The strange happenings at the castle ruins naturally caught the attention of the "ghost-hunting experts" in the nearby camp at once. When gusts of wind began howling from among the jagged boulders, the entire camp suddenly sprang to life. Some of the bizarre professionals grabbed oddly shaped crystal radios, some lugged old-fashioned cameras that should have been retired fifty years ago, some carried two crooked copper rods, and others were dressed like mass-produced space warriors who had wandered out of a film set. In short, they charged toward the ruins, which continued to emit eerie sounds, in a state of utter pandemonium. As for their actual combat ability, that remained to be seen. Still, if a group of centuries-old undead really was being suppressed beneath the castle, even ghosts would probably have been scared witless by the sight of these crazed lunatics in strange outfits charging at them...
Hao Ren naturally wanted to rush out at once too. When he saw the "exorcism masters" charging toward the castle, his first thought was, Crap, this job is going to be a disaster. His legs began trembling uncontrollably on the spot. He was terrified that his new tenant would be killed by a bunch of idiotic ghost hunters before they even met—or that the idiotic ghost-hunting team would accidentally be killed by his new tenant. If that happened, the situation would become as troublesome as possible. Raven 12345 could probably hang him from the city tower to dry for two weeks and still be going easy on him. But just as he was about to charge forward, Vivian grabbed him by the neck. "Don't rush. Look at Nangong and that Indian monk."
Hao Ren took a closer look and only then noticed that the two people who should have been most interested