If it weren't for the sake of leaving evidence, Bai Jia would have long since asked the crew or his manager to help him change hotel rooms.
The Master glanced at the spot Bai Jia pointed out. A long time had passed since the incident. Logically, the damp bedsheets should have dried out completely by now, but when the Master touched them, his fingertips could still feel traces of moisture. Leaning in to take a sniff, the residual foul stench made the Master frown in disgust. This was not just the stench of a rotting corpse or the putrid smell of riverbed mud, but also an indescribable foulness. What was the background of the fierce ghost haunting Bai Jia? Had it not bathed in three hundred years? The Master expressed deep disgust.
Bai Jia asked him nervously, "Master, Master... is that ghost still here?" His expression was filled with worry and fear. If he weren't worried about inciting the Master's aversion, he would have wanted to lean in and press himself against the man.
