Ghostly

The abnormal situation in the ruins of the castle immediately caught the attention of the group of "ghost-catching experts" in the surrounding camp. When the howling wind echoed from the rugged boulders, the entire camp suddenly became lively. A group of strange professionals, some carrying oddly shaped mineral radios, some carrying old-fashioned cameras that should have been retired fifty years ago, some carrying two curved copper rods, and others dressed like mass-produced versions of interstellar warriors from a movie set, all rushed towards the continuously strange-sounding castle ruins, regardless of their actual combat capabilities. If there really were a group of undead suppressed under the castle from several hundred years ago, they would definitely be startled by such a group of eccentrically dressed lunatics charging towards them... 

Lin Feng naturally wanted to rush out at the first opportunity. Seeing the "ghost masters" charging towards the castle, his first thought was, "Damn, this job is going to be tough." He was immediately filled with anxiety, fearing that his new tenants would be accidentally killed by a bunch of ghost-catching misfits before they even met him, or that the misfit ghost-catching team would be accidentally killed by his new tenants. The situation would then be truly troublesome. Hanging himself on the city tower for two weeks, as promised by Crow 12345, would probably be a luxury. But just as he was about to rush out, Vivian grabbed his neck and said, "Don't rush, look at Nangong and that Indian monk."

Lin Feng looked and saw that the two people who should have been most interested in the castle (at least Nangong's interest in the castle was indeed huge) were standing still instead. Nangong watched coldly as a group of paranormal enthusiasts ran towards the high ground, then shrugged at the thin Indian old monk standing next to him and made a grimace, saying something, seemingly teasing the amateur enthusiasts. The Indian monk, on the other hand, remained expressionless from start to finish, whether due to his high status or his difficult demeanor. He only glanced at Nangong, casually replied a few words, and continued to mess with his pile of spices.

These two were actually unmoved by the supernatural phenomena occurring at the castle ruins. Lin Feng was a bit puzzled for a moment: "What's wrong with them?"

"The spirits under the castle are very quiet," Vivian frowned. "The current situation is unclear, but it is definitely not caused by real ghosts. These two should have a way to distinguish real spirits. Leaving aside the thin old man, Nangong has real skills, at least he has real equipment—his monocle craftsmanship seems familiar, as if it's not ordinary."

By now, the strange light in the castle ruins had gradually dissipated, but the source of the mysterious wind continued to echo throughout the high ground. Faint horn and hoof sounds could be heard in the wind, just as Angus described. The group of people closest to the castle ruins had stopped at the pile of boulders, using various strange devices to scan the castle ruins, while those without devices simply meditated in place, muttering to themselves with white eyes. No one had dared to rush into the boulder pile yet. It seemed that even the enthusiastic fans of supernatural phenomena valued their lives very much, especially since they firmly believed that there were really ghosts here. They were even less willing to charge in recklessly.

Meanwhile, Nangong and the Indian monk warmed up for more than ten minutes behind the crowd, before finally starting to walk slowly towards the ruins. Vivian patted Lin Feng on the shoulder and said, "Let's go, let's go over too."

"Have the evil spirits under the castle really come out this time?"

"Not yet, but there is definitely a commotion." The red light in Vivian's eyes gradually faded, and she tapped Muyun's head again. "Stupid dog, tuck in your ears and tail! Do you want to be discovered?"

Muyun suddenly remembered that she was still in werewolf form, hurriedly tucking away her pile of human accessories, and asked, "What should we do if we encounter Nangong?"

"Try to avoid him, let's go around." Lin Feng pointed to a gap in the city wall on the other side of the high ground. "Stay away from the crowd and try to find the target without being noticed. If we do meet people, we'll just say we're here to find ghosts, and if we meet Nangong, say the same thing. We're not familiar with him anyway, so we don't need to explain too much."

Lin Feng said this, but he knew that if he were discovered by Nangong or the Indian old monk, it would definitely be troublesome. These two seemed to really have the ability to detect spirits now. Since Lin Feng was now convinced that his new tenants were one of the ghosts here, if he encountered Nangong or the Indian old monk after receiving "people," he would not be able to easily escape. So the best way was to simply avoid everyone.

Fortunately, all the "ghost-catching experts," including Nangong and the Indian monk, were concentrated on one side of the high ground. Lin Feng and his group successfully approached the ruins of the castle from the other side of the city wall gap. The ruin was large enough that even if those ghost-catching teams were bold enough to rush in, Lin Feng was confident that he would not be met head-on by anyone in the short term—as long as he was cautious and his two monster companions didn't slip up.

"Hey, this place has collapsed quite badly." Lin Feng carefully made his way through the gap in the side wall of the castle ruins. In front of him was a space littered with rubble. This should have been the long hall inside the castle, but now the roof and the floor above had completely collapsed, leaving the original wooden structure completely rotten. The former hall had become an open square, with only the remaining stone walls around it giving people a rough idea of its former use.

Vivian looked around somewhat sadly. "Time can destroy everything. My greatest wish back then was to live in a castle like this—one where people always said vampires lived. But I couldn't even afford a brick in the castle back then."

Lin Feng comfortingly patted Vivian's shoulder. "Don't think about past sad things—you still can't afford it now."

"...Can you fucking comfort people?" Vivian said.

Standing in the ruins of the castle, the howling wind echoing everywhere could be heard more clearly, but because of the many boulders and the many walls that had not completely collapsed, acting as sound reflecting walls, it was difficult to determine where the wind was coming from. Muyun listened with her ears erect for a long time before roughly determining the direction. "It seems to be coming from over there, but I can't hear very clearly with my human ears now."

Lin Feng followed Muyun's finger and saw that it was one of the very few parts of the castle that had not collapsed. It was located at one corner of the rectangular site and looked like a separate stone house, perhaps because it was independent of the main building, it had not been affected by the overall collapse of the castle.

"It should be a chapel," Vivian analyzed professionally. "I've seen this kind of castle layout before, and that stone house is a chapel. Ghostly sounds coming from the chapel? This haunted

 scene is quite dramatic."

Lin Feng heard that there seemed to be something more to Vivian's words and asked curiously, "Did you find something?"

"No rush for this, have you sensed the person we're looking for yet?"

"Not yet." Lin Feng was also puzzled by this question. He took out his data terminal again. "Hey, what about the sensing we talked about?"

"I don't know." The data terminal had a big temper. "It's your problem! The boss 12345 said that as long as the new tenant is within a certain distance of you, you should be able to sense him. If you haven't sensed it yet, it means you haven't stood in the right place. Look around for it yourself, anyway, according to the data... um, the coordinates are about the same in this area."

Lin Feng wanted to throw this piece of shit of a data terminal on the ground and smash it with two stones, but he was afraid that there would be no place to repair it if it broke, so he could only give this high-tech treasure a fierce look and then carefully put it back in his pocket.

Meanwhile, the group of supernatural enthusiasts gathered on the other side of the castle also began to "show off their skills." A bearded man carrying a mineral radio on his back with a large number of antennas and batteries, wearing headphones, was adjusting the modified "spirit sound collector" and suddenly shouted excitedly, "I sense it! I sense it! The soul has entered my brain through the antenna, and I feel it wandering in my nerves!"

Next to him, an old gentleman carrying an old black-and-white camera and dressed in an exceptionally refined manner, glanced at him dissatisfiedly. "Please keep quiet. I am capturing the image of the evil spirit—also, I want to remind you that your headphones are leaking electricity. I just saw sparks."

"Soul! I see many souls drifting above the castle!" A middle-aged woman in a purple robe sat on a rock, rolling her eyes and muttering, while another older witch next to her was even more professional: not only muttering, but even starting to foam at the mouth...

Nangong stood in the middle of the group of dancing demons, shaking his head in amusement. He and the Indian monk beside him simultaneously shifted their gaze downwards—

Their gaze seemed to penetrate the thick ground, directly reaching underground.