When Jiang Qiao stepped into a residential building, he immediately felt a faint sense of restraint.
It was very faint and had no effect on him.
But that sense of restraint was everywhere, filling the entire area.
If it had been an ordinary person or a relatively weak Awakened, they would immediately have become unable to control themselves in such an environment. Their minds would have suffered intense interference, causing them to do all kinds of things against their will.
Even if they did not die in the end, they would become a lunatic or an imbecile.
But rest assured.
They would not become a vegetable.
The stairwell was deathly quiet. Jiang Qiao did not use any supernatural power, instead walking upward one step at a time. He wanted to personally experience what this ghost story's killing rule was like.
Given his current strength, destroying a ghost story was not difficult.
But merely encountering one and killing it did not allow him to understand the origins of ghost stories, or why such powerful killing rules had been bestowed upon them.
The first floor.
The second floor.
The third floor.
Jiang Qiao climbed upward one floor at a time as leisurely as if he were taking a stroll, observing every movement around him.
He could clearly sense the supernatural presence in the building.
But that supernatural presence was not the true source.
Or rather, ghost stories had no true source in the real world. Their source lay in the gaps between worlds; in reality, they were merely projections.
This projection now enveloped the entire Black Mountain County, yet, strangely, it had selected only certain areas for its rules to cover.
Very strange.
And very interesting.
When he reached the Fourth Floor, he found several corpses lying in the corridor.
He gave