Mo Lin's figure was completely covered by Contract Ghosts.
More than twenty ghosts attacked simultaneously.
This group of ghosts gathered together, and a thick Ghost Qi emerged.
Seeing this, Feng Mingyu's hairs stood on end; in her eyes, this was definitely a deadly situation.
Even if not dead, severe injury was certain.
The main thing was that Mo Lin did not summon his Contract Ghosts to protect himself.
Perhaps Mo Lin's Contract Ghosts were too afraid to come out.
Of course... this was just Feng Mingyu's own speculation.
"Ah..."
"Ah... ah..."
A series of miserable ghostly wails sounded in succession.
At this moment, the Contract Ghosts let out a scream.
Feng Mingyu stared in surprise in the direction of the sound.
The ghosts covering Mo Lin had twisted faces, as if they had encountered the most terrifying thing of their lives, and were fleeing rapidly.
Feng Mingyu rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't mistaken; these ghosts were indeed afraid.
She even saw three ghosts being severed at the waist in an instant, disappearing into the air.
Looking in the direction where the three ghosts disappeared, Mo Lin wielded a sword with his right hand, slashing at the ghosts.
His movements were smooth and graceful.
Every ghost struck by his sword was cut in two.
Each time Mo Lin swung his sword, he was able to strike a ghost.
Mo Lin's actions were simple: swing the sword... the ghost dies...
In less than ten seconds, more than twenty Contract Ghosts had died.
Mo Lin swung the sword again, slashing several other ghosts preparing to flee.
Feng Mingyu looked at the seemingly ordinary sword in Mo Lin's hand and muttered, "What kind of Ghost Artifact is this? So powerful?"
She had never heard of such a powerful Ghost Artifact that could kill ghosts in an instant.
Just now, there was even a Dangerous Level ghost that was slain with one stroke of this sword.
A Dangerous Level ghost is a level three ghost, and it was slain with a single stroke of the sword...
It was more terrifying than a horror novel.
Feng Mingyu stood numb, paralyzed on the spot.
"Die."
A young man roared.
He held a Ghost Artifact and lunged at Mo Lin.
It was a spiral-shaped Ghost Artifact, similar to a shell, with a sharp point at the front like a knife tip.
The shell-like blade thrust towards Mo Lin's abdomen.
Feng Mingyu saw this scene, feeling extremely anxious; she wanted to help but it was too late.
She could only watch as Mo Lin was ambushed, unable to do anything.
Feng Mingyu's heart was in her throat, her eyes fixed on Mo Lin, and her fists clenched unconsciously.
Mo Lin swung his sword in reverse.
"Pfft..."
Blood splashed into the air...
The young man's arm, holding the Ghost Artifact, fell to the ground.
"Ah..."
A painful wail followed.
The young man's face turned pale with pain, rolling on the ground.
Mo Lin's sword was definitely real, not a toy.
It could sever an arm or take a life with ease.
There was still one Contract Ghost floating in the air.
This ghost's Ghost Skill was interesting, and Mo Lin wanted to tame these three ghosts, so he didn't kill them.
Sensing the danger, the Contract Ghost tried to return to its host.
Mo Lin didn't intend to let the Contract Ghost escape; he raised his hand, suppressing the ghost.
Successfully capturing the three Contract Ghosts into the Ghost Suppression Book.
"Congratulations, you have acquired the Ghost Skill: Instant Movement (Can instantly appear at the farthest point within sight after use.)"
This was the Ghost Skill that Mo Lin was eyeing.
"Name: Dragon Coin
Level: Dangerous Level
Skill: Instant Movement
Netherworld Currency production: 20 units (daily)"
A man's face turned pale as he questioned Mo Lin after losing contact with his Contract Ghost.
"What gives you the right to take my Contract Ghost? Give it back," the man yelled at Mo Lin.
This statement made Mo Lin chuckle.
"Bang!"
Mo Lin kicked the man hard in the chest, sending him to the ground.
"If you don't want to die, get lost..."
Mo Lin had no patience left for these wretched souls.
These people had tried to bully him earlier, thinking they could rely on their numbers.
Now they wanted to morally coerce him into returning the Contract Ghost; wasn't that laughable?
The man was kicked to the ground, but he stubbornly got up again.
He glared at Mo Lin with resentment, but seeing the sword in Mo Lin's hand, stained with blood, he became frightened.
"Anyone else dissatisfied? Step forward." Holding the sword in his right hand, Mo Lin delivered the line with imposing presence.
The scene fell silent, and no one dared to speak.
Over twenty Ghost-Controlling Masters were now just ordinary people.
Their Contract Ghosts had either been slain or taken by Mo Lin.
A Ghost-Controlling Master without a Contract Ghost is no different from a regular person.
Even the Contract Ghosts of several level three Ghost-Controlling Masters were slain by Mo Lin.
Feng Mingyu was numbed.
"Is it so outrageous?"
She had anticipated many outcomes, but never the sight before her.
Mo Lin, alone, exterminated over twenty Contract Ghosts, including Dangerous Level ones.
He was too strong...
Over twenty Ghost-Controlling Masters were now ordinary people.
Mo Lin had mentioned resolving this within ten minutes; he was too modest...
Modest... too modest...
Clearly, it could be resolved within five minutes.
Mo Lin walked into the house, going straight towards the thief hiding in the corner.
The thief looked pale with fear, no trace of his previous arrogance.
He was panicked, visibly shaken.
The thief shrank further into the corner.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Big Brother, please spare me." The thief obediently returned the ten thousand Netherworld Currency he had stolen from Mo Lin.
"Big Brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong." The thief frantically apologized to Mo Lin.
Unfortunately... Mo Lin wasn't buying it.
Wasn't this the act of a scoundrel?
The thief was sorry only because Mo Lin was formidable...
If Mo Lin wasn't strong, would the thief apologize?
Absolutely not, he would have been even more arrogant.
"Which hand stole my stuff?" Mo Lin asked the thief.
The thief was terrified, his voice quivering, "I'm sorry... please, spare me."
"I'm only asking once more, which hand stole my stuff?" Mo Lin's tone was icy, lacking patience for the thief's nonsense.
"Big Brother, I really know I was wrong."
The thief reluctantly extended his right hand, though frightened, he forced himself to do it.
He didn't know what Mo Lin would do if he didn't comply.
"Pfft..."
A spurt of blood gushed out.
The thief's right arm was severed.
The intense pain caused him to faint on the spot.
Mo Lin collected his Netherworld Currency.
Pity the thief?
Mo Lin had no such foolish thoughts.
If he weren't strong enough, he might have been living as a half-dead person by now.
Feng Mingyu was astonished.
Mo Lin had single-handedly smashed Master Sun's operations.
Master Sun's whole operation was about stealing in the black market.
Mo Lin had destroyed it, which undoubtedly smashed Master Sun's livelihood.
Feng Mingyu felt a headache...
She was feeling utterly helpless... the situation had spun beyond her control.
Undoubtedly, Master Sun must be on his way.
Feng Mingyu looked up and, indeed, saw a middle-aged man rushing over in a hurry.
This middle-aged man wore anger on his face, dressed in black leather shoes, moving quickly.
He was Master Sun himself.
Sun Taofei.
He was truly a level four Ghost-Controlling Master, with plenty of connections in the black market.
Not a good person by any means.
To make a name for oneself in the black market, one must have some cunning methods.
With Mo Lin smashing his operation, Sun Taofei's appearance was only a matter of time.
Sun Taofei burst into the hall, immediately spotting Mo Lin standing in the center.
He was filled with rage, quickly striding toward Mo Lin, wearing black shoes.
Such is Sun Taofei.