"What's wrong?" Xianyun asked Mo Lin in confusion.
"There..." Mo Lin pointed at the wooden cage in Wang Bing's right hand.
Mo Lin sensed the presence of a Yin Messenger inside the cage.
Wang Bing warily stared at Mo Lin, placing the cage with the Ghost Messenger behind him and slowly stepping back, increasing the distance between them.
The middle-aged man beside him stepped forward to stand in front of Wang Bing.
"Brother, I'm the eldest son of the Wang Family." Wang Bing declared his identity, hoping to make Mo Lin wary.
Seeing Mo Lin unmoved, Wang Bing cautiously asked Mo Lin.
"Brother, why are you blocking my way?"
He had faintly guessed something, but was a bit uncertain.
"Is there a Ghost Messenger in there?" Mo Lin asked slowly, pointing at the cage in Wang Bing's hand.
Indeed, Mo Lin was here for the Ghost Messenger.
"Brother, I bought this Ghost Messenger for twenty thousand Netherworld Currency. If you want it, give me twenty thousand Netherworld Currency, and I'll sell it to you." Wang Bing said warily to Mo Lin.
Twenty thousand Netherworld Currency was not something Mo Lin could afford; all his money combined only amounted to four thousand Netherworld Currency.
Although Mo Lin's Ghost Suppression Book could generate Netherworld Currency daily, it only suppressed two ghosts, so the amount of Netherworld Currency produced daily was pitifully small.
"Can I exchange it with something else?" Mo Lin couldn't take out the Netherworld Currency, but maybe he could offer something else.
"No." Wang Bing refused without even thinking.
It was within his expectations that Mo Lin couldn't produce twenty thousand Netherworld Currency.
He had made this request knowing Mo Lin couldn't fulfill it, to discourage him from trying further.
After all, twenty thousand Netherworld Currency was a sky-high price.
In Yun Chuan City, people who could afford twenty thousand Netherworld Currency could be counted on one hand.
"Tell me what you want, maybe I can meet your demand." Mo Lin negotiated with Wang Bing.
"I only want twenty thousand Netherworld Currency, otherwise there's no room for discussion." Wang Bing firmly replied.
He never intended to give the Ghost Messenger to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin stood straight at his spot, not planning to leave.
This Ghost Messenger might not mean much to Wang Bing, but it was very important to Mo Lin.
"Step aside."
The middle-aged man beside Wang Bing frowned and angrily reprimanded Mo Lin.
He furrowed his brow, clearly impatient.
Xianyun hurriedly reminded Mo Lin: "This person is a bodyguard for the Wang Family, a second-tier Ghost-Controlling Master named Yang Xu."
Just as Mo Lin was lost in thought for a moment.
"Bang..."
A sudden explosion sounded out of thin air.
Looking around, nothing seemed particularly unusual.
If something special had to be mentioned, it was that a wisp of black smoke wafted out from Mo Lin's red official robe.
Yang Xu was taken aback; he had just used a Ghost Skill to attack Mo Lin, yet there wasn't a single scratch on him.
He was a third-tier Ghost-Controlling Master, and his Ghost Skill was an offensive one.
Ordinary Ghost-Controlling Masters would lose at least half their lives without any defenses.
Mo Lin's outfit was a Yin Artifact; even a horror-level ghost would find it difficult to leave any mark on Mo Lin's clothing.
"Soul Chain."
Mo Lin raised his hand, and a chain shot straight towards Yang Xu.
Just as Yang Xu was about to dodge, the chain already wrapped around his neck.
Yang Xu's body suddenly stiffened, unable to move, only able to move his eyes.
His consciousness was still clear, but he couldn't use his body, feeling as though he was experiencing sleep paralysis.
"Encountered a ruthless guy..."
Wang Bing murmured to himself.
The strange man in red was quite strong.
At least Yang Xu was no match for the man in red.
The way they both used their Ghost Skills clearly showed the difference in strength.
Yang Xu's Ghost Skill was invisible to the naked eye, while Mo Lin's was directly materialized.
That was the gap in strength.
As was the disparity between their Contract Ghosts.
Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Soul Chain gradually tightened, creating a shadow around Yang Xu's neck.
Wang Bing was shocked.
This thing seemed to attack the soul.
Under the binding of the Soul Chain, Yang Xu's soul gradually began to leave his body.
"Brother... don't get excited, let's talk this out." Wang Bing was anxious, hurriedly trying to calm Mo Lin.
The Wang Family had managed to establish itself in Yun Chuan largely thanks to Yang Xu's contributions.
No matter if the Soul Chain could harm Yang Xu or not, he couldn't accept such an outcome.
At this moment, Yang Xu was internally exclaiming "WOC..."
He witnessed his own soul leaving his body first-hand.
Oh my gosh... scared him to death.
He kept shouting...
But unfortunately, his body couldn't make any sound.
"We can negotiate, we can discuss the Ghost Messenger." Wang Bing couldn't watch Yang Xu get hurt.
If Yang Xu died or became dispirited because of this incident.
It would be a massive blow to the entire Wang Family.
He couldn't let the Wang Family's future get cut off over the Ghost Messenger.
Mo Lin withdrew his hand, the Soul Chain disappearing in mid-air.
Yang Xu fell to the ground, gasping for breath.
He dared not stand up; he didn't even have the courage to face Mo Lin at the moment.
When did such a ruthless person appear in Yun Chuan?
"I won't take your item for free. Give me the Ghost Messenger, and I'll give you something of equal value."
Mo Lin's earlier actions against Yang Xu served as a direct warning to him.
It wasn't about forcibly taking what wasn't his.
There was no need for such actions.
As a member of the Yin Department, would he stoop to such lowly tactics?
This kind of lowbrow behavior was beneath Mo Lin.
"I bought this Ghost Messenger to raise my Contract Ghost to Dangerous Level. There's no way you can help me raise the ghost to Dangerous Level.
I'll give you the Ghost Messenger just to make a friend." Wang Bing gritted his teeth, feeling like his heart was bleeding.
A Ghost Messenger worth twenty thousand Netherworld Currency, just given away like that.
It was heartbreaking.
"I can help you."
"I know you..." Wang Bing was taken aback.
"Ah... what did you say?"
Wang Bing doubted his ears, repeating, "I just said, to raise the Contract Ghost to Dangerous Level."
"I can help you." Mo Lin repeated.
"Ah..."
Wang Bing was in disbelief.
To help him raise the Contract Ghost to Dangerous Level?
Would someone with such heaven-defying skills really stay in a small place like Yun Chuan?
"Brother, there's no need. I'm willing to give you the Ghost Messenger, you don't have to deceive me, there's no need."
Clearly, Wang Bing didn't believe Mo Lin.
Mo Lin didn't waste words, glancing around and pointing to a distant secluded courtyard: "Follow me."
Wang Bing was led by Mo Lin to a dark room.
"Brother, aren't you thinking of using Netherworld Currency to upgrade my Contract Ghost's level?
I advise you against it; my Contract Ghost is gravely injured and can't absorb Netherworld Currency."
If it weren't for his Contract Ghost being injured and unable to absorb Netherworld Currency, Wang Bing wouldn't have thought of using the Ghost Messenger to raise the Contract Ghost's level.
Mo Lin ignored Wang Bing's words, his tone cold as he commanded, "Come out."
"Ah..."
Wang Bing cried out, glancing left and right.
It seemed like he was the only one here?
"Don't you understand? I said, come out." Mo Lin raised his voice and repeated.
Wang Bing retreated in fright.
Who was this guy talking to?
Was he conversing with air?
Was this guy crazy?
Wang Bing suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.