The five Siamese guys chatted while filming.
Jiang Qiao had already figured it out.
There were only two real bloggers. The other three had been dragged along to bolster their courage. One of them in particular was a huge, burly guy with a fierce expression who looked practically like a hypermasculine brute.
They probably thought his yang energy was strong enough to frighten vicious ghosts.
Wasn't there a folk saying?
That ghosts feared evil people.
Although Jiang Qiao knew it was complete nonsense, ordinary people didn't. Finding someone who looked fierce made them feel much safer.
And wouldn't you know it?
Speak of the devil, and he appeared.
Just as the group cautiously entered the Factory Building,
a pitch-black figure inexplicably appeared in one of the windows on the right side of the third floor.
The figure was an Old Woman with disheveled hair.
She wore a filthy White Coats.
Standing expressionlessly before the glass, she stared blankly at the group below.
Because she was standing in the darkness,
ordinary people would have to widen their eyes to barely make her out.
"Not a ghost."
"A Ghost Slave."
"A corpse eroded by Supernatural Erosion."
"Looks like there was more to the supposed chemical leak back then."
"It wasn't a simple accident."
Jiang Qiao withdrew his gaze and did not enter the factory with them. There were some vicious ghosts inside, but nothing worth seeing. He turned and left the factory grounds, heading toward the old woods.
That abandoned temple was his destination today.
The five who entered the factory grounds had no idea that someone had followed them, nor that he had already left.
They pushed aside the waist-high weeds.
They carefully picked their way deeper over the slippery ground, their steps alternately sinking deep and barely touching down.