"Boss, what should we do next?"
A young man with a sharp look in his eyes among the ghosts suddenly interrupted their king's contemplation.
"Why don't we just go and snatch humans' Mortal Cores? I can't wait to experience this new world, ah, a thousand years of imprisonment, and it's finally over."
A long-haired ghost suddenly interjected, his eyes filled with desire.
"Do not disturb the order of the Mortal World. Do you want to be caught and sent back immediately? As soon as we cause any major commotion, our freedom will be over."
The Ghost King swept over them with a frosty gaze before making a startling statement.
"Boss, then what should we do? Also, I always feel there's something wrong with this Demon City, but I can't quite put my finger on what it is. Do you know?"
The keen-eyed guy who spoke first, quick-witted as he was, caught the hidden meaning in his boss's words and tentatively asked.
