Chapitre 919: Non-Existent Art Club

"Let's move on. Stop looking around." Sister Ghost leaned close to the male assistant, much closer than necessary. "Did Brother Gang inform you of the real purpose of this visit? Why is your heart beating so fast, and why are you sweating so much? Are you not feeling well?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." The male assistant pulled back his gaze. Holding his phone, his face was extraordinarily pale, and he softly grumbled, "The footsteps are uneven, but the numbers are correct, thank goodness…"

"You are a strange man." Sister Ghost wanted to ask him something, but seeing his state, she cancelled that thought.

"Little Sister, you and Little Ghost had better be more careful. This Haunted House is very uniquely designed." Big Ghost silently moved to Sister Ghost's side.

"Did you hear something?" Sister Ghost was curious.