At that moment, Adam looked at the head chef with a touch more speechlessness in his eyes.
Should he say this guy was trapped in habitual thinking, or lament that men remained boys until the day they died?
"In the world of ghosts, there are no divine techniques or secret manuals, nor is there any extraordinary talent."
If he had to name someone, Yang Jian counted as extraordinarily talented.
For everyone else, ghosts were harder to deal with than Ghost Controllers. Although Ghost Controllers had intelligence and could play tricks, ghosts could not die and could fail countless times, allowing them to unleash a threat far beyond that of Ghost Controllers.
Yet Yang Jian performed far more impressively against ghosts than he did against people. His personality and way of thinking seemed naturally suited to confronting ghosts and grasping supernatural rules.
And that seemed to be why Old Qin had chosen him to become the savior.
Adam casually spun the cup in his hand.
"To fight the power of ghosts, you can only rely on the power of ghosts."
As for methods like magic or cultivation, they worked in his hands. Ordinary people in this world, however, would only be warped and assimilated by distorted rules if they used them against ghosts.
"Rely on... the power of ghosts?"
The head chef was startled. Being a chef at a five-star hotel required culinary skill, but becoming the head chef naturally meant he was no fool.
For a moment, the head chef felt as though he were facing a devil, about to sign a contract selling his soul.
"Then when you said earlier that you saw potential in me..."
"Didn't I already say afterward that what I valued was your cooking skill and mental resilience? I like good food, so I wanted