A passerby in a horror movie

Although the death of a person might affect the mission evaluation, he couldn't forcibly stop Xiaoming and his group of five from leaving right now.

He couldn't reveal the existence of the movie world to these people, as the space didn't allow it; at most, he could only mention some plot details.

Since we can't stop them, we can only teach them a lesson before we step in to resolve the issue.

Once someone dies, they'll probably think of Li Haotian first, and then they won't have to worry about these people not obeying.

"Tch, what are you pretending for? Ignore him, he's just a liar. I've exposed him, he has nothing to say."

"Xiaoming, throw away the business card, don't fall for it."

Rubbish, however, looked disdainful and completely disregarded Li Haotian's warning, turning to Xiaoming and speaking.

"Let's keep it. I don't think he's lying. Let's not play the spirit communication game."

Xiao Ming shook his head, looked at the business card, and then put it away.

Unlike Rubbish and the others, Xiaoming was born with the ability to see ghosts, and he could see them since he was a child.

However, Xiaoming's family did not believe him at all, and thought he was sick or had a mental problem.

Over time, Xiaoming stopped talking about his own affairs with others.

Because of this, Xiaoming still had a great deal of awe for ghosts and gods. When he heard Li Haotian's serious reminder, Xiaoming felt that the other party did not seem to be lying to them.

If there really is a vengeful ghost, then people could really die.

So he accepted the other person's business card.

"Hey, Xiaoming, are you serious? Do you really need to believe this? If you don't want to play, fine, I'll play with Biggie and the others."

Seeing that Xiaoming was going back on his word, Rubbish looked at him with disdain.

"Alright, alright, let's not waste time. The sun is almost setting. Let's go eat first."

Anne urged from the side.

The group left quickly, ignoring Li Haotian who was sitting in the waiting area.

"Sigh, you can't reason with a damned devil. See you tomorrow."

Watching their retreating figures, Li Haotian shook his head and sighed.

He couldn't do anything about it, even if she wouldn't listen to his advice. He couldn't just go with her, and even if he did, he couldn't stop Chu Renmei from killing people.

Looking at the time, it was already past five o'clock. There was still one bus left on the bus stop timetable. Li Haotian waited for more than twenty minutes before finally getting on the bus.

After arriving in the city, Li Haotian got off the bus and hailed a taxi.

In the 1990s, Hong Kong Island was quite prosperous, with modern facilities.

"Young man, you're from the mainland? Where's your hometown? What are you doing here?"

Shortly after getting in the car and exchanging a few words, the driver knew that Li Haotian was not a local.

However, this did not affect his conversation. He chatted casually with Li Haotian in his Cantonese-accented Mandarin.

"I'm from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I came here to do folk culture research. I'm a journalist."

Li Haotian responded.

"Oh, from Jiangsu and Zhejiang? My dad and his family used to come from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. We're from the same hometown, right? How's it developing there?"

Upon hearing the familiar place name, the driver immediately started talking, his voice becoming much louder.

"It's alright. It's certainly not as good as Hong Kong Island, but I believe it will catch up."

"Master, are there any famous temples or Taoist monasteries on Hong Kong Island? I'd like to go and do some research in the next few days."

Li Haotian asked casually.

"There are quite a few temples here, such as Tin Hau Temple, Wong Tai Sin Temple, Che Kung Temple... These are all considered very efficacious. The closest one to here is Wong Tai Sin Temple, just a few streets away."

The driver said slowly.

Is this place close to Wong Tai Sin Temple?

Upon hearing the driver's words, Li Haotian's eyes lit up.

He wasn't confident in dealing with the vengeful ghost, but he had the divine ability granted by the spatial reward, allowing him to communicate with deities.

If ghosts exist in this world, then the probability of gods and immortals existing will greatly increase. As long as one can communicate with gods and immortals and ask for magical artifacts or talismans, one will have the confidence to do so.

Li Haotian was no stranger to Wong Tai Sin. There was a Taoist temple in his hometown that worshipped Wong Tai Sin, and the abbot was his grandmother's cousin, whom he called Second Master Fang.

During holidays and festivals, Li Haotian's family would visit the Taoist temple to see relatives and offer incense.

When chatting with Second Uncle, the topic of the deities in the Taoist temple inevitably comes up.

Over time, Li Haotian also came to know about Wong Tai Sin.

Huang Daxian, whose real name was Huang Chuping, was a Taoist priest during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. He attained enlightenment through cultivation and was said to "respond to all requests," thus earning him the deep veneration of believers.

According to records, Wong Tai Sin was skilled in alchemy and medicine. He dedicated his life to "curing the sick and saving lives, helping the poor and weak," and he always "responded to the requests" of the poor and sick, which reflected his spirit of "universal relief and encouragement of goodness." "Universal relief and encouragement of goodness" later became the tenet of Wong Tai Sin's faith.

Wong Tai Sin is also revered as the god of good fortune and wealth. The incense at Wong Tai Sin Temple burns ever brighter, and its believers are all over the world.

Li Haotian had burned incense for Wong Tai Sin quite often before.

"Yes, Wong Tai Sin is very effective. You can ask him for help if you have any problems."

The driver nodded and said.

After chatting for a while, Li Haotian had a basic understanding of several famous temples and monasteries on Hong Kong Island and had made a plan in mind.

"Tomorrow we'll go to Wong Tai Sin Temple first. If we can get a response, it would be best to borrow some religious artifacts or something. If not, we'll look for other places."

Li Haotian thought to himself.

Soon, the taxi stopped in front of the hotel. Li Haotian paid the fare and checked into the room.

……

Meanwhile, after finishing their meal, Xiaoming and his group also found a guesthouse in Huangshan Village to stay in.

"Hey, Xiaoming, what's wrong with you? You've been so distracted the whole way. Did you really get scared by that charlatan?"

Seeing that Xiaoming was distracted, Rubbish frowned and asked.

"I was thinking about what he said. That folklore reporter named Li Haotian said there was a female ghost in Huangshan Village. I asked about it when I was eating, and it turns out that 66 people died in Huangshan Village overnight decades ago. It's too strange."

"I'm a little uneasy. Rubbish, you guys should stop playing the psychic games and go to sleep early so you can go back tomorrow."

Xiao Ming shook his head. He had seen ghosts before, so he naturally kept his distance from them.

It's better to believe something is true than to believe it isn't.

If there really is a ghost, then we'll be in big trouble.

But Rubbish wouldn't listen to reason, and Big B was egging them on. The two girls, who didn't believe in ghosts or gods, naturally didn't take Xiaoming's words to heart.

"Xiaoming, if you're scared, the rest of us can play. Honestly, you're usually not this timid. You seem like a completely different person today."

Xiao Ming's girlfriend, Annie, noticed that Xiao Ming seemed uneasy and said something.

"Never mind him, I'll go get things ready, you guys sit down."

Rubbish couldn't wait to play, so he pulled a few people to sit around the table while he took a glass bowl and filled it with water from the bathroom tap.

The men took turns slashing their fingers with daggers, dripping the blood into a bowl, and then drinking it one by one.

Xiao Ming tried to persuade them a few times, but couldn't force them to stop. He could only sit aside and watch them with a sense of unease.

Rubbish took out a candlestick, poured some corpse oil into it, lit it, and then the four of them held hands and closed their eyes.

"Cough cough cough."

Before long, a foul odor emanated from the air, and Biggie couldn't help but cough.

"What kind of oil is this? It smells terrible!"

"Corpse oil, the oil that drips from a corpse before it decomposes, is very hard to find."

Rubbish explained.

Upon hearing that it was corpse oil, everyone else looked disgusted. Big B tried to let go, but Rubbish held on tightly, saying mysteriously:

"Hey, we've already communicated with spirits. If we let go now, our souls will shift, and we'll go crazy, you know that?!"

After Rubbish said that, the others had no choice but to continue holding hands and close their eyes.

After only a few breaths, the four people's bodies began to tremble, whether they were faking it or were truly spiritually connected, it was hard to tell.