"What made you start telling stories?"
Lin Jia, who had remained silent all this time, felt somewhat uneasy and couldn't help speaking.
"It's fine."
"Let it tell us. Let's hear what kind of story it can come up with."
Jiang Qiao smiled.
It was nothing more than the usual method of spreading a curse through a story. After seeing enough of it, there was nothing surprising anymore. But sometimes, these stories actually had countless connections to the people involved... or perhaps they should be called the ghosts involved.
That was why one could often discover clues about the identity of a Vicious Ghost from them.
Lin Jia actually knew this as well.
But among those present, Jiang Qiao and Yang Ling were top-tier experts, so naturally they had nothing to fear. Liu Yuanyuan had originally seemed ordinary, but now she appeared unfathomably deep.
Only after waking up did she learn that Liu Yuanyuan had emerged completely unharmed, her consciousness never having been dragged into that space!
From this, it seemed that among the five people present, only she and Ding He were weaklings.
The radio before her looked even more sinister than Old Fen had. It was a Supernatural Item, yet it possessed Self-awareness. Now it even wanted to tell a story. Who knew whether she could withstand the curse carried by it?
She truly lacked confidence.
Yet she had no way to leave this ancient ruin on her own.
Leaving aside the evil entities that might appear on the way back, the exit itself was currently sealed by the Painting Disaster. Without a Ninth Tier Expert's help, she wouldn't dare leave.
So, for the moment, all she could do was hope that when danger appeared, Yang Ling would lend her a hand for her father's sake.
"Sigh."
"If I'd