After a while of commotion, filming is finally about to begin.

Cao Kun's job is simple; most of the time he just keeps a straight face and acts as a background character.

Sometimes, it is necessary to perform several actions in combination.

There was simply no opportunity to showcase acting skills.

The main actors clearly had read the script and rehearsed beforehand, so the day's work went very smoothly.

Although Angelina and Winona didn't get along, they cleverly didn't show it at work.

The portly director, James Mangold, frequently wore a smile.

After lunch, while everyone was resting, Cao Kun went to another part of the hospital by himself.

Upon entering this desolate and deserted place, Cao Kun immediately felt an even stronger yin energy, and even the temperature was several degrees lower than at the filming location.

The smell of disinfectant, rotten smell, moldy smell, and other odors also hit you.

Cao Kun, relying on his sensitivity to evil energy, headed towards the place with the densest yin energy.

Step...step...step...

Only Cao Kun's footsteps echoed in the corridor.

There was no response from either of the wards.

The walls were covered with all sorts of filth.

Besides the marks drawn with pens and sprayed with paint, there were also some dark yellow and brown clumps.

Cao Kun took a closer look and discovered that the brownish substance was the product of dried blood.

After examining the dark yellow substance for a while, Cao Kun discovered that it was his mother's excrement.

"Grass!"

Cao Kun couldn't help but curse and quickly backed away.

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

Suddenly, the sound of dripping water came from the abandoned toilet at the end of the corridor.

Cao Kun was more than ten meters away from the bathroom, and the dripping sound was extremely faint. In addition, he was in a state of emotional turmoil, so he should not have been able to hear it. However, he heard the sound very clearly.

Cao Kun turned his head towards the bathroom, a look of anticipation on his face.

The next moment, he stepped over.

When Cao Kun arrived at the bathroom door, he found that the door was closed and locked with two locks.

The two locks were large and heavy, covered with a layer of dust and mottled rust.

Even in a tightly closed bathroom, the faint dripping sound could be heard very clearly, which was obviously wrong.

In particular, why would a bathroom need to be locked with two large locks? There must be something inside.

If this were a horror movie, there would definitely be a reckless character who opens the door, goes inside to explore, and then dies a horrible death inside.

As for Cao Kun...

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, asking, "Is anyone inside?"

No one responded from inside.

"Oh, right, this is in the US."

He then switched to English: "Is anyone inside?"

There was still no movement.

Cao Kun: "If no one's here, I'm leaving."

There was still no movement.

"I'm really leaving now."

Cao Kun lifted his leg to leave.

At that moment, a voice finally came from inside: "Help...help me..."

It was an extremely weak female voice, sounding very young, like a teenager.

Cao Kun smiled and turned around: "There really is someone here. Who are you, and why are you locked up here?"

The weak female voice said, "My name is Alice. I was captured and imprisoned here. Please help me. I'm about to die."

Cao Kun: "You're kidding me. Oh, sorry, you are the ghost yourself."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the sounds in the bathroom disappeared.

The place fell silent instantly.

Are you kidding me?

After a long while, sounds finally came from inside again.

However, it was no longer the voice of a weak little girl, but that of an old woman filled with resentment.

With that sound, blood began to flow from the cracks in the bathroom.

Dark red blood flowed rapidly from under the bathroom door, faster and more frequently.

The blood seemed to possess a spirit, surging towards Cao Kun as if trying to surround him.

"snort!"

Cao Kun snorted coldly, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward, stomping into the blood.

Something amazing happened.

As soon as Cao Kun stepped into the blood, the blood immediately began to disappear rapidly, as if it had been absorbed by Cao Kun.

The things in the bathroom seemed to have noticed this as well.

A roar came from inside, and more blood gushed out.

Unfortunately, Cao Kun absorbed it even faster.

Soon, all the gushing blood was swept away, as if it had never existed.

"A little devil trying to cover his eyes, nothing more."

Cao Kun looked at the bathroom door and said, "What other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

In fact, that blood wasn't real blood, but rather an illusion created by the spirits using their power.

This is also commonly known as being blinded by a ghost.

There are two types of ghostly blindness: one is that it directly prevents you from seeing anything.

Another type is that it can produce some simple hallucinations.

"Who are you?"

No new attack occurred; the voices inside were filled with doubt, wariness, and a hint of fear.

Cao Kun: "You wouldn't know who I am even if I told you. But I know you, a ghost who can't even get out of the Land of Death, utterly weak."

"If you came here to humiliate me, you have succeeded." The voice inside seemed to recall something: "Just like in my life, countless people have always humiliated me."

Cao Kun: "I can release you, but you have to agree to one condition."

"What are the conditions?" the voice inside immediately asked.

Cao Kun: "Don't worry, you'll find out in time."

After lingering there for a few minutes, Cao Kun went up the stairs to the next floor.

Upon arriving here, a gust of wind suddenly blew in from somewhere, making Cao Kun feel a chill.

This made Los Angeles, which is usually spring-like all year round, feel as if it had suddenly entered winter.

Due to power outages and very few places with natural light, the corridors are extremely dark.

As Cao Kun walked, he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck, as if something had caught him.

The force was increasing, trying to pull him off the ground.

"snort!"

Cao Kun stomped his foot, bent his knees slightly, and was instantly pinned to the ground as if he were nailed there. He reached up to his neck, and the force vanished instantly.

Cao Kun took two steps back, looked up, and found that a figure in a hospital gown had appeared in the middle of the corridor at some point.

The figure had long hair covering its face, a rope loop around its neck, and its feet were high off the ground, suspending itself from the ceiling of the corridor.

A bright red tongue hung down, almost reaching the chest.

Two eyes filled with hatred peered through the gaps in his hair, their gaze fixed intently on Cao Kun.

"The hanged ghost." Cao Kun recognized the figure's origin.

Suddenly, the tongue grew incredibly long, like a whip, and coiled towards Cao Kun.

Just as Cao Kun was about to reach out to grab it, he suddenly felt a tightness around his neck.