You Think I'll Believe Your Ghost Talk?

"I don't know. This is the first time I've heard of it, too." Bai Qiulin looked at Old Zhou. "Old Zhou, you know the most. Do you know what a 'script' is?"

Old Zhou shook his head and stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Maybe it's some new genre. If we get the chance, we can ask Boss Chen."

"Sounds good. Boss Chen will be thrilled to hear that a master approved of Da Nian's painting." Duan Yue dragged Kurosaki out of the room. Old Zhou and Bai Qiulin followed behind, carrying Xiao Xia. The group soon left the Residential Area.

A few minutes after they were gone, footsteps echoed through the corridor.

"Jin Yuan? Wei Jinyuan?" A somewhat shrill voice came from the doorway. The door swung open, and Li Changyin glanced into the living room. "The tape on the door's been torn off. They must have been here."

Li Changyin had been exploring the adjacent apartment building. It wasn't until he reached the third basement level that he discovered all the individual scenarios were connected inside, like one enormous underground maze.

What they had seen before was only the tip of the iceberg, poking above the surface. The truly terrifying things lay buried deep underground.

Normally, only three to five people entered a haunted house at a time, with a time limit of twenty minutes.

Haunted houses like Chen Ge's, which let ten people in at once and gave them forty minutes, were actually quite rare.

Li Changyin hadn't understood why at first. It wasn't until he saw the underground scenarios that he realized this place could easily accommodate even twenty visitors at a time.

When Wei Jinyuan screamed, Li Changyin had already made his way deep underground.

He heard Wei Jinyuan's scream and immediately sprinted toward it, but unfortunately,