Several days later.
Merrie Town.
Huailin Mental Hospital was situated here, once bringing a huge demand for material transportation to this small town.
At its peak, this vast mental hospital that accommodated over six thousand people required a large number of various daily necessities and medical resources, which also heated up the messy and limited resource businesses in the town.
"But that was all more than a decade ago. Now, there's nothing left in this place." Father Tam led the way, explaining the situation to the spiritual expert Phils following behind him.
The two of them carried a variety of props of different sizes, some of which still had a faint smell of blood on them.
"How many people have entered so far?" Phils asked in a low voice.
"Over a hundred people have gone in consecutively in the span of five hours."
"That's not too bad. How about the surroundings? Are all the equipment and instruments properly set up?"
"They're all ready."
