"15 yuan for fortune-telling... is it now?" Qin Huai instinctively glanced at the time displayed on his phone and found it was 9:37 PM.
This time wasn't too late, not like the horror-movie feel of midnight. But the orphanage rooms were relatively simple, and due to their long-term vacancy, their direction wasn't great, with a faint musty smell that matched the ambiance of a poor movie set trying to shoot a horror film.
Along with the advantageous geographical location of the deserted suburbs and the orphanage's unique attributes...
If this were a horror film plot, Qin Huai and Zhou Hu would definitely be the duo of side characters who were the first to die.
Zhou Hu was a little excited, even his eyes were shining brightly: "Master Qin, are you willing to do it now?"
Qin Huai: ...
In a horror movie plot, Zhou Hu would certainly die before him.
