This wasn't good news. It sounded like Wu Ling and the others had run out of options.
They weren't really superheroes, after all, just a group of professionals who knew how to deal with ghosts. The heavy snow had cut off the mountain, and communications were down. They might need help from the local disaster relief department. But it was possible that the local authorities were just as helpless and could only wait for the natural disaster to pass.
I thought about my abilities and said in a low voice, "Then I'll find a way to take a look. Do you have a list of the production crew?"
Possessing Nan Tian directly was the riskiest move. I might have taken that risk last night, but now that the impulse had passed, I'd thought of a safer approach. I'd possess someone from the crew first, see what was going on, and then make a plan. That was the best option. A film crew had to have dozens of people, at least. If the situation wasn't urgent, I could take a few days to investigate, discuss things with Wu Ling and the others, and then decide how to deal with the problem.
"I've already got it. I'll send it to you in a moment," Wu Ling replied.
The phone was handed to Nangong Yao.
"Lin Qi." Nangong Yao's voice was hoarse. "My younger brother... I'm sorry to trouble you."
"You don't have to be so formal. I'll do everything I can to save him."
Nangong Yao said nothing more, only thanking me earnestly.
After the call ended, the skinny guy and the others couldn't wait to ask me what had happened.
When I finished telling them, the skinny guy's eyes widened.
"That's some rotten luck. They were filming The Hot Spring Villa