It was cold and dark all around.
The moonlight was pale and pure, yet seemed unable to reach into the residential complex.
The unpleasant smell Jiang Chen had noticed when he first entered had grown stronger, like burning spirit money mixed with some other strange odor.
Su Ling instinctively felt a sense of oppression.
She kept feeling that the complex today was different from every other time.
"Jiang Chen, something might have happened in the complex. Someone's burning spirit money. There might be a wedding or funeral, or a funeral rite to invoke spirits..."
Jiang Chen looked thoughtful, feeling all along that he had forgotten something.
Her words reminded him, and he slapped his forehead.
"Wait here a moment."
He suddenly ran back to Building Seven and went up to the third floor.
He found a pen and wrote a message somewhere conspicuous.
"The person who performed the Soul Summoning has gone to Building Four or Building One. Before tonight, you can look for him in those two buildings. If you miss him, you can go to the twelfth floor of Building One, Jade Garden Residential Complex, 126 Binjiang Road..."
He wrote it on both the door and the wall.
He was worried that the ghosts he had summoned would arrive late and fail to find him.
Su Ling, who had followed him upstairs, was panting for breath. At the sight, she gave him a heartfelt thumbs-up.
Such dedication!
So much dedication!
After the tense battle, fooling Husband and Wife, and the mentally taxing business with the auntie ghost, she had completely forgotten about this. She never expected Jiang Chen to remember and even leave a reminder.
That kind of spirit deserved admiration.
"All right, let's go. I shouldn't have forgotten anything this time..."
As Jiang Chen spoke, he slowed