"Boom!"
Without warning, Jiang Qiao attacked!
Terrifying lightning surged from his body, instantly covering the entire room. Then, without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed a large pile of Paper Money beside him and prepared to turn around and leave the building.
Bang!
He had taken only one step when the two doors suddenly slammed shut.
An enraged voice rang out. "What do you think you're doing, you thief? Are you trying to steal my Paper Money?"
"What do you mean, steal? That sounds so unpleasant."
"I call it taking."
"There isn't a single person in this room. Who knows whether this stuff is even yours?"
"Unclaimed things belong to the virtuous."
"Clearly, no matter how you look at it, I qualify as virtuous. I deserve to have this opportunity. This is surely a reward from Heaven!"
As Jiang Qiao spoke, he continued walking forward.
The rotten Wood Door possessed astonishing supernatural power. As Jiang Qiao approached, human-shaped outlines actually surfaced across its surface.
It was a terrifying curse.
Whether living person or evil spirit, anyone who came into contact with it would suffer certain death.
This was one of the shopkeeper's trump cards, allowing him to do business in a ghost village.
Today, it would teach this presumptuous young man a good lesson and show him that the old-timers from Golden Rooster Mountain were nothing like the trash he had encountered outside!
"Huh?"
"You should have been dead for a very long time, right?"
"I never thought even a historical projection could mobilize supernatural power of this level. Looks like you really weren't ordinary when you were alive."
Jiang Qiao was somewhat surprised.
He discovered that the curse on the door faintly possessed the power of an Eighth Tier.
But.
That meant nothing to him.
The gap between someone who