There had been no warning.
Jiang Qiao inexplicably returned to Nanhucun Village.
As expected, if he left this room and looked back, the room on the second floor of the hotel would disappear as well, turning into an empty house somewhere in the village.
"Ghost Domain?"
"Supernatural Space?"
"Neither."
Although Jiang Qiao currently had only First Order strength, his experience with the supernatural was extraordinarily rich.
He could naturally see what was happening.
He had not been teleported back to the mountain village.
Nor had he fallen into a Ghost Domain.
If the Vicious Ghost had already reached the Sixth Tier and possessed the ability to descend the mountain, there would be no need for such tricks. The instant its Ghost Domain opened, it could wipe out everyone in the entire town.
"An illusion?"
"Ghostly Deception?"
"The Vicious Ghost affected my perception and made me think I had returned to the village?"
He stood at the doorway.
He looked up at the sky.
The moon was out tonight.
Yet not a single ray of moonlight touched the ground.
There were only the ghostly black outlines formed by trees, mountains, and village houses.
His gaze shifted.
Suddenly, he raised the tile knife in his hand.
He slammed it hard against the door.
"Clang!"
On either side of the door panel, one side was the clean, orderly wall of the hotel, while the other was an old mountain-village residence.
With that strike,
Jiang Qiao clearly saw a momentary blur appear at the boundary.
At the same time,
he felt a slight sensation of weightlessness beneath his feet.
It was like stepping on cotton.
The feeling came quickly and vanished just as fast. The entire process was extremely brief, and everything returned to normal in the blink of an eye. Yet that fleeting