After half a day of Han Fei's lecturing, the young security guard's fear didn't dissipate; on the contrary, it intensified.
He could be certain that Han Fei wasn't a ghost, but that didn't mean ghosts were the only source of fear in the world.
Looking at Han Fei, who was calm and composed in his blood-stained clothes, the young security guard surreptitiously turned on his walkie-talkie, but perhaps due to being on the fourth subterranean level, the signal was poor. After turning on the walkie-talkie, no one spoke, and all he could hear was a very discordant rustling sound.
"Ghosts are a special kind of magnetic field; where ghosts are present, the magnetic field becomes chaotic..."
Recalling a certain explanation from ghost stories, the security guard's inner unease rose again.
He rubbed his cramping calves and hurriedly got up from the ground, deciding it was best to leave as quickly as possible.