Julian Chu trembled uncontrollably. Although John Chou had already put down the Soulreaper Blade, his demeanor radiated fear. Head bowed, I watched in astonishment, still unsure how John Chou had managed to find Julian Chu.
“Master Ethan, this is something only Blue Wraiths can see. You’ll understand it one day.” Sima Ying explained beside me. I nodded—always, it seemed, one day.
But looking around, all the Blue Wraiths stared blankly at John Chou, their eyes filled with fear. I couldn’t help but wonder—what on earth had happened?
“Hey, who’s going to lend Master Ethan their eyes so he can see?” Wei Hua suddenly shouted.
Rose Harper drifted over.
"Let me do it." With that, Rose Harper stepped in front of me, her figure gradually blurring. Suddenly, Yuna Ji came over and grabbed Rose Harper.
“You three idiots, what are you trying to do? Have you forgotten that Ethan Zhang is human?”
Suddenly, Wayne Harris opened his eyes—white irises only—gaped, and slapped his forehead.
"Right, Ethan is human. You brat, if you possess his body, he won’t be able to take it!"
I sighed. Then Julian Chu obediently followed behind John Chou. The entrance to the Ghost Domain opened. Once we stepped outside, the entire psychiatric hospital had already been sealed off.
“Ethan, are you alright? What happened to your hands?”
Rachel Lan looked at both my hands, each wrapped in bandages, and asked.
“What about the director?”
Rachel Lan shook her head.
“He absolutely refuses to talk.”
Soon, all the people and ghosts gathered in the main hall. Julian Chu stood at the very front, staring at John Chou in terror.
"We can begin now." Only when John Chou spoke did Julian Chu straighten up.
"Let’s start with the story of this psychiatric hospital. It’s existed for over two hundred years, originally dedicated to confining those driven mad—what we now call psychiatric patients. But what made it unique was that all the inmates here were royal relatives, even members of the imperial family."
Julian Chu began to recount the history. Because the royal family produced madmen, if word got out, it would be a colossal scandal. So they were brought here—some driven insane by the palace’s constant intrigues, some defeated in power struggles, some even assassinated princes. Over time, the pressure broke them.
Or they backed the wrong faction, and when their allies fell, those royal relatives were poisoned. A few survived, but the metal-laced toxic mist corroded their minds, leaving them demented or witless.