"Alas, the world is truly in chaos."
I stared in astonishment at a man with an iron face and tightly bound hair, his appearance strange and his presence imposing. In his left hand, he held a register inscribed with unfamiliar characters. A treasured sword hung on his back, a pen in his right hand, and he wore a purple robe, his eyes glaring and lips pressed tight. At this moment, with no spirits approaching, he sat behind the Styx Gate. I stepped a bit closer.
This was Quentin Kue. I recognized him instantly and was certain—he was Quentin Kue.
"Quentin, war rages endlessly in the mortal realm this year. Alas, it is time. The Enforcer and his team of registrars will soon return. You've worked hard—come to my place later, let's share a drink or two."
"Horseface, it is this season again, and our Tribunal of Punishment is once more on duty."
I saw a ghost with the face of a horse, a massive sledgehammer slung across his back, speaking with Quentin Kue. He must be Horseface.
"Last time, I remember it was Lord Wei's Tribunal of Good Deeds, wasn't it?"
"Yes, Horseface, it's been over two hundred years. Now chaos reigns in the mortal world, and evil spirits run rampant. I wish to resign from the Tribunal of Punishment and head to the mortal realm."
"What is it, Quentin? Are your hands itching again? There are so many evil spirits in the mortal world..."
"Alas, you are mistaken, Horseface. Since I entered the ghostly path, I have hunted every spirit I've met. Now, I hear there are seven rampaging evil spirits in the mortal realm—quite formidable. I heard Mr. White mention them; those seven are no ordinary ghosts. It's best to capture them and bring them back to the underworld as soon as possible."