The people in front of the surveillance looked complicated.
All the newcomers who came to the competition this time had no experience in dealing with mentally ill ghosts.
Therefore, some ghost hunters are persuading painstakingly, some are chanting sutras, and some are bargaining to reduce the difficulty of their wishes and try their best to satisfy their wishes.
And Cui Wenyan's style of painting is completely different.
This is also related to the different teaching methods of the master, right
Everyone turned to look at Tian Miao, who was drinking tea leisurely with a calm face, remembering what Cui Wenyan said before to enjoy the greatest pleasure under the conditions, everyone fell silent.
The elder smiled and said, "Miss Tianmiao, your disciple is really extraordinary."
"To reason with the mentally ill... they will lower people's IQ." Tian Miao faintly said this.
The smile on the elder's face froze, and the others looked at the screen displayed on the monitor with complex expressions. In the picture, some ghost hunters are still trying to reason with the ghosts, saying that their wishes cannot be fulfilled, and that they should change to something else.
"I made you laugh." The elder also had an epiphany at this time. To reason with such a ghost, isn't that a fool's behavior? Except for those normal people who came to the hospital after being framed, other patients had mental problems and could not communicate!
Cui Wenyan continued to walk forward, and after passing through the corridor, he saw that Yan Qing was reasoning with a ghost.
"I am a sea, you have to use a basin to catch me and take me away." A ghost in front of Yan Qing said very seriously, "Hurry up and become a basin, or I will bite you to death."
"I'm not a basin, and I can't change it. You know that you are dead, so you should know that you are not the sea, you are a ghost now. You should go to bliss." Yan Qing said patiently.
"Yeah, I'm dead, but it doesn't prevent me from becoming a grand ideal of a sea." The ghost said seriously.
"Yan Qing, I suspect that these patients have basically returned to normal after they died. But they are unwilling to accept this fact, or they are not used to returning to normal. So they are still pretending to be crazy." Cui Wenyan appeared and said aloud.
"Is that so?" Yan Qing was stunned.
"Mental illness is a problem with the human spirit. It is a problem with a certain part of the body. Since it is separated from the body, it should not be stupid and restore clarity." Cui Wenyan analyzed.
Yan Qing frowned, as if, is this really the case
"And if you reason with a fool, he will only bring your IQ to the same level as him, and then use his rich experience to beat you." Cui Wenyan said helplessly.
When Cui Wenyan was analyzing, the ghost in front of Yan Qing glanced at Yan Qing from the corner of his eye, and turned around in a guilty conscience and wanted to run.
Yan Qing was furious and took out a wooden stick to knock out the ghost in front of him. Then he put away the ghost and cursed in a low voice, "This bastard has been playing with me for a long time. I really thought that their nerves were not normal."
"What kind of weapon is this?" Cui Wenyan looked curiously at the stick in Yan Qing's hand. The stick was only as thick as a baby's arm, and his body was dark. He didn't know where Yan Qing was hiding just now.
"It's my life weapon." Yan Qing held the wooden stick with a complicated expression, "Because when I was forging the weapon, I was thinking about the wooden stick, and this came out. It was an accident, what I wanted at the time was Something more handsome, such as knives, swords, and boomerangs, no matter how bad the hooks are.”
(End of this chapter)