On the graveyard, a figure in white stood on a tombstone, giving an impassioned speech.
"My fellow beings, we can't keep living in such a muddle. The yang-energy of the human world is too frightening for us. We should unite and seek help from the powerful beings of this world."
"We know nothing of this world, how do we seek help?"
"The powerful cannot be trusted. Although I lost my memory after drinking Meng Po soup, I vaguely remember that I was killed by an unreasonable, powerful being in my past life."
"Even the powerful Underworld pays no attention to us, who else can? Are you suggesting that there's something more powerful than the Underworld in this world?"
A few spirits began to quarrel, but most of the spirits were in a daze, allowing their companions to argue.