The people in front of the monitor had complicated expressions.
All the participants this time were newcomers without any experience dealing with ghostly mental patients.
Some ghost hunters were painstakingly persuading, some were chanting scriptures for salvation, and others were bargaining to lower the difficulty of the wishes and trying to fulfill them as much as possible.
But Cui Wenyan’s style was completely different.
Could it be related to the different educational approach of his master?
Everyone turned to look at Tianmiao, who was calmly sipping tea, and remembered what Cui Wenyan had said about enjoying life to the fullest within permissible conditions. Everyone fell silent.
The Great Elder smiled and said, "Miss Tianmiao, your disciple is indeed extraordinary."
"Reasoning with mental patients... they’ll just drag down your IQ," Tianmiao said with a faint sigh.
The smile froze on the Great Elder’s face, and everyone else had similarly complicated expressions as they looked at the monitor. In the image, some ghost hunters were still trying to reason with the ghosts, telling them that their wishes were impossible to fulfill and to come up with something else.
"I’m sorry to make a laughingstock of myself." The Great Elder suddenly realized that trying to reason with these kinds of ghosts was foolish. Other than the normal people who were wronged into being hospitalized, all the other patients had mental issues and couldn’t be communicated with!
Cui Wenyan continued forward, and after passing through the corridor, he saw Yan Qing reasoning with a ghost.
"I am a vast ocean. You must use a basin to hold me and take me away," the ghost in front of Yan Qing said seriously. "Hurry up and become a basin, or I’ll bite you to death."
"I’m not a basin, and I can’t turn into a basin. You know you’re already dead, so you should know you’re not a vast ocean; you’re now a ghost. You should seek rebirth in bliss," Yan Qing patiently said.
"Yes, I’m dead, but that doesn’t hinder my grand ambition of becoming a vast ocean," the ghost earnestly replied.
"Yan Qing, I suspect these patients basically return to normal after death. But they refuse to accept this fact or are not used to being normal, so they continue to play the fool," Cui Wenyan appeared and remarked.
"Is that so?" Yan Qing was taken aback.
"Mental illness is a problem of the human spirit, an issue with a part of the body. Once separated from the body, they shouldn’t be foolish and should become clear-minded," Cui Wenyan analyzed.
Yan Qing frowned. It seemed like that might actually be the case?
"And reasoning with a fool, he’ll only drag you down to his level and then defeat you with experience," Cui Wenyan said helplessly.
As Cui Wenyan analyzed, the ghost in front of Yan Qing glanced at him from the corner of its eye, feeling guilty, and turned to run away.
Yan Qing was furious, pulled out a wooden stick, and directly knocked the ghost out. Then, he captured the ghost, cursing under his breath, "So this bastard was playing me the whole time. I really thought they were still mentally unstable."
"What’s that weapon?" Cui Wenyan curiously looked at the wooden stick in Yan Qing’s hand. The stick was only as thick as a baby’s arm, pitch black, and no one knew where Yan Qing had been hiding it.
"It’s my personal weapon," Yan Qing said, holding the stick with a complex expression. "Because when I was forging the weapon, I was thinking of a stick, and then this came out. It was an accident. I originally wanted something cooler, like a sword or a boomerang, or at the very least, a hook."
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