Wen Yan stood on the Nether Path, looking at a few Ghosts wrapped in Gray Cloth, while the remaining Ghosts basically got lost the moment they fell here, being swept away by countless local Lost Souls, unable to do anything.
Wen Yan looked at the countless Lost Souls inside the Nether Path and tentatively called out.
"Can you lend a hand? Gather those guys who barged in together."
He was just trying it out, after all, most of the Lost Souls here are completely unconscious.
But unexpectedly, after he shouted, those Lost Souls who had been moving forward along the road gathered together and pushed those newly intruding ones aside.
One lost soul that might still have had some awareness struggled amidst the confusion, only to be slapped back by a Lost Soul of an old man.
Wen Yan was stunned watching this, the old man's Lost Soul's eyes were empty, obviously devoid of self-awareness, yet still had such a temper.
