Yang Jian set out once again.
He left with Zhou Ze. Only the two deceased, Yang Xiao and Zhang Xianguang, accompanied them; everyone else remained at the post office.
"Yang Jian, remember this: no one here is worthy of your trust. They may have agreed to the earlier proposal, but agreement was all it was. They all have their own thoughts and plans. You must remain vigilant against them at all times. If possible, erase them. Do not hesitate."
As the group traveled farther along the winding path, Yang Xiao suddenly said this after they had left the Ghost Post Office within the oil painting behind.
"That's right. No one knows what these dead people are thinking or what schemes they might be plotting. You must be wary of them. Many of them do not even fear death. If chaos breaks out, there will be no limits to what they do."
Zhang Xianguang, walking beside them, nodded as well, agreeing with Yang Xiao.
Their earlier discussion had seemed to go smoothly, but in truth, it had merely been a choice made because there was no other choice.
But for those deceased souls, making a choice did not mean it was necessarily the right one.
People who no longer even had lives could not be controlled. They had to be watched and guarded against at all times. Some unruly ones might even need to be erased through forceful means.
"Is that why you sent them away?" Yang Jian asked.
Yang Xiao calmly replied, "When they encounter a real ghost, or when the opportunity is right, some of them may be unable to restrain themselves and directly kill you. Do not test their humanity or loyalty. These people are not truly human anymore, so do not give them an opportunity. Not even