Feng Mingyu’s sudden change took Mo Lin by surprise.
Why did his eyes turn red all of a sudden?
Mo Lin hadn’t said anything, had he?
"What’s wrong?" Mo Lin asked Feng Mingyu, puzzled.
"My power was given to by Yun Lin." Feng Mingyu slowly said to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin knew Yun Lin, that woman.
She was one of Mo Lin’s good friends.
Back then, she had escaped from Beihai along with Mo Lin and Feng Mingyu.
"Yun Lin gave you the power?" Mo Lin asked Feng Mingyu, curious.
In Mo Lin’s mory, Yun Lin wasn’t particularly powerful, so how did she give strength to Feng Mingyu?
Just now, Feng Mingyu killed the Long-Eyebrow Arhat.
Did Yun Lin possess such terrifying power?
"Back then, when she and I were traveling, we encountered Night Curtain."
Feng Mingyu slowly narrated to Mo Lin.
Night Curtain is a mysterious power; back then, even Mo Lin almost died within it.
It was just that Mo Lin was lucky to escape from Night Curtain.
"Yun Lin died saving ." Feng Mingyu clenched the black jade pendant-like object on his chest tightly and said, "Then she transford into this black jade pendant."
No wonder, when Mo Lin saw the black liquid condense into a human form, it felt strangely similar to Yun Lin.
At this mont, Mo Lin felt hollow inside.
Although everyone dies eventually.
Seeing friends, one by one, leaving, Mo Lin felt a lonely emptiness within.
Actually, Feng Mingyu was also filled with uncertainty about Yun Lin’s current state.
Then Feng Mingyu gathered his sorrow and changed the subject, "I said I’d protect you before, didn’t lie to you, right?"
"You didn’t lie." Mo Lin slowly replied.
Feng Mingyu’s performance today indeed made Mo Lin see him in a new light.
Following this, Mo Lin took Feng Mingyu to the Cultivation Hall.
After the crisis was resolved, Mo Lin’s mood relaxed a lot.
However, Mo Lin was worried about the situation at Cultivation Hall.
The Cultivation Hall was sowhat desolate.
Walking up the steps, not a single shadow was visible.
Though the Cultivation Hall had been sealed off, surely there should be so sign of life, right?
There were hundreds of people in the Cultivation Hall; these people need food and drink!
A breeze blew in Mo Lin’s face.
The wind carried a scent of blood.
Mo Lin suddenly had a very bad premonition.
Mo Lin promptly moved forward.
The doors of the Cultivation Hall were open.
Mo Lin pushed the door open.
The stench of blood assailed his nostrils.
Scarlet blood stained the walls.
Bodies lay sprawled on the ground.
Looking ahead, it was all corpses.
It seed that these people hadn’t died too long ago.
In the thickest pools of blood, the blood hadn’t clotted yet.
Mo Lin walked along the path forward.
Reached the innermost area.
King Jing’s upper body hung on a chair, while his lower body lay on the hall’s floor.
Corpses lay scattered around in all directions.
King Jing’s eyes were wide open, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and a chunk of flesh had been cut from the right side of his face.
It seed as if he had been tortured while alive.
Mo Lin searched for the Evil King’s body.
After a round in Cultivation Hall, he couldn’t find the Evil King’s trace.
Mo Lin headed to the basent.
Scarlet blood paved the floor, at least a centiter thick.
The Alchemy Furnace was gone.
It must have been stolen.
The Spirit Pill was gone too.
Quickly, Mo Lin found the Evil King’s corpse.
The Evil King’s fate was in no way better than King Jing’s.
All of the Evil King’s limbs had been cut off.
His skin seed to have been peeled off violently, bit by bit.
His face was nothing but blood and flesh, with no skin.
The blood and flesh had dried and clotted.
His teeth were all gone, and his heart was missing.
Even a fool could tell, the Evil King had been cruelly tortured to death.
Though Mo Lin and the Evil King weren’t close.
There was always human emotion.
The Evil King and his companions were helping Mo Lin with alchemy.
For them to die so tragically, wasn’t this a slap in Mo Lin’s face?
Moreover, Mo Lin felt partly responsible, as if he had caused the death of everyone in Cultivation Hall.
An invisible rage swirled in Mo Lin’s chest.
The Alchemy Furnace was gone, and the Spirit Pill was missing.
Where was the Ghost Mother?
Mo Lin had been back for so long, but hadn’t seen the Ghost Mother.
No matter how many attackers ca, it shouldn’t be that no trace was left behind.
The current state clearly showed an enemy attack, with no action from the Ghost Mother.
If the Ghost Mother had acted, the situation would not be so one-sided.
There should at least be so survivors.
But now, everyone in the Cultivation Hall was dead.
No one was left breathing.
This was too far-fetched.
What puzzled Mo Lin the most was, where had the Ghost Mother gone?
Mo Lin understood the Ghost Mother well.
At the very least, the Ghost Mother would not betray him, right?
Mo Lin had done her a favor.
Mo Lin had avenged her once.
The Ghost Mother couldn’t possibly repay kindness with betrayal, right?
Plus, the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill’s bond was still present; the Ghost Mother was still under its control.
She should not betray Mo Lin.
Although Mo Lin thought this way, he still felt uneasy.
The Ghost Mother hadn’t left a trace; it was too odd.
Mo Lin had been betrayed by Five-organ Ghost before; now with the Ghost Mother missing, Mo Lin felt particularly uneasy.
Though Mo Lin trusted the Ghost Mother, he still felt tense.
Fearing her betrayal, worried she might have t with disaster.
"Who did this? Burial Immortal Organization?" Feng Mingyu looked at the corpses everywhere and asked, puzzled.
"The Burial Immortal Organization is involved, but there must be others too." Mo Lin replied to Feng Mingyu, his tone icy.
Mo Lin took deep breaths, trying to stabilize his emotions.
Mo Lin sat on the ground, activating the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill.
Mo Lin used the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill to find the Ghost Mother.
A wisp of black Ghost Qi hovered around Mo Lin.
Mo Lin attempted to summon the Ghost Mother back.
But for so reason, no matter how he summoned, the Ghost Mother did not respond.
Mo Lin’s summoning was like dropping a stone into the sea, not even causing the slightest splash.
The ones who ca to the Cultivation Hall were too efficient.
Not a single survivor from the Cultivation Hall.
No clues were left; Mo Lin wanted revenge but didn’t know whom to target.
Mo Lin dug a large pit to bury everyone.
After completing these tasks, Mo Lin left the Cultivation Hall with Feng Mingyu.
Mo Lin planned to visit the village at the foot of the mountain, to see if anyone knew anything.
Mo Lin felt particularly heavy-hearted at this ti, unable to utter a word.
Over twenty thousand Spirit Pills had been stolen, everyone at Cultivation Hall was dead, and the Alchemy Furnace was gone.
For Mo Lin, this was a massive blow.
At the foot of the mountain, in the village.
Few people were around.
Seeing Mo Lin, this group of people deliberately avoided him.
"Excuse , do you know what happened at Cultivation Hall?" Mo Lin stopped a man and asked.
"No, I don’t know." The man replied decisively.
Thus, Mo Lin asked several others, receiving the sa answers.
These people either truly knew nothing.
Or they knew sothing but refused to speak.
Or perhaps, they didn’t dare to speak.
It was just like the saying, "Misfortunes never co singly."
Mo Lin could currently only exert half of his strength, but trouble kept following him one after another.
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