A group of people followed Huang Xiaolong down from the second floor and gathered around the couch in the living room.
Now, there was an overwhelming feeling of individual threat.
Huang Xiaolong's method of burning "Ghost Tracking Charms" had convinced both the security guards and the supernatural enthusiasts. The question before them was — among the many present, someone must have been possessed by a ghost.
Huang Xiaolong also sat down, wearing a playful smile on his face. "Mr. Ghost, since you want to play the guessing game with me, I'm happy to oblige."
At this point, many of those in the room began to suspect each other.
"Sister, you have a 'Thunder Charm' on your body, which prevents fierce spirits. I'm sure the person possessed is not you," Lin Zicong whispered sitting next to Lin Jing.
"Heh, Zicong, you are very clever." Lin Jing smiled, then looked at Huang Xiaolong curiously. "I believe that Little Long must already know the answer. He is just teasing that ghost."
