"Small world?"
Jiang Qiao's expression turned somewhat strange.
He had just entered the city yesterday and visited the Investigation Department, spending the entire afternoon in the archives. Then, early this morning, he was told that all the archives staff had died.
What the hell!
Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a jinx, and that wherever he went, people had to die!
It was just ridiculous.
Jiang Qiao was speechless, and the staff members who had come to serve as his guides also wore subtly strange expressions.
They did not suspect that Jiang Qiao had done it.
Although they did not know how powerful a "Celestial Master" was, he had nevertheless been someone who suppressed Vicious Ghosts before the Supernatural Revival. The archives staff of the Investigation Department had neither provoked nor offended him. Surely he wouldn't inexplicably make things difficult for a few ordinary people, right?
Besides, what would be the point of killing a few ordinary staff members?
But precisely because of that,
they felt even more uneasy.
They had heard before that some people were extremely sinister, born with a fate that clashed with others. Wherever they went, someone in that place would suffer terrible misfortune.
At best, they would lose money. At worst, they would die.
What was more, there was no way to predict this kind of misfortune. It could happen at any time, in any place.
It was practically impossible to guard against!
Could this "Celestial Master" be one of those people?
As the staff members sent to receive Jiang Qiao, they were somewhat apprehensive. However, they did not dare show it on their faces and could only say helplessly:
"It is indeed quite a coincidence, but it's nothing serious. Where are you planning to go today, Mr. Jiang? I can make