"Go ahead! Don't just say three chapters, thirty chapters are fine too!" Seeing that there was hope, Young Master Zhang quickly agreed.
"First, we must investigate thoroughly beforehand and not rush in blindly."
"Second, if things are not going to work, retreat immediately; never be greedy for quick success or advance rashly."
“Third,” she said, looking at Zhang Shaozhong, “you must stay close to us and not act on your own.”
"No problem! I will absolutely obey orders!" Zhang Shaozhong patted his chest and assured him.
Night Enchantress rubbed her hands together excitedly: "It's been so long since I've stretched my muscles! Perfect timing to test my skills against that ignorant brat!"
With the plan set, the three immediately took action.
Zhang Shaozhong was responsible for collecting all the information online about the abandoned hospital and the incident involving "Brother Daredevil," and the more he read, the more uneasy he felt.
That hospital has been abandoned for decades, and all sorts of ghost stories have emerged, such as midnight crying, moving figures, and surgical instruments making noises on their own... They all seem to have a lot of details.
Ling Qingxue closed her eyes and sensed for a moment. When she opened them, her eyes were solemn: "This place... does indeed have lingering gloomy energy. Although it is not strong, it is mixed and impure. I'm afraid it is not a good place."
Ye Meier licked her lips, a bloodthirsty glint in her eyes: "Hmm...it's a bit of an unpleasant taste. But, it'll be perfect for me to have a treat!"
Zhang Shaozhong felt a chill run down his spine and quickly interrupted, "Stop! Big sister! We're going to summon a spirit and save someone, not to have an extra meal!"
He glanced at the darkening sky outside the window, swallowed hard, and asked, "Um...should we go now, or...go tomorrow during the day?"
Night Enchantress looked at him as if he were a fool:
"Nonsense! You have to go at night to summon a ghost! During the day, the yang energy is so strong, ghosts all hide, how can you summon one then!"
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." Okay, never mind.
So, on a dark and windy night, three extraordinary individuals with unique skills, carrying a flashlight, a cell phone, and a pounding heart, embarked on their "revenue-generating" journey to the abandoned hospital in the west of the city.
As Zhang Shaozhong walked, he silently prayed: May the Ancestral Master protect me! May the Jade Emperor protect me! May Jesus Christ protect me!
No matter which deity it is, just let us make money safely and peacefully!
He could almost see the 100,000 yuan in cash beckoning to him...
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