Old Master Fu glared at Assistant Yin, his beard bristling.
"No, I haven't seen any real progress in their relationship yet. You need to think of a way to make something happen between them."
"Oh, I see." Assistant Yin lowered his head helplessly. Old Master Fu had given him so much trouble that he was now exhausted and just wanted to go home and sleep.
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Meanwhile, Fu Jue persuaded Gu Qingqing to leave the haunted house and go ride the Ferris wheel instead.
"Master Fu, can we play a little longer? Just a little while, just a short while." She hadn't had enough fun yet and was reluctant to leave the haunted house.
"Okay! Play for another ten minutes, you can't back out now." Fu Jue couldn't do anything with her, he couldn't stand the pitiful look she was giving him.
"Thank you, Mr. Fu."
"You naughty child, you're not allowed to touch anything that comes your way later."
"Okay, I promise I won't lay a hand on you."
And so, the two embarked on their "ghost-hunting" journey once again.
Gu Qingqing was led away by Fu Jue, leaving the zombie nest and arriving at the "Eighteen Levels of Hell".
There are mountains of knives, cauldrons of boiling oil, and "ghosts" floating around (assisted by skateboards).
The props were quite realistic, especially the ghostly screams, which were unpleasant to the ears.
"It looks alright. Let's walk slowly and not make any noise." Gu Qingqing spoke softly, afraid of waking the "ghosts" who were being subjected to the eighteen tortures.
Fu Jue nodded and carefully led her along the wall.
Just as Gu Qingqing was about to finish walking through the "eighteen levels of hell," she stepped on something on the ground, making a loud, ear-piercing sound that startled the dozen or so "ghosts" on the scene awake.
She stared at the "ghost" struggling to get up, howling at her with a ferocious expression. She was so frightened that her body stiffened like a stone.
"Qingqing, don't be afraid." Fu Jue looked at her and took her hand.
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