On a sprawling gravel beach with a broad field of vision, Zhang Yang and Broken-Legged Robin lay in ambush.
The latter was quite professional, droning on and informing him of all sorts of details.
After probing around indirectly, Zhang Yang finally learned that Ghost Hunters held an extremely high status in this world—even higher than nobles. That was because Ghost Hunters were usually priests, Divine Officials, or holy knights of various gods, and had already possessed considerable power and influence in the secular world.
As for why these people had come to become Ghost Hunters, the reason was simple enough. Ever since fifty years ago, the gods of this world had gradually stopped being effective. Believers could no longer communicate with them, or rather, even if they could, the gods could no longer send down divine power. The appearance of soul ghosts corresponded with that change.
Soul ghosts had brought enormous panic to ordinary people and secular kingdoms.
Under such circumstances, if divine spokesmen like Broken-Legged Robin still failed to produce an effective strategy, they would first drive away their believers, and second, make it easy for people to see through the gods' false and hollow nature.
There was no choice. Ghost Hunters had thus emerged in response to the times.
During this process, some priests and Divine Officials of certain gods had lost heart, while others had been killed by soul ghosts. Those left standing were the most steadfast in faith, the cleverest, and the most experienced at dealing with soul ghosts.
That was also why Zhang Yang had sensed a strong aristocratic air and steadfast faith from Broken-Legged Robin from the very beginning. He was exactly that sort of person. To deal with soul ghosts, he had tried every trick in the book—even broadly believing in seventy or