"Since I haven't been affected, that means the environment has changed."
"But I also didn't detect any Supernatural Fluctuations occurring around me. Then this Supernatural change must be extremely subtle, and the way it appeared may even be vastly different from anything I've encountered before."
Jiang Qiao raised his head slightly and looked at the light on the ceiling.
He could be certain.
He must have encountered some kind of illusion, and this illusion wasn't acting directly on him.
The forms of the supernatural were bizarre and varied.
Sometimes, whether you stepped out with your left foot or your right could determine whether you lived or died.
Even the most top-tier Awakened couldn't guarantee that they would never fall victim. It was just that the stronger an expert was, the greater their margin for error. The supernatural might interfere with them, but still be unable to truly harm them.
Jiang Qiao was a perfect example.
Although the scene before him felt strange, that didn't mean there was nothing he could do.
"Ever since I reached the fourth level, my Dual Pupils have been able to discern some clues even in ghost stories. Yet I haven't noticed anything abnormal about the changes in this living room."
"That means everything here is real. At least to my Dual Pupils, this place is real."
As he thought, Jiang Qiao took out an axe.
The axe was pitch-black all over and incredibly heavy. Fine patterns on its surface outlined images of severed limbs. Some of them were very old, as though they had been left behind decades or even centuries ago.
But two or three of the marks looked as if they had only been carved recently.
"It doesn't matter."
"When you can't figure out what's going on, you don't need to keep thinking