Mo Lin was desperately running ahead, and the Soul Stealing Ghost was chasing him from behind.
The Soul Stealing Ghost's body was an oily green, and his right hand held a sickle-like hook.
"I'm going to make a fortune... capturing such a powerful soul, my master will surely reward me," the Soul Stealing Ghost said merrily as he followed Mo Lin.
Mo Lin's soul would only grow weaker after leaving his body.
The distance between Mo Lin and the Soul Stealing Ghost was noticeably closing.
The Soul Stealing Ghost's right hand swung the hook with a motion similar to roping a horse.
He kept aiming at Mo Lin.
Then the Soul Stealing Ghost swung the hook from his hand.
Mo Lin's heart was pierced directly by the Soul Stealing Ghost's hook.
The next moment, his soul uncontrollably retracted rapidly and was caught by the Soul Stealing Ghost.
"Come with me."
The Soul Stealing Ghost held Mo Lin and quickly departed.
He had no intention of killing Mo Lin.
