The ghost hunters gradually entered the abandoned hospital.
Yan Qing and Cui Wenyan walked together.
Outside the hospital entrance, Cui Wenyan didn't feel anything unusual.
But once they stepped inside, a cold eerie aura rushed towards them.
Cui Wenyan rubbed his arms. It's obviously summer, but once inside, he felt cold. Yan Qing was also wearing short sleeves, and he was rubbing his arms too, muttering, "This resentment is so strong, isn't it? So cold."
Under Yan Qing's surprised gaze, Cui Wenyan opened his backpack and took out a sports jacket to put on.
"What? You were prepared too?" Yan Qing's eyes widened.
"Yeah, better safe than sorry. I also brought a thermos with hot water, do you want some? It's a big bottle, enough for two." Cui Wenyan asked.
"What did your master teach you?" Yan Qing asked with a complex expression.
