Master Gou was hell-bent on ruining the atmosphere, naturally because he did not want these ordinary people to be scared senseless.
He and Mo Qiong had basically determined that there was something wrong with this haunted house. Ever since they came in, there had been an ominous chill in the air.
Of course, it might have been psychological. The surrounding setup could have created the atmosphere, using small details to guide people's emotions.
Thus, Master Gou kept cracking jokes and fooling around, trying to dilute that faint sense of terror.
However, it only diluted it temporarily. Whenever the scene quieted down for a moment and the television suddenly turned on or a ringtone suddenly sounded, everyone would panic again.
Could this really be created by the atmosphere alone?
Mo Qiong and Master Gou sat down, expressionless, their legs crossed as they stared at the television.
On the screen, the image was frozen on a well. A pale hand suddenly reached out from the mouth of the well and landed on the stone platform.
It was a woman's hand, withered and dripping wet, bleached white from being waterlogged. The flesh on the fingertips was mangled, as if even the fingernails had been clawed off.
For some reason, the moment everyone saw that hand, their hearts tightened.
It was obviously only a horror movie. It was obviously just an image playing on a television. But when everyone thought of Sadako's method of appearing, they could not help but panic.
"She isn't really going to crawl out, is she?"
The four young people huddled together. The girls did not mind at all shrinking into the boys' arms, and the boys did not mind at all cowering behind the sofa.
Their eyes were locked tightly on the television. Then another hand crawled up over