Knowing he couldn't defeat Mo Lin, the old man changed his mind.
"Young man, please don't kill that female ghost, I'm begging you." The old man suddenly knelt on the ground, pleading with Mo Lin.
"Ah..."
Just a moment ago, it was a life-and-death struggle, and now he's playing the sympathy card?
What's this nonsense?
The weather changes slower than the old man's demeanor.
"I'm begging you, don't kill that female ghost..."
"I'm begging you." The man in black pleaded with Mo Lin once again.
Mo Lin glanced at the female ghost, then looked at the man in black.
The two looked somewhat similar.
Mo Lin guessed something.
Perhaps this female ghost was his daughter.
He used special means to cultivate his daughter's ghost soul into a powerful ghost.
Maybe he wanted his daughter to accompany him in this way.
"Don't worry, I won't kill her; I just want to adopt her." Mo Lin gave a reasonable explanation.
