Mu Xingchen relayed the contents of the screen to Qi Gu.
Qi Gu, however, said, "We'll have to wait until we meet Zeng Qinghuan to get the answers to those questions."
The five of them bustled about carrying the seven tourists to an open space. Qi Gu checked the ghostly energy in their bodies. Sure enough, it was much the same as in the previous few people. After he easily dispelled it, the seven woke up one after another.
They all looked completely bewildered when they woke, wondering why they had suddenly passed out.
After a brief explanation, Qi Gu asked about their exact itinerary that day and whether they had visited the artificial hill in the back courtyard. Every answer was no.
One of the young men, however, said that while he had not gone in himself, because it looked eerily frightening inside, his friend had. But after his friend came out, the two had argued a little, then parted ways to look around separately. After that, he had passed out, then woken up to find Qi Gu and the others.
"I see. Entering the artificial hill wasn't a condition for being selected, but the good fortune of being rescued. The long-closed artificial hill was selectively opened because the Opera Ghost wanted to save tourists chosen for dissection by the first ghost by having you enter it. But not every tourist would go inside. For those who didn't, the Opera Ghost could only keep you here until evening and use its operatic singing to deal with the ghostly energy inside you," Qi Gu said.
Lin Hanzhi handed him a bottle of AD calcium milk with the straw already inserted. "Let me explain the rest. Thirsty?"
All Qi Gu had done was swallow while speaking, his Adam's apple bobbing, yet