"Ghost Messenger Big Brother, you must stand up for us! I was just walking down the street when he saw me and suddenly gave me two punches. How am I supposed to make sense of this?"
"I... I also don't know what happened, I just saw his face and was unexplainably angry. I rushed up and gave him a punch."
"..."
After hearing the cause and effect from the two lost souls, the Ghost Messenger roughly understood. The Underworld allowed mortal souls to drink Meng Po's soup early to manage the mortal world easier. These two might have been enemies in their past lives, and even if they have forgotten their past, they would still instinctively fight each other.
They could only be relocated to live somewhat farther from each other.
"Death doesn't seem to bring much ease. Perhaps I should just reincarnate." The Ghost Messenger leaned on the table. He had dealt with several such incidents continuously.
Feeling exhausted.
