"What’s going on?" Sun Taofei asked a man.
The man recounted the whole sequence of events to Sun Taofei.
Sun Taofei’s face turned ashen instantly, wishing he could swallow Mo Lin whole at that mont.
Especially when he heard that Mo Lin had slaughtered more than twenty Contract Ghosts, his anger reached its peak.
These underlings were Ghost-Controlling Masters, cultivated with many resources by him.
Mo Lin’s actions were akin to cutting off his arm.
"Kid, what do you an by this?" Sun Taofei questioned Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin didn’t give him a satisfactory answer today, Sun Taofei wouldn’t let Mo Lin leave easily.
"Your people stole my Netherworld Currency, I just gave them a little punishnt." Mo Lin replied to Sun Taofei coldly.
"Don’t you think what you did was excessive?" Sun Taofei snorted coldly.
"I don’t think what I did was excessive."
As soon as the words fell, Mo Lin placed his blood-stained long sword on Sun Taofei’s shoulder and said again, "I’m not in a good mood right now, don’t provoke ."
Sun Taofei raised his hand, ready to break the sword on his shoulder.
The mont his hand touched the sharp blade.
Sun Taofei’s pupils contracted suddenly, a chill surged through his body.
The Contract Ghost within him sent out a feeling of fear.
"Don’t provoke him... you will die... absolutely don’t provoke him..." the Contract Ghost warned Sun Taofei.
One needs to know, his Contract Ghost was a Horror Level, with considerable strength.
Ordinary blades, his Contract Ghost could tear apart with ease.
Even a Ghost Artifact could be withstood.
Yet such a formidable Contract Ghost was feeling fear at this mont.
Yes... it was fear.
Sun Taofei realized for the first ti, that even ghosts could feel fear.
Sun Taofei wasn’t stupid, he imdiately understood.
This young guy in front of him was very dangerous.
Feng Mingyu swallowed nervously.
Mo Lin was truly fierce, fearing no one.
Facing a level four Ghost-Controlling Master, completely unflinching, even provocative.
Does he have to be so fierce?
Feng Mingyu thought that Sun Taofei would get angry.
But Sun Taofei’s next words left Feng Mingyu speechless.
The whole person was dumbstruck.
"Alright..." Sun Taofei wasn’t the least angered, his attitude was even friendly.
Despite Mo Lin offending him so much, even having the sword on his shoulder, he wasn’t the least bit angry.
Since when did Sun Taofei beco so mild-tempered?
"Keep your people in check, don’t provoke next ti. If there is a next ti, I wouldn’t mind teaching you a lesson too." Mo Lin said coldly.
"I got it." Sun Taofei said again.
This attitude, not a trace of anger at all.
A sidekick couldn’t stand it anymore, stepping forward to remind.
"Master Sun... are we just going to let this kid smash our place and take away the brothers’ Contract Ghosts?"
"Slap!"
He was responded with only Sun Taofei’s icy cold slap.
"Shut up..." murderous intent surged in Sun Taofei’s eyes.
The underling was so frightened he didn’t dare to speak again.
Cause trouble for Mo Lin?
He dared not...
His only reliance was the Horror Level ghost within him.
To think even a Horror Level ghost feared Mo Lin.
He dared not act rashly.
"Get out of the way." Mo Lin snorted coldly.
Sun Taofei obediently retreated, making way.
As if he just swung by for a stroll, doing nothing at all.
Looking at Mo Lin’s back, Sun Taofei didn’t say a word.
Mo Lin asked Feng Mingyu, "This is the black market, there shouldn’t be any consequences for killing, right?"
"Ah... no, there aren’t!" Feng Mingyu replied hastily.
The black market had no laws to speak of.
Sun Taofei couldn’t help but sweat on his palm...
It was evident, Mo Lin’s words were directed at him.
Or if he actually did sothing excessive, people would certainly die here today.
"It’s over, let’s go." Mo Lin gently said to Feng Mingyu.
"Ah.. ah..."
Feng Mingyu glanced at Sun Taofei, then looked at Mo Lin again.
Leaving just like this?
It’s over?
Mo Lin killed so many Contract Ghosts... and it’s fine?
Sun Taofei didn’t even utter a word?
What is going on?
Feng Mingyu himself was more shocked than Mo Lin.
Walking a few steps, stopping a few, even turning around to observe Sun Taofei’s reaction.
Sun Taofei looked serene, showing no intention of causing trouble for Mo Lin.
She was dumbfounded... what is happening?
Shock ensued...
Until they disappeared from Sun Taofei’s vision, Feng Mingyu finally confird it was over.
Feng Mingyu quickly opened Yun Chuan’s Ghost-Controlling Society chat group.
Yun Lin: "What’s the situation? How is Mo Lin?"
Sha Jian: "If it’s not working, just retreat... leave first..."
Yun Lin: "Why are you not speaking? What is the situation now?"
Lin Xi: "@Feng Mingyu, wait for , I’m almost there."
The group was in a panic.
Feng Mingyu: "@Lin Xi, you don’t need to co, the situation has been resolved."
"What? Resolved?"
"How was it resolved?"
"Was Mo Lin dealt with?"
"Has Mo Lin already been done for?"
"Did Master Sun take action?"
The group chat was instantly flooded.
Lin Xi: "o(╥﹏╥)o Is Mo Lin already dead?"
Feng Mingyu: "He’s fine... he’s so handso... really handso..."
Lin Xi: "What’s going on? Can you explain clearly?"
Yun Lin: "Handso?"
Sha Jian: "What happened?"
Feng Mingyu: "It’s just... like this... like this... it’s resolved, it’s over."
The situation happened too suddenly, Feng Mingyu didn’t know how to type it out, so she just dodged it.
Yun Lin: "Σ(⊙▽⊙, can’t you explain it more clearly?"
Feng Mingyu: "I’ll explain when we et, anyway, it’s resolved, Master Sun didn’t dare to trouble Mo Lin either.
Mo Lin single-handedly smashed Master Sun’s place, so handso... absolutely unbeatable, Master Sun didn’t dare to ss with him."
Yun Lin: "Ah..."
Sha Jian: "Ah.."
Lin Xi: "(°ー°〃)"
Wu Guang: "???"
The group was filled with ssages of shock.
Seeing the group’s astonishnt, Feng Mingyu revealed a very satisfied smile, then put away her phone, no longer replying to ssages.
Feng Mingyu hurriedly caught up with Mo Lin.
The way she looked at Mo Lin had changed, with more admiration in her eyes.
"Mo Lin, what tier is that Ghost Artifact of yours? Why is it so powerful?" Feng Mingyu pointed to the crystal blue long sword at Mo Lin’s waist and asked in puzzlent.
She personally saw, Mo Lin’s sword, cutting down many Contract Ghosts.
Mo Lin didn’t answer; he didn’t know if Feng Mingyu and the others had any concept of the Yin Artifact.
To avoid drawing attention, he decided not to speak about the Yin Artifact.
Seeing Mo Lin unwilling to answer, Feng Mingyu changed the topic.
"Is your Contract Ghost also a Horror Level?" Feng Mingyu asked Mo Lin curiously.
"No." Mo Lin shook his head.
"Could it be... a level five ghost? A Nightmare Level ghost?" Feng Mingyu covered her mouth in shock.
Her expression was sowhat exaggerated.
"Alright, stop being gossipy, let’s get to business." Mo Lin urged Feng Mingyu.
"Oh my goodness... a Nightmare Level ghost..." Feng Mingyu was still trapped in shock and couldn’t extricate herself.
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