Whether the boss listened or believed him was up to him.
It had nothing to do with Jiang Qiao.
He had merely heard a story, found the gossip interesting, and casually offered a reminder.
This was the River of History.
Good or not.
Evil or not.
None of it mattered.
The living people of Bin City had all died ten years ago.
So aside from the secrets behind history.
Nothing else they did.
Contained any element of good or evil.
Nor did it need much interpretation.
There was no deeper meaning.
They simply wanted to do something, so they did it.
Just like sitting on the sofa: if you wanted to cross your legs, you crossed them; if you wanted to sprawl like Ge You, you sprawled.
What meaning was there?
You couldn't even explain it yourself.
If you insisted on an answer.
Then perhaps it was simply more comfortable that way?
After leaving the noodle shop.
Jiang Qiao continued wandering through the streets.
Globally speaking, Supernatural Events had not increased by much, and there was no difference from the previous few days. As for Bin City, the number of hauntings had actually decreased because of yesterday's battle.
They were almost nowhere to be seen.
Instead, quite a few worried old people had been frightened into serious trouble.
Look at this.
Most of the ambulances on the streets.
Were there to pick them up or take them home.
When people got old.
Nothing frightened them more than ghosts.
Wasn't there once a place where grandmothers disturbed the neighborhood with their square dancing, dancing late into the night, so persistently that even the hat uncles couldn't do anything about it?
So.
Some young people had fought magic with magic.
They set up loudspeakers.
And played funeral music!
The grandmothers were furious