After reaching the top of the mountain, a chill could be clearly felt.
Behind Mo Lin, two ghosts appeared at some point.
These two ghosts were also very low-level, just ordinary ghosts.
Mo Lin swung his longsword, easily dealing with the two ghosts.
Since Mo Lin arrived here, all he had encountered were these low-level ghosts.
Mo Lin moved forward again, suddenly hearing the sound of stones falling to the ground.
Mo Lin followed the direction of the sound and saw a shallow entrance to a cave.
A man in a blue denim jacket was curled up on the ground, his body trembling.
The blood on his arm had just scabbed over, and there was a bruise on his face.
Seeing Mo Lin, the man jolted and tensely stared at Mo Lin.
"Are you... human?"
"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.
As soon as Zhao Fei realized Mo Lin wasn't a ghost, he rushed forward excitedly like seeing a lifeline.
"Brother, are you with the Ghost-Controlling Society?"
