"Bang.."
"Bang.."
"Bang bang bang.."
In a series of actions, Chu Xing was almost scattered by Mo Lin.
"Master.. spare me.. spare me.. "Chu Xing finally begged for mercy.
He didn't want his soul to scatter.
Mo Lin knew Chu Xing would beg for mercy.
Mo Lin understood ghosts well when he was a Yin Messenger.
Ghosts fear death the most.
The weaker the ghost, the more it fears death.
"I am a ghost from the Ghost Realm..." Chu Xing replied.
"Bang!.."
He answered, but Mo Lin still punched him hard.
There is only one reason, Mo Lin hates ghosts from the Ghost Realm.
Ghosts from the Ghost Realm are inherently bad ghosts.
In the Underworld, ghosts from the Ghost Realm often do bad things, fight, and eat weaker ghosts.
Mo Lin belongs to Yedou and is at odds with the Ghost Realm.
Many of Mo Lin's seniors and juniors in the Underworld died in disputes with the Ghost Realm.
This further fuels Mo Lin's hatred for the ghosts of the Ghost Realm.
Chu Xing was beaten close to having his soul scattered, his body almost transparent, flickering.
"How many Yin Messenger-level ghosts does the Ghost Realm have in the mortal world?" Mo Lin wanted to gather information about the Ghost Realm.
"I don't know."
"Does the Ghost Realm have any Yin Department-level ghosts in the mortal world?"
"I don't know." Chu Xing shook his head again.
He was just a Little Ghost, holding a place here.
Mo Lin's questions were beyond him.
Mo Lin had to give up questioning, placing his hand on Chu Xing's forehead, a "Suppress" character appearing in his palm.
Chu Xing seemed to be sucked into a vortex and disappeared from the spot.
"Congratulations, you've acquired Ghost Skill: Soul Chain."
On the second page of the Ghost Suppression Book, a new line appeared.
"Name: Chu Xing
Level: Horror Level
Skill: Soul Chain
Netherworld Currency Production: 40 units (daily)
Another source of income.
The higher the level of the ghost captured, the daily production of Netherworld Currency multiplies.
Netherworld Currency is a good thing, can raise one's level, refine Ghost Artifacts, and even confer positions.
The more, the better.
As long as enough Netherworld Currency is accumulated, Mo Lin could even become a Cave Master Level entity.
If in a good mood, he could even confer a few Ghost Messenger subordinates to command.
The premise is having enough Netherworld Currency.
Seeing the evil ghost subdued, Elder Yun breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing to the ground, taking deep breaths.
If not for Mo Lin's intervention, he would have lost his old life here.
Looking at the five dismembered corpses on the ground, his heart trembled violently.
He himself almost became one of them.
This trip resulted in heavy losses.
He not only lost three Ghost Artifacts but also an arm.
Elder Yun occasionally glanced at Mo Lin.
At this moment, he genuinely admired Mo Lin.
The young man in front of him was too strong.
The waves behind in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead; the waves ahead die on the beach.
He indeed was old, and there was no denying it.
"Young man, thank you for saving my life." Elder Yun expressed his gratitude to Mo Lin heavily.
"Money.." Mo Lin reached out to ask Elder Yun for money.
"Right, right..."
Elder Yun took out his only three thousand Netherworld Currency from his pocket and handed it to Mo Lin.
The Netherworld Currency was stained with blood, and Mo Lin accepted it.
This was the money he deserved.
"Crack.."
The previously dark sky was suddenly enveloped in gray-white light.
The gray-white light came from all directions.
The dim village was illuminated by the light, as if it were daytime.
A few pickup trucks drove straight toward Mo Lin, the headlights shining directly on him.
"Rumble.."
A whirring sound of helicopter blades came from the air.
A helicopter hovered in the sky.
Around were several pickups and off-road vehicles.
A group of people in black leather jackets got out of the vehicles, carrying suitcases in their hands.
The glaring light shone on Mo Lin's face.
Mo Lin raised his arm to shield his eyes, squinting as he vaguely saw a few black figures approaching.
"I am from the Ghost-Controlling Society."
A mature woman's voice came from the crowd.
"May I ask where the ghost that needs capturing is?" the woman asked coldly.
The Ghost-Controlling Society is a ghost-catching force established by the state.
The Ghost-Controlling Society has many talents and experts, with a complex and powerful backing.
Though Elder Yun is powerful, he would avoid clashing with the entire Ghost-Controlling Society.
The Ghost-Controlling Society handles ghostly matters of all sizes.
Each city district has a Ghost-Controlling Society.
"It's alright now, the ghost has been repelled." Elder Yun spoke tactfully, only saying the ghost was repelled.
He didn't mention that Mo Lin had captured the ghost, avoiding unnecessary trouble.
"Attend to Elder Yun's injuries and escort the two of them back." The woman's icy voice said again.
"No need.."
Elder Yun was about to decline when the woman spoke again.
"Elder Yun, don't be polite, Miss Xianyun spent money."
Hearing this, Elder Yun said no more and accepted the medical personnel's help.
Miss Xianyun indeed suffered a big loss.
Not only did she fail to capture the Dangerous Level ghost, but she also spent over three million in cash and lost several priceless Ghost Artifacts.
Inviting the Ghost-Controlling Society must have also required significant payments.
Xianyun, wearing a bodyguard's outfit, staggered out from the crowd.
Her wounds were simply bandaged, her knees bruised, wearing a pair of men's shoes.
"Elder Yun.. I'm sorry." Xianyun saw Elder Yun's broken arm, feeling guilty, she lowered her head in shame.
Elder Yun is a distant relative of Xianyun; seeing Elder Yun in such a state upset Xianyun.
"It's not your fault. We initially thought it was just a Dangerous Level ghost, easy to capture, but it turned out to be a Horror Level ghost.
I can only blame my weak strength, I have to admit my bad luck." Elder Yun was broad-minded, holding no grudge against Xianyun.
This time losing an arm was entirely his fault for not scouting well enough.
If he had investigated earlier, he wouldn't have mistaken the ghost's level.
Elder Yun's words caught the attention of the icy woman, who let out a light "huh" and then looked at Mo Lin again.
Someone who could drive away a Horror Level ghost had some ability.
"Benefactor, are you alright? Did that ghost harm you?" Xianyun asked Mo Lin with concern.
"You should ask if that ghost is alright; encountering me was its misfortune." Mo Lin retorted.
Seeing Mo Lin was fine, Xianyun said no more and arranged a vehicle to take Mo Lin away.
.....
Mo Lin was arranged by Xianyun to stay in a luxury hotel.
Mo Lin stayed in a luxurious two-bedroom suite.
Lying on the soft mattress, he enjoyed the beauty of life.
This feeling could never be experienced in the underworld.
Mo Lin was fiddling with the Ghost Suppression Book, his fingers sliding over it, an azure-black Nether Qi floating at his fingertips.
The Nether Qi would transform into a 20-unit Netherworld Currency, then into two 10-unit Netherworld Currencies.
Later, it would become twenty 1-unit Netherworld Currencies.
It was like performing a magic trick.
No matter how it changed, the total value remained 20 units of Netherworld Currency.
Every Yin Messenger from the Underworld knew this little trick of converting denominations.
Back in the underworld, Mo Lin would convert the Netherworld Currency into smaller denominations for easy transactions.
This 20-unit Netherworld Currency was a reward from the Ghost Suppression Book.
Mo Lin took out the 3,000-unit Netherworld Currency Elder Yun gave him and deposited it into the Ghost Suppression Book.
"Knock knock.."
A knocking sound came.
Mo Lin put away the Ghost Suppression Book, got up to open the door.
Opening the door, he saw a woman in a black coat, wearing a necklace, standing at the door.
The woman's face was delicate, with beautiful features, fair skin.
"Hello, my name is Li Bingyan." The woman introduced herself to Mo Lin.