"Haunted?" The several haunted-house designers all looked at Zuo Han. Teacher Wang frowned too. She truly hadn't expected to hear something like that from Zuo Han.
"Some things have no answers—or, to put it another way, my knowledge can't find the answers. Only ghosts can explain them." Zuo Han spoke with complete seriousness. The Underworld Fetus scene had opened for the first time, and according to past experience, a scene's first opening was always its most difficult. Zuo Han was scared too, which was why he'd voiced the suspicion he'd buried deep in his heart.
He wanted to find the truth, but there was no way he'd find it with these useless teammates. Even staying alive was a problem.
"You're talking about ghosts before we've even gone in?" Sunglasses Man Fu Bole laughed aloud. "Little brother, what you said at first made a lot of sense. You almost had me fooled. Too bad you got carried away. The moment you said the place was haunted, you gave yourself away as a haunted-house actor. Let me give you some advice: haste makes waste."
In such a gloomy, terrifying setting, Zuo Han's claim that the haunted house was really haunted had startled everyone. But after they heard Fu Bole's explanation, they gradually calmed down.
What ghosts? There were no such things in the world. Anyone saying that in a haunted house was most likely one of the haunted house's own actors.
The several haunted-house designers all looked enlightened, and Ma Feng gave Zuo Han a few more glances.
For someone who had never believed in ghosts, being told a haunted house was haunted would obviously seem like a prank.
"You started by saying there was an actor among us, then you gave us a whole list of precautions, and finally you built