Before long, Song Xiaotian and the others arrived at the hospital.
Pan Xiaorou was there too, just as expected, and I greeted her.
"What happened?!"
"How did things get this bad, right in the middle of the holiday?!"
Seeing that Seventh Master still hadn't come out, Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan looked anxious and worried.
I gave them a rough account of what had happened.
Seventh Master had already been injured before entering the Ghost Wall, and then he had used the Spirit-Invoking Art while weakened. His body might not have been able to take it.
He was getting old, after all.
Song Xiaotian and the others hadn't been involved in this incident and didn't know the details, so they weren't really in a position to comment.
"That old man's slicker than all of us. He should be fine."
For now, we could only wait until Seventh Master was out of danger before discussing anything else.
But I couldn't sit still. I had already experienced how dangerous this matter was, yet neither Seventh Master nor I could possibly quit halfway. We had to resolve it properly.
Besides, we had already found plenty of clues. There were still things we needed to investigate, and once we had gathered all the clues and learned the full truth of what happened back then, we would finally have to face that ghost-or rather, all the ghosts of the Luo Residence.
That last step would be the most dangerous.
Now Seventh Master was badly injured, and whether he could recover was still uncertain. Meng Yifan couldn't be much help either, so Song Xiaotian might be my only teammate.
How could the two of us alone handle that final step?
I wondered whether I should call An Ning over too.
I didn't know whether I should