Folding the umbrella and leaning it against the door, Yu Xing smoothed down her black T-shirt and khaki work pants. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the rusty, heavy iron gate.,The process is clichéd, just like a low-quality horror novel, and the talk is full of unfounded urban legends—usually made up by marketing accounts for traffic, with extremely low credibility.,"Of course, it's not that simple." Hao's assistant smiled, his face wrinkling slightly. He took out a camera from his backpack and handed it to the six applicants. "Take this first."。