"Ghosts were once living, breathing people too. They simply took the wrong path."
"We Ghost Exorcists must be patient, reforming and educating them so they let go of their attachments to the mortal world and willingly allow their souls to scatter."
"So, what techniques do we need to reach that level? On this subject, I've personally summarized sixteen points, each divided into seven subpoints. Next, I'll share them with everyone in detail..."
In the convoy, Jiang Chen was still talking nonstop.
Most people were suffering terribly, but someone actually clapped hard at the highlights, even cheering through tears.
Clap, clap, clap.
Are you mentally ill? How can this bullshit speech get you so worked up?
A group of Netherworld Messengers couldn't help looking over.
Then they saw several psychiatric patients in patient gowns sitting in one vehicle. One had white paper pasted over his face with facial features drawn on it, and the patient number on his chest was No. 02. He was wiping away tears with one hand and taking notes with the other.
Every time Jiang Chen asked a question, he raised his hand high.
The other patients beside him seemed unable to stand him. They covered their faces, seemingly unwilling to be mistaken for his companions.
Holy shit!
They really are psychiatric patients...?
Everyone felt a collective pain in the balls.
This whole scene is way too fucking bizarre. The commander of this operation looks like he's possessed by a Lecture Ghost or Bureaucrat Ghost, rattling on endlessly, with a whole vehicle full of mentally ill ghosts as his subordinates.
"Team leader, can... can we count on him?"
Someone in the Xunhe City contingent couldn't help asking quietly.
"Yeah, I don't think I've ever heard of this guy."
"A commander parachuted in from above? Even our Netherworld