Bodyguards are just bodyguards, after all, Xianyun is still the young lady of the Xian Family.
Any smart bodyguard wouldn't charge in recklessly to block the way.
It wasn't until Xianyun and Mo Lin left the hall entrance that a bodyguard spoke up.
"The young lady ran, hurry and chase her."
The bodyguard pretended to chase after her.
Xianyun drove her red Maserati, flooring the gas pedal.
The Maserati sped down the road.
Mo Lin sat steadily in the passenger seat.
Xianyun glanced sneakily at Mo Lin and softly reminded him.
"Mo, if you have enough Netherworld Currency, you could buy back that Ghost Messenger."
Seeing Mo Lin didn't reply, Xianyun kept her head down and continued driving.
Xianyun even ran a red light, not daring to waste any time.
If the Ghost Messenger got bought before they arrived at the Jin Ancestral Hall, it would be trouble.
.....
Jin Ancestral Hall.
About a hundred people gathered in the courtyard of the Jin Ancestral Hall.
Today is just a small auction.
The auction items are some ghost-catching tools and Ghost Artifacts.
The transaction currency is Netherworld Currency.
The auction was almost over, and everything meant to be sold was sold.
Many people were here specifically for the Ghost Messenger.
As the auction neared its end, there was still no sign of the Ghost Messenger, leaving many dissatisfied.
"Didn't they say there was a Ghost Messenger for sale?"
"Yeah, where's the Ghost Messenger?"
"Are they lying?"
"The auction is almost over, yet no Ghost Messenger in sight."
"Didn't they say there was a Ghost Messenger for sale?"
The crowd expressed their dissatisfaction loudly.
"Don't be anxious... the Ghost Messenger will be brought out now."
A middle-aged man cheerfully assured everyone.
Following the direction of the man's finger.
A woman held a wooden cage, almost like a birdcage.
The cage was covered in dense red writing, with a black cloth over it.
Red silk threads entwined around it.
"This is the Ghost Messenger." The middle-aged man slowly lifted half of the black cloth.
Revealing a black silhouette, like a miniature person.
Inside the cage, a black figure had its limbs pierced by red threads, suspended at the center of the cage.
The middle-aged man just let everyone take a glance, then quickly covered it back up.
"If any of you can sign a contract with the Ghost Messenger, you can at least become a Level 5 Ghost-Controlling Master, perhaps even Level 6."
This statement from the middle-aged man was like a bomb exploding in the crowd.
It caused a huge commotion.
Everyone was eager and excited in their hearts.
Not to mention Level 6, even reaching Level 5 would satisfy this group.
One must know, currently, not a single Level 5 Ghost-Controlling Master exists in Yun Chuan city.
Having an opportunity to become Level 5, who wouldn't be thrilled?
Of course, some understood the situation.
Signing a contract with the Ghost Messenger?
If it were easy to sign a contract with the Ghost Messenger, the Jin Ancestral Hall wouldn't use it as the highlight of the auction.
Who wouldn't want to become a Level 5 Ghost-Controlling Master?
"Signing a contract with the Ghost Messenger? Probably not easy, right?" a fat man murmured in doubt.
The middle-aged man smiled mysteriously, maintaining the suspense.
"Next up for auction is the Ghost Messenger, starting at twenty thousand Netherworld Currency."
The middle-aged man's voice echoed throughout the courtyard.
The previously noisy courtyard instantly fell silent.
Twenty thousand Netherworld Currency—what concept is that?
For these people, it's an astronomical amount.
Netherworld Currency can only be obtained from ghosts.
The production amount is minimal.
The supply and demand are disproportionate.
This scarcity makes Netherworld Currency so precious.
Although Renminbi can also be exchanged for Netherworld Currency, the ratio is 1:1000.
Only a fool would exchange Netherworld Currency for Renminbi.
Moreover, the actual exchange rate far exceeds 1:1000.
Even two thousand Netherworld Currency, let alone twenty thousand, is an astronomical sum for these ordinary people.
The crowd who had been clamoring to buy the Ghost Messenger fell silent.
No money in their pockets, who would dare shout indiscriminately?
After about a minute, no bid was made.
"Any bids?" the middle-aged man had to ask proactively.
"..."
No response.
"Can't it be a little cheaper?" a young Ghost-Controlling Master inquired to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man shook his head, "No, at least twenty thousand Netherworld Currency."
Even if it doesn't sell, he won't lower the price.
The Ghost Messenger wasn't captured by them.
They're just responsible for the sale and get a commission from it.
The price of the Ghost Messenger was set by someone else. He can't adjust the price.
"Any bids? If no one bids, the Ghost Messenger won't be sold for now." The middle-aged man stated again.
"I'll buy..."
A young man in designer clothes waved and said loudly.
All eyes gathered on this young man.
"Young Master Wang is so generous."
"Young Master Wang is truly rich."
"He can bring out twenty thousand Netherworld Currency, seems like the Wang Family has been making a lot recently."
Wang Bing's entrance attracted everyone's gaze.
Wang Bing is a typical rich second-generation; he's a Level 2 Ghost-Controlling Master.
"Young Master Wang is truly generous." The middle-aged man smiled with narrowed eyes at Wang Bing.
"Can I inspect the item?" Wang Bing inquired to the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man nodded, "Of course you can."
The middle-aged man handed the wooden cage over to Wang Bing.
Wang Bing lifted the black cloth, taking a careful look, confirming without a doubt.
It indeed was the Ghost Messenger inside.
However, the Ghost Messenger was in poor condition, almost turned into a Scattered Soul.
It would take at least a thousand Netherworld Currency or more to repair its wounds.
However, he didn't care about its injuries.
As long as it was indeed the Ghost Messenger, that was enough.
Wang Bing planned to let his Contract Ghost absorb the Ghost Messenger, thereby advancing it to a Dangerous Level ghost.
At that point, he would become a Level 3 Ghost-Controlling Master.
"Are you satisfied with this item?" The middle-aged man inquired to Wang Bing with his head lowered.
"Satisfied."
Wang Bing nodded, then pulled out two wads of Netherworld Currency from his pocket and handed them over.
The middle-aged man took the Netherworld Currency and smiled, "Young Master Wang is truly generous."
The middle-aged man didn't count the Netherworld Currency.
He trusted Wang Bing wouldn't dare tamper with the currency.
After all, the status of Jin Ancestral Hall is set.
If Wang Bing dared mess with the currency, he couldn't withstand the wrath of Jin Ancestral Hall.
Wang Bing turned to leave, carrying the wooden cage.
A man in black followed at Wang Bing's side.
This man was a Level 3 Ghost-Controlling Master.
He was the most powerful person in the Wang Family, responsible for Wang Bing's safety and ensuring the Ghost Messenger was safely brought back to the Wang Family.
After Xianyun parked the car, she tugged Mo Lin's hand, urging him forward.
"Mo, hurry up.. if we're late, the Ghost Messenger might be bought by someone else."
Suddenly, Xianyun staggered, nearly falling.
It felt like she was pulling a mountain rather than a person, unable to budge Mo Lin.
For some reason, Mo Lin had stopped in his tracks.
Following Mo Lin's line of sight.
Xianyun saw Young Master Wang, Wang Bing.
Wang Bing was carrying something like a birdcage, coming out of Jin Ancestral Hall.
The cage was covered with a black cloth, obscuring its contents.