The Old Priest's laughter made the many ghosts in the pavilion confused. They had only heard of ghosts scaring people. Today they were scared ghosts.
The guy who had his face pressed against the Old Priest's shoulder had an extremely strong makeup aura. His gaze was somewhat hesitant.
If this was a ghost sitting in a pavilion, he wouldn't have so many worries. He probably would have rushed over to tear the Old Priest into pieces.
The key point was that all the people sitting here were the police officers. Holding a job in the Yin system, he must have thought more than those fart ghosts in Hell.
He also liked to think more and hesitate when doing things. He could think of seven or eight ways to solve trivial matters. Otherwise, it would be boring to sit on the cold bench of the underworld?
To the higher-ups of the Underworld, ghost messengers were a kind of consumable product with a very high loss rate.
