You think Mo Lin is just a sick cat because the tiger hasn’t roared?
Zhu Ci sneered, his brow furrowed tightly.
"Brother, are you really not planning to leave?" Zhu Ci asked Mo Lin.
"I’m not leaving." Mo Lin’s attitude was very firm.
"I really want to see if that old man can actually kill ."
Zhu Ci gave Mo Lin a thumbs up, "Mo Lin, you really have a stubborn temper.
Is it necessary?
Why gamble your life in anger?"
Zhu Ci really couldn’t understand what Mo Lin was thinking.
He almost got killed by a Little Ghost.
Not only did he not hide, but he also wanted to engage in a confrontation with the Little Ghost?
"Considering I need your help, I’ll hold another ritual tonight and invite a deity to co down and help you catch the ghost."
Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin gently.
He wasn’t talking about catching so Wandering Ghost or a ghost that had appeared in the human realm before.
He ant catching a Little Ghost.
These Little Ghosts are well-versed in human nature, feed on incense, and can use Magic.
They’re not the sa as ordinary Ghosts.
Little Ghosts can overco people.
Only specific people can counter them.
These Little Ghosts are sothing between a god and a ghost.
They possess True Divine Powers.
Otherwise, Mo Lin wouldn’t have fallen prey to them.
Zhu Ci genuinely had good intentions; he really intended to help Mo Lin.
"I don’t need your help, just watch catch the ghost," Mo Lin said decisively to Zhu Ci.
Can’t you stop pretending?
"Little Ghosts are really troubleso!" Zhu Ci was speechless.
He reminded Mo Lin several tis.
For so reason, Mo Lin couldn’t heed his words.
"It’s fine, just watch catch the ghost," Mo Lin said to Zhu Ci once again.
"Fine."
Zhu Ci couldn’t argue with Mo Lin, so he could only agree.
He had already thought about a backup plan; if Mo Lin was defeated, he would call on Marshal Guan.
Outside, the blazing sun was high in the sky.
The golden rays shone warmly on their faces.
Mo Lin and Zhu Ci went to a restaurant outside and had a bowl of noodles.
Everything seed very normal.
People were bustling on the streets.
There were even sounds of children playing at the entrance.
Suddenly, the sky filled with dark clouds.
The once bright sky was instantly covered by clouds.
The sky suddenly turned dark.
It was as if night had fallen.
Zhu Ci observed the sudden change in the weather.
"Mo Lin, sothing’s about to happen," Zhu Ci warned Mo Lin with a solemn expression.
The air was filled with Ghost Qi.
The scene on the streets looked like a painting rapidly burning away.
The next mont, the surroundings appeared desolate.
Fierce winds blew on the streets.
All the buildings were shrouded in a greenish hue.
Then ca the sound of a baby crying.
The door at the entrance trembled, creaking loudly.
"I don’t want to die..."
"I died such a tragic death!"
"Why was I made to die? I was still so young."
Voices of resentnt erged.
Ghost Shadows, ghostly voices.
Zhu Ci’s expression was all crumpled up.
Anyone who wasn’t a fool could tell they were being haunted by ghosts.
Moreover, this place didn’t seem like the human realm.
Zhu Ci’s face turned ashen.
He realized sothing terrifying.
All his Dao Power couldn’t be used here.
They were brought to the Underworld by ghosts.
Zhu Ci glanced at Mo Lin.
Only then did he notice how unusually calm Mo Lin was.
As if nothing had happened.
Mo Lin’s face showed no expression of discomfort.
He just sat so calmly on the chair, looking into the distance.
Even... smiling.
As if he was looking at a toy.
Was he scared stiff?
Zhu Ci furrowed his brows tightly.
The number of Ghost Shadows around increased.
From initially being blurry, they beca very clear.
One by one, Ghost Shadows appeared and walked into the house.
The number of Ghost Shadows was countless at a glance.
The ghosts here were not like those in the Yellow Springs Realm.
The ghosts here were purely those condensed after human deaths.
Zhu Ci wanted to use techniques, but his Dao Power was restricted, unable to use any ans.
He could only watch helplessly as the countless ghosts approached.
Zhu Ci looked at Mo Lin again.
Only then did he see that Mo Lin seed to be putting on clothes.
At a ti like this?
Still dressing?
A bright red robe, with a few golden stripes, the golden stripes forming a dragon pattern on the shoulders, and the sleeves were white, the rest of it red.
The bright red official robe draped over him.
A crystal blue longsword appeared at his waist.
A terrifying pressure was released from Mo Lin’s body, spreading in all directions.
The surrounding ghosts trembled in fear.
Even Zhu Ci shuddered suddenly.
"Yin Departnt?"
Zhu Ci stared intently at Mo Lin.
No doubt about it, Mo Lin’s attire was that of the Yin Departnt.
A living person gaining a Yin Departnt position?
Zhu Ci was genuinely shocked.
This was the first ti he’d encountered such a strange situation.
How did a living person beco part of the Yin Departnt?
Moreover, the Underworld had been in turmoil, and there hadn’t been a Yin Departnt mber for decades.
How did Mo Lin gain a position in the Yin Departnt?
"Impudent!"
Mo Lin shouted sternly.
The sound was deafening.
Mo Lin’s voice seed to possess infinite power here.
As Mo Lin’s voice fell.
All ghosts knelt.
This was the pressure from the Yin Departnt.
"Who sent you here?" Mo Lin asked one of the ghosts in front of him.
"Yin Departnt Master, soone outside gave us Netherworld Currency, telling us to bring you in." A ghost knelt in front of Mo Lin, its voice trembling as it spoke to Mo Lin.
"Who is the interdiary? Where are they?"
No matter who it is, communicating with the Underworld requires an interdiary.
As Mo Lin’s voice fell.
A middle-aged woman slowly appeared.
The woman was dressed in red, with curled short hair.
This person had her living soul in the Underworld.
aning she was alive, an interdiary between the human realm and the Underworld.
It wasn’t that she didn’t hide.
But she couldn’t hide.
With a word from Mo Lin, her soul appeared involuntarily.
Uncontrollably so
"Mo Lin, I didn’t expect you to be from the Yin Departnt." The woman gasped in surprise toward Mo Lin’s direction.
"Impudent, what do you think you are, daring to call the master’s na directly?"
A Little Ghost saw the woman didn’t follow the rules and lunged toward her, biting.
At the sa ti, all the surrounding ghosts lunged at the woman, biting her.
Next ca the sound of the woman’s miserable screams.
"Outside, you call Mo Lin, I don’t bla you.
Here, you must call Yin Departnt."
Zhu Ci looked at Mo Lin in shock, his scalp tingling.
At this mont, only two words were in his mind.
Terrifying.
No wonder, when Mo Lin said earlier that he was a pro at handling ghosts.
Zhu Ci thought Mo Lin was bragging.
Unexpectedly, Mo Lin was indeed a pro.
A Yin Departnt mber, in the Underworld, truly is a force to be reckoned with.
Not everyone in the Underworld can display supernatural power like Mo Lin.
For example, Zhu Ci, he ca here and wasn’t even as good as an ordinary ghost.
"That’s enough." Mo Lin raised his hand slightly.
The ghosts biting the woman finally stopped.
The woman’s soul was already mutilated.
If Mo Lin destroyed her soul here, she would beco an idiot in the real world.
"Confess everything you know." Mo Lin said to the woman gently.
"This lowly one is nad Hong Li, just a Yin Walker. A few days ago, I received ten thousand Netherworld Currencies from Qi Hui, tasked with bringing you to the Underworld." The middle-aged woman confessed honestly to Mo Lin.
The Qi Hui she ntioned was the old man whom Mo Lin t a few days ago, referred to as a deity by others.
"Which path of ghosts were you communicating with in the Underworld?" Mo Lin continued to ask the woman.
"This lowly one belonged to the Naihe Bridge lineage before; later, when the Naihe Bridge lineage was destroyed, there wasn’t any power left." The woman confessed honestly.
Whatever Mo Lin asked, she answered, not daring to lie in the slightest.
The most genuine truth.
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