"Then, what better army to have other than the one that would want nothing else other than exacting their revenge?"
"You mean…?"
"Yes. Let's go meet more of your kind!"
Farrel had seen plenty of ghosts while he was traversing the forest.
It's not just five or ten ghosts. In fact, he had seen dozens of them already.
However, he avoided them and did not make any contact with them.
First, most of the ghosts there weren't the same type as Joy. Most of them couldn't be easily talked to.
It wasn't that they were simply unfriendly. Most ghosts even liked to have someone, a human, that they could interact with.
The problem with most of the ghosts in the forest was that they were vengeful ghosts.
Just like Farrel said before, those ghosts were born because of their strong hatred for something right before they died.
He wondered how a lot of those ghosts even exist in a single forest, but after finding out about the bandits, it wouldn't take a genius to be able to make a quite accurate guess about where a lot of those ghosts came from.
Of course, being the strongest shaman back on earth, Farrel also knew how to deal with them.
But he didn't do it since dealing with such a ghost would take a lot of his energy.
And considering he arrived in an unknown place with none of his ghosts and a starved, weakened body, dealing with them was no different than a murder attempt on himself.
But now that he had eaten and his body wasn't as weak as before, he finally had the confidence to take on a single vengeful ghost or two.
Without waiting for anything, Farrel led Joy to scour the area around the bandits' hideout and it didn't take long for them to find their first vengeful ghost.
Different from Joy, the ghost didn't even bother masking its true appearance before it died.
His body wasn't rotting and he didn't look that terrifying, which could mean that he had most likely died quickly instead of being tortured and suffering to death, but the nasty open wound on his chest and his face clearly wasn't a picture that anyone would like to see.
The ghost was just floating silently, not saying anything or doing anything.
But his eyes were staring directly toward the direction of the bandits' hideout.
Farrel approached the ghost close enough that the ghost would hear his voice loud and clear, and he started chanting under his breath before speaking out loud.
"Do you know those bandits?"
Hearing Farrel's voice, particularly the last word, the silent ghost suddenly jerked his head toward Farrel's direction.
His body stayed still while he jerked his head violently towards Farrel, making an eerie scene for anyone who wasn't used to dealing with ghosts.
However, Farrel was different.
"You were killed by them weren't you?"
"Those bandits slashed your face and stabbed your chest and you couldn't do anything."
Without uttering a single word as a reply, the ghost suddenly screamed as he charged towards Farrel.
His hand stretched outward and his disfigured face became even more unsightly as the bloodied mouth opened wide, threatening to bite Farrel.
Seeing the sudden aggression, Farrel didn't react much.
He just extended his hand outward, positioning it right in front of the ghost's face.
And just like that, the moment the ghost made contact with Farrel's hand, an invisible layer of energy stood between Farrel's hand and the ghost's face, preventing him from touching Farrel's hand directly.
Farrel then half-closed his open palm, clamping the ghost in his grasp, completely stopping the ghost' movement with the energy that had traveled from his hand and enveloped the vengeful ghost's body.
"Calm down!"
Farrel sternly spoke, pouring even more of his energy towards the ghost.
However, despite his energy having practically enveloped the ghost's whole body, the ghost still put up a fight and tried to break free from him.
'I didn't think such a weak ghost could put up this much of a fight.'
'My power should be weakened, but just a random vengeful ghost shouldn't be this hard to deal with…'
'Just like last time... My spell to resurface Joy's suffering shouldn't be that potent, it should only resurface a fraction of his suffering…'
'What had caused all these anomalies...?'
'Does the ghost in this place generally stronger than the ghosts I knew? But how does my spell earlier affect Joy so much? Where am I exactly? I've traveled all over the world and all ghosts should be similar no matter in any part of the world.'
'And what's wrong with my spells? Why does my spell somehow become stronger despite only using a little of my energy? And how does this ghost have so much spirit to fend off my spell this good?'
'Unless…'
'This place is rich in energy…'
While he was still lost in his thoughts, the struggle of the ghost in his grasp became even stronger, almost causing Farrel to lose control if not for the fact that he instantly reacted and spent even more energy to keep the ghost under control.
He had spent more energy than he thought he would in a single ghost, which meant that it wasn't really the best outcome he wanted.
'This means that I couldn't gather as many ghosts as fast as I wanted, but I'll have to think about it later after I deal with this one.'
When Farrel was about to send even more of his energy to subdue the ghost, a voice was suddenly heard from behind him.
"Calm down sir, Farrel is trying to help you!"
The second Joy's voice traveled from behind Farrel's body and touched the vengeful ghost's body, the intense struggle he felt from the ghost instantly dropped significantly.
It dropped to the point where Farrel barely needed to pour in his energy anymore.
He didn't know what happened, but he certainly wouldn't miss this chance.
"I know you wanted to make those bandits pay, and I'm here to help you!"
Farrel then released his grasp on the ghost.
The vengeful ghost that had been screaming and struggling with all his might before had now stayed silent, rooted in place.
His crazed eyes were replaced with a calmer one. And it was currently looking straight into Farrel's eyes.
"If you listen to me, I promise I will make sure those bandits suffer a fate worse than what you've gone through!"
Farrel then raised his hand forward, initiating a handshake.
"Do we have a deal?"
The ghost stayed silent for a few seconds, but after that, the slit in his mouth started opening up slowly.
"Y…Ye…Yess…."
The ghost then reached out towards Farrel's hand as the two locked with each other in a handshake.
And the moment the two of their hands met, a new feeling, a new sensation, was felt in Farrel's heart.
"Congratulations."
Farrel shook the ghost's hand up and down.
"You've made a contract with the best shaman in this world."
Then with a wide smile on his face, he continued,
"I promise your wish and mine will come true."