Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department Chapter 112 110: Don't Drop the Ball

Mo Lin guessed that the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman was very powerful, but he didn't expect it to be this powerful.

It was beyond Mo Lin's expectations.

"This guy, is he crazy?" Xin Lang saw Mo Lin's madness, and retreated in fear.

Three deadly-level ghosts were killed by Mo Lin in one move.

The situation on the scene was not optimistic.

Despair appeared on Xin Lang's face.

This was completely a gap in strength, an irreparable gap.

The ans Xin Lang prepared before had all been exhausted.

"Cousin, what should we do?" Xin Lang was utterly clueless and asked the man in black.

What to do?

The man in black was sweating anxiously at this mont.

This indeed was the biggest crisis the Xin Family had ever faced.

The man in black gritted his teeth and made so decision, "Release that guy."

A hint of fear flashed in the depths of Xin Lang's eyes.

Thinking about that guy made his body tremble uncontrollably.

"That guy? Are you sure?" Xin Lang asked the man in black with a trembling voice.

"What else can we do? If we don't release that guy, who can be a match for Mo Lin?" the man in black questioned Xin Lang.

"If that guy cos out, many people will die, and we might also be in danger." Xin Lang swallowed nervously.

"We can't care about that now, release that guy," the man in black repeated once more.

There was really no other way.

If that guy wasn't released.

No one could stand against Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was already bloodthirsty.

Wielding the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman, he had gone berserk.

None of the surrounding ghosts could approach him; within one ter of Mo Lin, every ghost was killed in one strike.

"Damn it, go all out," Xin Lang hesitated while looking at Mo Lin, who was like a god of killing, and shouted angrily through gritted teeth.

He then turned to leave, and at the sa ti, the man in black also retreated and left the courtyard.

Mo Lin followed behind the two.

Xin Lang and the man in black moved from the front yard to the backyard.

In the furthest corner of the backyard crevice.

There was a room.

This room was small, probably only about fifty square ters, with a wooden door.

A chain about the thickness of an arm was tied to the door, and the chain was rusty.

A large lock secured the ends of the chain.

The door was covered with cobwebs.

Xin Lang rushed into the crevice in a panic, crashing directly into the wooden door due to his speed.

"Bang!" The wooden door collapsed on impact.

The house had been there for so long that the wooden door had rotted and thus collapsed.

There was a stench of decay in the room.

At the center of the room, there was a redwood coffin.

The coffin was bound with red ropes and plastered with talismans.

It was unclear what was inside the coffin.

"Cousin, do we really have to release this thing?"

Xin Lang stood in front of the coffin, still hesitant.

"If we don't release him, what do we have to deal with Mo Lin?" said the man in black, retreating once again.

He seed quite afraid of whatever was in the coffin.

He even left the room.

Xin Lang steeled his nerves, tore off the talismans from the coffin, and then broke the red ropes.

After doing these things, he was ready to run!

"Splat!"

Blood flowed down Xin Lang's chest.

A ghost appeared behind Xin Lang, its arm piercing directly through Xin Lang's chest.

Its hand clutched Xin Lang's heart.

The heart was still beating.

This ghost, with blue-black skin, bore no goodwill, only an abyss-like murderous intent, more like a monster.

"Run..." Xin Lang's voice gradually faded.

The man in black saw Xin Lang die and retreated in fear, a trace of resentnt in his eyes.

Mo Lin arrived at the backyard to see a hole in Xin Lang's chest, his body lying on the ground.

The man in black was staring at Mo Lin with resentnt.

"Die... let's all die together... no one can escape..." the man in black snarled.

"Splat!"

Blood splattered.

A black figure flashed by.

It was so fast that Mo Lin didn't even see it clearly.

The man in black's head vanished, and in the next mont, the headless body fell to the ground.

In the distance, the blue-black-skinned ghost appeared, chewing on the man in black's head.

"Finally out... I am finally out."

A chilling aura rushed forward.

Even Mo Lin frowned.

Disaster-level ghost.

Yin Departnt level!

The ghost before him was of disaster level.

It was powerful...

So powerful that Mo Lin found it hard to breathe...

At that mont, Mo Lin was in a daze.

The pungent sll of blood perated the air around him.

This ghost, in less than a few seconds, killed more than a dozen ordinary people.

Its perception of people was sharp.

It could instantly find hidden people and kill them.

As for why it didn't attack Mo Lin first?

Because Mo Lin was strong...

Stronger from weak, gradually killing everything.

This ghost was not only strong but also very brutal.

The people it killed were never left intact.

No matter old friends, all were slaughtered.

Mo Lin was surprised.

The Xin Family had actually hidden such a powerful ghost.

"Yin Departnt?"

The blue-black ghost glanced at Mo Lin.

"Injured?"

"No... you're... strange... Ghost Mother?"

"Ah...."

The blue-black ghost suddenly howled... showing a hideous expression.

"Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill... you're his apprentice... damned..."

"Apprentice of Celestial Master Zhong Kui... damned... if it weren't for your master crippling my Dao Power, I wouldn't have fallen to this point."

"I can't beat your master, so I'll kill you to avenge my grievances."

This Celestial Master is not that Celestial Master.

Whatever Thunder Talisman Celestial Master Mansion, Fire Talisman Celestial Master Mansion.

These people all admired Celestial Master Zhong Kui and had so ghost-catching abilities, so they nad themselves Celestial Master Mansion.

Everyone was fascinated with the title of Celestial Master, so so used it as their own title.

To showcase their strength.

If we discuss status.

Mo Lin is the orthodox Celestial Master successor.

With just one look, Mo Lin's identity was exposed.

The ghost before him is the strongest ghost Mo Lin has encountered so far.

A ghost from the sa era as his master.

Mo Lin imdiately guessed it.

This ghost was pursued by his master in the past, got incredibly lucky, and escaped.

Now it was here, clamoring to kill Mo Lin for revenge.

Couldn't beat the old one, so attack the young one.

Mo Lin clearly heard a term.

Dao Power.

Whether human or ghost, reaching a certain level, there would be this term, Dao Power.

Such as: thirty-year ghost... or ten-year ghost.

Thirty years don't refer to the ghost's ti of death, but rather, the ghost's thirty years of ghost path.

It's absurd.

This level was quite high.

Mo Lin frowned, realizing he had encountered a strong foe.

"Kid, go to hell!" The blue-black ghost charged at Mo Lin.

The terrifying Ghost Qi condensed into a sharp sword.

"Bang!"

A sound of explosion ca from right in front of Mo Lin.

With this strike, it broke through the defense of the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman.

Too strong!

The power of the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman activated Mo Lin's body, launching an attack on the blue-black ghost.

Mo Lin chanted in his heart, hoping nothing would go wrong at the critical mont!

Absolutely no slip-ups.

The fact that Mo Lin ca today and obtained the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman was all part of Mo Lin's plan.

Just this scene now was unexpected for Mo Lin.

A mont ago, Mo Lin even thought the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman was too powerful.

Now he didn't have that thought anymore.

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