Nightmare level ghost, that's a level five ghost.
It's a height she can never reach in this lifetime.
"Aren't you helping me gather information?" Mo Lin asked Feng Mingyu.
"Yes, yes, yes..." Feng Mingyu snapped out of his shock.
"This way."
Feng Mingyu led the way in front, with Mo Lin following behind him.
There were more and more people along the way.
Mo Lin followed Feng Mingyu to an unknown small shop.
The shop had a sign overhead and a few low-level ghosts locked inside.
A railing ran in the middle.
The railing was isolated outside, it was a protective glass, leaving a small twenty-centimeter-high opening for transactions with people inside.
An old man was sitting inside.
The old man wore black sunglasses, with dozens of phones placed in front of him. He kept his eyes on the phones and occasionally wrote something in a notebook with a pen.
This old man was very busy, focusing on the phones the whole time.
