Although Ai Yousheng could not see them, the cold and oppressive atmosphere in the room had already made him uncomfortable.
Hearing what I said, he immediately nodded.
"All right, I-I'll go have a smoke in the hallway..."
With that, Ai Yousheng turned to leave the room.
But as soon as he stepped out and stood outside the door, he froze.
He had remembered that this was the hospital's inpatient wing at this hour-and the VIP floor, at that.
Apart from a few lights, the corridor was deathly still.
The room felt oppressive, but at least he had me, a living person, with him.
Seeing the deathly silent corridor, he lost his nerve and hurried back inside.
"M-Master Jiang, I think I'd better stay.
"I-I'll just stay in the room. There isn't a single person out there, n-not a soul. I-I'm a little scared!"
I did not mock him. For an ordinary person whose understanding of the world had not been completely overturned, and who had little experience with ghosts, staying as composed as Ai Yousheng had was already quite an achievement.
I nodded at him.
"Sure. Sit off to the side for a while."
Then I left Ai Yousheng alone and looked at the seven ghosts before me.
They had almost finished the Longevity Fruit powder.
I spoke to them.
"Everyone, thank you very much for your help today.
"I have some spirit money here too. Please accept it.
"And please leave your names and birth dates and times. I'll write Appeal Talismans for you in a moment and send them all to the South Spring Academy authorities."
As I spoke, I took a stack of spirit money from my tool bag and lit it right there in the room.
Of the seven ghosts, the three gaunt, sallow ones were