The truth was exactly as Su Chenzhou had thought: indeed, a few people were hopping mad.
"Ghosts from suicides queueing up? Where do they queue? That's clearly nonsense. Suicidal ghosts only repeat their deaths over and over at the same spot."
"Senior Brother, you're right. Besides, even if it's not a suicide, shouldn't you set up an altar and burn incense to summon a ghost? Master also said that those ghosts who have been dead for a long time and are probably waiting in the Underworld to be reincarnated can't be summoned."
"If you ask me, she should show us the details. This is too disgusting. Those with real skills like to be mysterious, showing just enough to intrigue but not enough to satisfy, leaving us no way out."
The more they talked, the angrier they became, glaring at Mianmian on the screen with resentment. They were angry not only at Mianmian but also started cursing their own Master under their breath.