Monster Prison: I Turn My Life Around by Getting Close to Monsters

Old Wang worked as a gatekeeper at a psychiatric hospital.

He knew nothing about medicine, but he'd spent twenty years listening to madmen talk.

After transmigrating to a prison for spirits, while everyone else brought spirit-suppressing talismans and spirit-sealing ropes, all he brought was his mouth.

The spirits here weren't monsters. They were mad: obsessive, depressed, traumatized, and withdrawn.

You couldn't beat them, and you couldn't kill them all.

Old Wang carried a chair inside and sat down. "Want to talk?"