"Master," Lei Wanchun's voice trembled slightly as if he had grasped a lifeline, "please come and save me, I feel there's a ghost in my house."
"Tell me slowly what happened, I'm heading to your place now."
From the phone, one could hear Master Zhang going downstairs, locking the door, and then heading to the parking lot.
Lei Wanchun heaved a sigh of relief, his emotions calming down a lot, and he whispered into the phone:
"Master Zhang, I really didn't expect that thing to be unclean, otherwise I wouldn't have dared to touch it. Please come quickly, only you can subdue it now..."
"Unclean thing, are you referring to..." On the other end of the phone, Master Zhang started the car. Hearing the engine, Lei Wanchun felt like a drowning man who had finally grasped a piece of driftwood, almost moved to tears.
