"How many water ghosts are there in the supermarket basement?"
"I don't know, never counted." Zhang Ding shook his head slightly, "Vengeful spirits attract more vengeful spirits, so the number of ghosts in the nightmare has been increasing."
Hearing the conversation between Gao Ming and Zhang Ding, Bai Xiao took a deep breath. He had experienced so many abnormal events and had never seen such a terrifying scene before.
Although he had far greater will and courage than most people, facing the prospect of going down there himself, he too would be extremely frightened and uneasy.
In contrast, Gao Ming, the ordinary person, seemed to be just a bit nervous.
"How about I go down first to try it?" Bai Xiao stopped Gao Ming, "Even if you have some kind of trump card, surely no amount of cards could stop so many ghosts. I'll go scout ahead, and you can decide whether you want to risk your life for us."
