After the Red-Clothed Specters left, the black fog in the hallway didn't dissipate. Instead, it grew even thicker.
The children's terrifying laughter echoed through the hallway. Monsters woven from curses crawled along the walls, and without the Haunted House actors to hold them back, the scene seemed even more frightening than before.
"Once the Red-Clothed Specters step in, all we can do is handle the backup work." A woman in a floral dress walked over, accompanied by two men.
One of the men looked to be in his forties, with a cheerful smile always on his face. "Lady Skirt, Mr. Wood, looks like you two have experienced the fun of this job too."
"Scaring tourists for fun while getting negative emotions out of it—we help them and benefit ourselves. I've realized the boss really is a genius. He even came up with the idea of opening a Haunted House." Lady Skirt, the woman in the floral dress, admired Chen Ge greatly.
"The boss has plenty of other impressive qualities. Most importantly, he genuinely cares about us and treats us like family." The middle-aged man walked over to Zuo Han. "Whenever a new scene opens, a batch of tourists always ends up sacrificed. I actually have a soft spot for the Forensic Medical College students, but unfortunately, they came at the wrong time."
"Brother Zhou, do you think we might really scare the tourists into having problems?" Mr. Wood, a somewhat taciturn man, looked at the two "unconscious" tourists, feeling a little sorry for them.
"Don't worry. To prevent that sort of thing, the Haunted House has a professional medical team on standby. Every unconscious tourist gets taken in for an examination." The middle-aged man called Brother Zhou spoke with great pride.
"There's a medical team too?"
"Yeah, they're in the