The repair shop had become a dilapidated old toy production workshop.
Abandoned plastic dolls, cars, and Ultraman were scattered everywhere, making the place look desolate.
However.
As far as Jiang Qiao was concerned, he did things entirely according to his mood.
He had learned enough today. There was no need to waste too much time investigating the past of a haunted tale. He would capture it first and worry about the rest later.
He did not hesitate.
Bone Fire ignited once more, instantly spreading throughout the entire workshop as it attempted to destroy everything here.
Although this was a special Supernatural Space.
In the face of Eighth Tier Bone Fire, it was completely engulfed in flames almost instantly. Immediately, bright yellow liquid began seeping from the pencils around them, and the stench of rotting fat began to spread.
The toys piled on the floor also underwent a bizarre change at that moment.
They actually began letting out shrill, miserable screams and struggled to stand up and flee. These toys were part of the haunted tale. Eroded by the supernatural, they were no longer ordinary objects but had become something like Ghost Slaves.
However, compared with the utility possessed by ordinary Ghost Slaves, they seemed to be capable of nothing more than moving around.
This reminded Jiang Qiao of stories he had once heard the elderly people in his residential compound tell.
When the Old era had just ended, the prolonged wars and disasters had left the local area sparsely populated. Abandoned homes could be found everywhere, and most of their former owners could no longer return.
Thus.
At the beginning of the new era, these houses became temporary shelters for displaced people.
That period had been extremely difficult. Even finding enough food was a problem.
Being able to have a