"Enough talk. Let's start exploring. Haunted houses scare people in only a few ways. As long as you believe it's all fake, there's nothing that can scare you. When you see the actors, you won't just be unafraid—you'll even think they're ridiculous." Liu Kang ignored Bai Buhui and strode forward. The eleven-person group officially entered the Spirit Channeling School.
Faint sobbing came from the corners. Children's whispers mingled with the yin wind. This place had once been heaven; now only empty corridors remained.
A half-open wooden door creaked. Fine writing covered the walls, and sharp little knives had carved out the last scraps of happiness in the children's minds.
"This is so realistic. A year ago, we went to the biggest abandoned school in Xinhai to test our courage. This place gives me a feeling very similar to that school." Lan Dong pulled out his phone and casually took a few pictures. "It doesn't look deliberately aged. It's as if the school was always like this. Look at the dust in the window-frame cracks, and the burn marks along the base of the wall."
He dug his fingers into the peeling wall. Beneath the dusty white surface was a layer of scorched paint.
"To create this scene, they'd have to burn the walls, then repaint them. Did the Haunted House Owner really think of details this small?" Two students were with Lan Dong. One was a chubby, honest-looking boy named A-Li. The other was a very quiet girl who rarely spoke.
"Maybe the Haunted House Owner brought in the burned walls from outside and remodeled them underground." Liu Kang didn't want his viewers to think the haunted house had anything going for it. He did his best to liven things up and dispel the fear. "Come to think of it,