"Well." Fair press. Cao Pi straightens up from checking under the stage and looks around, but no spirits seem to be immediately nearby. His thoughts are all over the place but he hasn't yet found a reason to tar all of the little buggers with the same brush. He lowers his voice all the same. "Some of them are terrible and likely to be the first to line up to kill us," he acknowledges, "but not all of them. I'm curious to see just how they can be used, if we can find a way to communicate."

And he does mean used. Even the most innocent of spirits could be pushed to help find information, gather supplies and help build stockpiles, tattle on the Keeper, and so on. He's got all the ideas.