The three watched until the object was out of sight before turning their gaze away.

After exchanging a glance, they found themselves to be both disdainful and expectant towards each other.

I despise this Master Rosen's character and hope he can successfully resolve this matter.

Otherwise, the production team would suffer a huge loss.

Every day of work stoppage costs a lot of money.

As for the two who died, they will also have to pay a large sum of money.

Of course, this money is mainly paid by the insurance company.

Hollywood insurance primarily guarantees that a film will be completed smoothly and on schedule.

Incidentally, there will also be personal safety insurance.

If either of these two things goes wrong, the insurance company will suffer huge compensation losses.

That's why the chubby Mark was so anxious and his face looked so pale.

Hospital abandoned area.

Master Rosen walked down the corridor of the ward, holding a Bible and wearing a cross around his neck.

His expression was calm, showing no fear of his surroundings whatsoever.

Just how skilled is this guy?

Cao Kun, who was quietly following behind, was also unsure of Master Rosen's abilities.

Judging from his posture and his audacity in making exorbitant demands, he must be quite capable.

He began to plan: if the ordinary ghosts in the hospital couldn't kill him, then he would let the armored zombie do it.

If the armored zombie still doesn't work, then lure it to the top floor.

That thing on the top floor could definitely kill this guy.

Tick-tock... Tick-tock...

Suddenly, the sound of dripping water reached Master Rosen's ears.

Master Rosen exclaimed inwardly, "They're here!" and quickened his pace toward the end of the corridor.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, and his whole body was pulled upwards by a force.

Master Rosen's expression changed drastically; he struggled to breathe, and his face quickly turned red.

He struggled to pick up the cross and placed it around his neck.

The cross emitted a soft white light, and he suddenly felt his neck loosen, falling to the ground.

Huff... huff...

He was panting heavily, like a broken bellows.

He had barely caught his breath when a hospital room door opened, and a completely black figure covered in charred marks rushed towards him.

Halfway there, the figure burst into flames. If it were to engulf him, Master Rosen would most likely be turned into a fireball as well.

Master Rosen immediately stood up, took the cross from his hands, and said, "In the name of the Lord, I command you to step back."

His voice carried a divine power, and the charred figure's steps slowed down, but instead of retreating, it continued to move forward slowly.

Just then, another ward door opened, and a huge, obese man with dementia rushed out.

He was like a mountain of flesh; he ran without making a sound, yet Master Rosen felt the entire hospital building shake.

His mouth was full of saliva, and his tongue kept licking his lips, causing them to become ulcerated.

He stared at Master Rosen, his eyes, which were barely visible through his fat, gleaming as if he were looking at a delicious meal.

Master Rosen felt a chill run down his spine. He had no doubt that if this guy got close, he would most likely be devoured alive.

Bang!

Another ward door opened, and a man wearing a hospital gown, with a bald head covered in scars, walked out.

The scar was extremely grotesque and terrifying, as if the skull had been shattered and then reassembled.

His walking posture was extremely strange, trembling and shaking as if he had been electrocuted.

Bang bang bang...

One hospital room door after another opened, and each time a terrifying figure rushed out.

Master Rosen was confident he could handle one or two, but he never expected there to be so many.

“Step back! I command you to step back in the name of the Lord.”

Master Rosen carried the glowing cross and kept chanting this phrase, but he could only slow down the figures; he couldn't stop their advance at all.

Master Rosen hurriedly opened the Bible, his voice trembling as he read aloud:

"In the name of the Father, in the name of the Son, in the name of the Holy Spirit!"

The cross that is blessed in this way.

By our Lord.

God, Holy Spirit, command you!

The blood of martyrs commands you!

In the name of the Lord, the devil.

I will banish you!

A holy power spread outwards, and the figures showed expressions of pain, slowing their steps even further.

But that's all.

Instead of being expelled, they looked at Master Rosen with resentment and hatred because of the suffering they had endured.

Master Rosen trembled uncontrollably. He wanted to run, but his path was blocked, and he had no chance at all.

As the figures drew ever closer, Master Rosen was filled with anxiety.

He knew that if these things got close to him, his fate would be extremely miserable.

Suddenly, the bathroom door at the end of the corridor opened, revealing a dark doorway.

A little girl's anxious voice called out, "Quick, come in quickly."

Normally, Master Rosen would never have gone in.

But now, he's like a drowning man grasping at a straw.

He didn't have time to think about anything else; he turned around and ran quickly into the bathroom.

Bang!

As soon as he went in, the door slammed shut.

Immediately, regret filled the faces of those figures.

"ah!"

A bloodcurdling scream came from the bathroom.

The scream lasted for more than ten seconds before finally stopping.

The bathroom door opened, and a corpse was thrown out.

Master Rosen lay on the ground with a contorted expression, his eyes bulging, as if he had suffered immense pain before death, or as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

That's it?

Cao Kun walked through the crowd, staring speechlessly at Master Rosen's corpse on the ground.

He had prepared for the worst and was ready to risk everything to lure it to the top floor, but it still died.

They can't even deal with these ordinary ghosts.

Actually, to be fair, Master Rosen isn't exactly a fraud; he can genuinely use some of the church's power.

Unfortunately, he had limited options.

He might be able to handle one or two, but so many would be a disaster for him.

"Let's call it a day."

Cao Kun waved his hand, and those figures instantly either passed through walls or flew into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

James Mangold and his two companions, who were waiting outside for good news, suddenly heard an extremely shrill scream, and their expressions changed drastically.

Douglas Wick, his face pale, said, "That sounds like Master Rosen's voice."

Mark, the chubby man from the insurance company, shook his head repeatedly: "No way, Master Rosen is so powerful, how could something happen to him? That's most likely the screams of those evil spirits before they die."

After they finished speaking, they both looked at the short, chubby man, James Mangold: "James, what do you think?"

James Mangold looked troubled: "I...I don't know, we can wait and see..."

"No need to wait."

The door to the makeshift office was pushed open, and a figure walked in: "That's Master Rosen's voice. He's dead."