Mo Lin's chest was writhing as if something was about to come out.
"Vomiting?"
Wang Bing hurriedly stepped forward to support Mo Lin.
"Mo, what are you doing? Vomiting without a word?"
"Messing up the Jin Ancestral Hall to embarrass these folks?"
Mo Lin's brow slightly furrowed; was Wang Bing a joker?
Wang Bing really couldn't see any clues.
In his eyes, Mo Lin looked like he had eaten something bad and was vomiting.
Moreover, the degree of vomiting was a bit exaggerated.
It appeared that something was about to come out of Mo Lin's mouth.
A few middle-aged men from the Jin Ancestral Hall were surrounding Mo Lin at this moment.
"Kid, don't bother with the Yin Messenger affairs."
"I see you're not feeling well, better leave now." The middle-aged man waved his hand to shoo Mo Lin away.
At this moment, this group of people hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
This group didn't even know why they couldn't summon their own Contract Ghost.
If they knew what Mo Lin was doing, perhaps they wouldn't act so casually.
Just as the presence inside Mo Lin was about to emerge, an old man in a Daoist Robe slowly appeared.
This old man had a white beard, sallow skin, was very thin, with only bones and a wrinkled layer of skin visible.
Yet he walked with strength, full of vigor and energy.
"Sir, put away your Divine Power, don't stoop to the level of these clueless juniors."
To others, Mo Lin might seem ordinary.
But in his eyes, it was a different scene.
In his view, Ghost Qi was pouring out from behind Mo Lin, he even heard the terrifying roaring from within Mo Lin's belly.
This sound made him involuntarily afraid.
Perhaps because, as an upright Daoist, he was quite sensitive to ghosts.
"Who are you?" Mo Lin suspiciously stared at the old man with white hair.
"I am the Daoist Master of this Daoist Temple, the one in charge here." The old man calmly announced his identity.
Since the Manager had come out, Mo Lin didn't need to waste his tricks, he took a deep breath and retracted the thing he was about to summon into his belly.
With the Manager from the Daoist Temple coming out, the matter would be easier to handle.
"Sir, please come inside." The Daoist Master pointed to the room, inviting Mo Lin.
His courtesy to Mo Lin immediately dissatisfied several managers of the Jin Ancestral Hall.
"Daoist Master, this guy disrupted the auction..." A middle-aged man expressed his dissatisfaction.
"Daoist Master, this guy came to cause trouble." Another man promptly agreed.
"You should drive him out."
"Shut up... a bunch of clueless fools." The Daoist Master coldly rebuked.
The voice was icy, and the several middle-aged men who were about to retort immediately shut up.
Timidly glanced at Mo Lin, then remained silent.
Mo Lin followed the elder into the room.
Wang Bing stood where Mo Lin had previously been, staring intensely at the "spit" Mo Lin left behind.
"Pick it up... collect it... quickly..."
This voice echoed in Wang Bing's mind.
This voice urged him to collect the spit Mo Lin had left behind.
At this moment, Wang Bing could only describe it with one word: "Disgusting."
The key was that the one urging him to pick up the spit was none other than his Contract Ghost.
"That's spit... kind of gross..." Wang Bing felt quite disdainful.
This was the first time he spoke with his own Contract Ghost.
The two were conversing because of Mo Lin's spit...
With so many people around, collect Mo Lin's spit?
That's just too disgusting.
And doesn't he have any self-respect?
"Quick... pick it up." The Contract Ghost's voice grew increasingly agitated.
This stuff wasn't just spit.
This was liquid formed by Ghost Qi reaching a certain level of concentration.
This stuff was emitted by the presence residing inside Mo Lin.
For ghosts, this was a great supplement... at least it could enhance his power.
More importantly, this liquid didn't require refining, it could be absorbed directly.
And it could be absorbed completely, much simpler than absorbing Netherworld Currency, and the benefits were greater.
Wang Bing's mind suddenly trembled; he felt the urgency and impatience of his Contract Ghost.
"What is this stuff?" Wang Bing couldn't help asking another question.
"Shut up... pick it up." The Contract Ghost was genuinely angry, he disdained to explain too much to an ordinary person.
His roaring voice made Wang Bing feel tremors.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet, find some tissue, and squat down to collect the spit from the ground.
Strangely, the spit appeared sticky on the ground, with three drops.
He initially thought the tissue would absorb the three drops of spit.
But an unexpected thing happened; after being wrapped in tissue, the three drops of spit didn't get absorbed and merged together, about the size of a thumb.
Like gummy candy, swaying on the tissue.
Wang Bing no longer cared about the surrounding gazes, quickly wrapped it in tissue, and tucked the tissue containing "spit" into his pocket.
Wang Bing lifted his head only to see Xianyun nearby, her pitch-black eyes staring at him, with a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
An expression of shock and disdain, even a bit of disgust.
"I... this..." Wang Bing opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.
Xianyun folded her arms, took two steps back, and distanced herself from Wang Bing, making her feelings clear.
She found Wang Bing disgusting.
Wang Bing didn't know how to explain and just let it be.
Inside the room.
"Old me, Li Hui, pays respects to the Yin Department Sir." The old man with white hair bent over to greet Mo Lin.
"You recognize the Yin Department?" Mo Lin was quite surprised; he didn't expect someone to recognize this outfit.
"In my youth, I interacted with Ghost Messengers from the Underworld, and was fortunate to have seen the Yin Department." Li Hui was once a Daoist with some skills.
Later, when ghosts descended, his skills were fully realized.
Mo Lin didn't beat around the bush, directly addressed Li Hui and softly said: "I want to investigate a matter, who captured the Ghost Messenger?"
"I'm old, I don't manage the Jin Ancestral Hall matters anymore, but I can ask for you."
"Qingyun, come in." Li Hui called towards the door.
Soon after, a middle-aged man dressed in a neat black suit walked into the room.
"Old master, you called for me." Qingyun politely greeted Li Hui.
"Who captured the Ghost Messenger?"
"That's a business secret, I can't say." Qingyun replied with a smile.
But when he noticed Li Hui's serious expression, his smile gradually froze, quickly added.
"I don't know who the other party is, he only consigned the Ghost Messenger to us, we earn a ten percent commission."
"You didn't involve yourself in capturing the Ghost Messenger, right?" Li Hui asked again.
"Old master, you overestimate me, I don't have such skill!" Qingyun hastily said.
Li Hui didn't speak, quietly waiting for Mo Lin's decision.
"What is the other party's name? What force? Where are they from?" Mo Lin pressed further.
"The other party seems not to be a local of Yun Chuan, he had me call him Master Sun, but I know nothing specific about his force or identity."
Fearing Mo Lin wouldn't believe his words, Qingyun further added: "The identity of the other party is well-protected, I've only met him once.
If you wish to find him, when he comes to collect the Netherworld Currency, I can contact you."
"Alright."
Mo Lin left his phone number before departing.