Each member of Luo Dong's family seemed to have a special ability of their own. His son could sense Evil Spirits within a few meters; his wife could take away her family's pain—not heal their wounds, merely let them ignore the pain. His youngest daughter had been protected at the rear of the group the whole time, and her ability had yet to be revealed.
The reporters from Strange Tale at Twelve and the other Ghost Story Players followed behind Luo Dong's family, avoiding many dangers as a result. After a few scares but no real harm, they passed through the second-floor corridor and reached the building's third floor.
Luo Dong's son, who had been scouting ahead, suddenly stopped. His face drained of all color, turning frighteningly pale.
"Why did you stop? Did a ghost show up?" Yu Ruohu had barely done anything along the way and had reached the third floor with little effort, so he had let his guard down a little.
Luo Dong's son shook his head, sweat dripping steadily from his forehead. Veins bulged on his hands as he gripped his backpack straps, and his breathing grew rapid.
Luo Dong gently patted his son's back, then turned and glared at Yu Ruohu. "If you want to know why, go ahead yourself."
"Don't be angry, don't be angry. My brother's a bit thickheaded and blunt, but he's loyal." Yu Ruolong knew there was more to Luo Dong's family than met the eye, and his attitude had improved considerably.
"I didn't mean anything by it. Sorry." Yu Ruohu hurried to apologize as well.
Since their attitude was decent, Luo Dong explained, "My son can roughly sense where ghosts are. He can help us find a safe path. If he refuses to go forward, that can only mean one