The spoon clanged against the glass, drawing everyone's attention. Rand was a fifty-five-year-old Frenchman with brown hair, a muscular build, and not bald, so he looked younger than his age.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are very welcome to come to the house today, and I think you are as excited as I am, today, we will go to Mt. Winter and stay there for a few days, during which we will witness the existence of ghosts together!

With all the best and most advanced equipment, and the best paranormal experts in the world, we can prove to the world that the supernatural is real!"

Rand spoke impassionedly and inclammatically, he was a natural explorer, a dreamer, as if he had the kind of personality charm in his blood that could attract others to approach, except for a few "experts", the guests present were basically the kind of rich characters, money was no longer a problem for them, what they pursued was the unknown excitement in this world, they were already gearing up and eager to try after listening to Rand's words.

"So these foreigners are just full of food and have nothing to do, and they are looking for ...... death," Renxin muttered to himself over there, smoking his own inferior cigarettes.

Lu Ping's thoughts were similar to him, but after all, he was older and didn't complain, and Yu An still had a female smile on his face, which made people guess his thoughts.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, more than 20 people got on a rented bus and headed for Dongming Mountain.

Dongming Mountain is located in the south of S city one hundred and twenty kilometers, is a relatively famous tourist attraction, the area is not large, the road up the mountain is well repaired, there is a hotel on the top of the mountain, a water park has been built at the foot of the mountain, the catering industry is even more prosperous, there are countless large and small restaurants and snack stalls, just like a scene of a resort.

The two-hour drive was a nightmare for Renxin, in his opinion, those rich guys were really sick, taking a bus like a child's spring outing, constantly exclaiming something in various Chinese dialects along the way, and after arriving at Dongming Mountain, they were even more excited, and there was an Indian brother who seemed to be about to cry.

And what makes Renxin feel the most amused is the reaction of those "experts", where the fake Taoist priest pinched his fingers and counted something, chanting words in his mouth, and his eyes turned straight up; The two Yankees brought a lot of equipment, and kept taking it up and down from the luggage rack, checking this and that, as if they were going to war; The Italian mafia-like guy didn't say a word, glaring at him with fierce eyes, as if he could really see ghosts; The most outrageous thing is a self-proclaimed "psychic medium", a person who sits in the last seat of the bus and keeps playing convulsions, if he doesn't know, he thinks he has overdosed on drugs.

The speed of the bus up the hill is much slower than on the road, and although it is all asphalt roads, the slope of the road in Mt. Fusuna is still relatively steep, and large vehicles have to slow down.

Finally, at half past five, the bus stopped at the entrance of the "Winter Inn" on the top of the mountain, because late autumn is the off-season for tourism in the Winter Mountain, and the business of the hotel does not seem to be good, and the parking space is very empty.

Ren Xin rushed off the bus like a fledgling, and staying with this group of abnormal people for so long was really a disaster for him.

Unlike the big hotels at the foot of the mountain, the hotel has the characteristics of a hotel, with wooden stairs and décor, as well as exquisite furniture, plus this is the only place on the hill, which means that it is not cheaper than any five-star hotel.

Of course, for these visitors, the price is not a problem at all, and they are not short of money......

After arranging the room, the group went into the house and packed their luggage, and soon it was seven o'clock.

Rand had mentioned before that he wanted everyone to have dinner together in the restaurant on the first floor, even though Ren Xin was very reluctant, but people also invited you to travel for free with food and accommodation, and this bit of face still had to be given, so he had to go downstairs to gather.

Who knew that as soon as he stepped out of the door, he felt a yin wind blowing in his face, because of the game with Yu An, Renxin couldn't use his spiritual sense to sense anything at the moment, he only knew that there was someone in this hotel, who might have hit a ghost.

Loth had been a psychic medium for many years, but he had never had a ghost on his body, too

Never communicated with any supernatural gods, he just went into the business of middle-aged women, saying things they liked to hear, such as their ex-husband would die in a car accident in a few years, or meet a good man in the future, and he was a foreign fortune teller at best.

In fact, the foreigner's technique in doing this business is very clumsy, at most he uses some basic common sense in psychology, such as the opening sentence is often "There have been some troubles bothering you recently." The whole nonsense, is there anyone in this world who is not troubled?

In contrast, our Chinese fortune tellers are much more powerful, like what I Ching gossip, yin and yang feng shui, even if you haven't read it completely, at least you have to memorize ten paragraphs and eight paragraphs, no matter whether others can understand it or not, let's talk about it first. There is also a deep analysis of human nature, and the ability to observe words and colors, which are not comparable to those foreigners.

Foreigners' psychic mediums generally talk about the price before accepting the consultation, which is actually very stupid, which is equivalent to setting a threshold for themselves, but the Chinese fortune teller does not refuse to come, and finally makes others willing to hand over the money, and after the fortune is counted, he has to thank him a thousand times, either the grace of life, or the grace of marriage, in fact, he is just saying a bunch of ambiguous nonsense.

The difference in the level of this flickering is simply the difference between professional and amateur, but foreigners are often relatively simple, and even a person like Loes, who has studied psychology on his own for several years, can mix a bite of food is a good proof.

Brother Los with his good reputation in the industry, today is also fortunate to be invited by Rand, he performed very well along the way, sitting in the back of the bus convulsions, and a few fellow practitioners looked at him and nodded, as if he saw a lot of doorways, Los thought it was very funny, he didn't know what he was doing, others actually knew......

When he arrived at the hotel room, he set the alarm clock to half past six, and then lay down on the bed and took a nap.

Time passed quickly, and Loes woke up to find that it was already dark outside, and when he looked at his watch again, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, and the alarm clock did not go off, which made him very depressed, knowing that it was very rude for Mr. Rand to miss dinner.