"Damn it, Brother Lin, can you not scare people like that? Look, there's a separate room in the backyard, the window is covered by a curtain, and the curtains are drawn in broad daylight. All these things, don't you find them eerie? Now with what you just mentioned, I feel the yin energy is a bit heavy here." Zhou Botong shrank his neck and said softly, "Do you think Mr. Qi might be dead and this is a morgue?"
Lin Tian turned his head, staring at him unblinkingly, and intentionally trembled his voice, "It's very likely, otherwise why is there no one in the backyard? Maybe the body is even contagious!"
"That's creepy. How about we leave and come back after we've figured things out?" Zhou Botong whispered.
"Figure out what? The hospital couldn't find what was wrong; we're already here, let's go inside. Are you scared now?" Lin Tian said nonchalantly, taunting.