Sanzo kept his gun pointed at the cheeky ghost another few seconds before he huffed and lowered his arm. He didn't trust that thing one bit. The birds, now they were out of danger, were happy to play with Trevenant. They kept their distance from Gengar for now.

"What is that thing?" Judging by his reaction, the gengar was sentient but Sanzo didn't care. He was still mad.