he was, not bothering to explore the seemingly endless corridor. The "stove fire" inside him passed through his arms, radiating terrifying heat.
The rules of human warmth and daily life shook the entire dead battlefield!
The opposite of cold was warmth.
The opposite of silence was noise.
And the opposite of the supernatural, which represented chaos and destruction, was human order and the lights of every household!
Boom!
Flames soared into the air.
They immediately collided violently with the corridor's ceiling, floor, and walls!
The ceiling.
The floor.
The walls.
Under the burning flames, they quickly began to blacken and crack. The neat, clean tiles shattered, revealing filthy clumps of hair beneath them. Some of the hair still carried rotten scalps, stained with blackened blood clots.
"I really thought you had nothing to do with the supernatural."
"Heh."
"So it was only a