Zhang Ghost opened his mouth, spewing out a cloud of black smoke that enveloped Mo Lin, obscuring his vision.
He seized the opportunity to escape.
His current strength was too weak; he was no match for Mo Lin. His only option was to run to survive.
Zhang Ghost had just escaped about two meters when a chain pursued him from behind.
Zhang Ghost was shocked, turning around to try and evade the chain’s pursuit.
But the chain clung to him like a bone-gnawing maggot, relentlessly chasing after Zhang Ghost.
Zhang Ghost shouted angrily, swatting at the chain above.
The moment his hand touched the chain, it twisted around his arm and enveloped his entire body.
Zhang Ghost immediately lost the ability to resist, falling straight to the ground.
Mo Lin looked at the incapacitated Zhang Ghost lying on the ground, feeling quite satisfied.
The Ghost Skill Soul Chain was very effective, quite good at capturing ghosts.
"Mo Lin, don’t be too arrogant... This is the mortal world; my Ghost Realm reigns supreme. There’s no place for your Yedou here."
Perhaps fearing that Mo Lin would disperse his soul, Zhang Ghost hastily issued a tough remark.
Even though he couldn’t defeat Mo Lin, he at least had a verbal outlet.
Mo Lin wasn’t planning to kill Zhang Ghost; he had many questions to ask. The most update n0vels are published on N()velFire.net
Mo Lin placed his right hand on Zhang Ghost’s forehead, suppressing him.
Mo Lin had no intention of giving this ghost to Xianyun.
This ghost was too fierce, inherently bloodthirsty, and Xianyun couldn’t handle such a malevolent spirit.
"Congratulations on acquiring the Ghost Skill: Black Fog."
The third page of the Ghost Suppression Book contained a new line of writing.
Netherworld Currency Output: 40 units (daily)
Another ghost successfully suppressed.
Mo Lin gained another source of income.
"So, the ghost has been suppressed just like that?"
"Did this person capture the ghost of Dragon Fire?"
"When did Yun Chuan have such a formidable person?"
A horror-level ghost was subdued just like that?
Wang Bing and the others watching were all stunned by this scene.
This was a horror-level ghost, subdued by Mo Lin in just a few minutes.
Absolutely terrifying.
Dragon Fire saw his contract ghost being suppressed by Mo Lin, immediately became anxious, and rushed forward, grabbing Mo Lin’s hand and shouting.
"Give it back to me, that’s my contract ghost, give it back..."
Dragon Fire had his current status entirely thanks to this contract ghost.
Now, without the contract ghost, he was nothing.
"Should I return this ghost to you so you can kill people? Take lives?"
"I didn’t kill anyone... I didn’t..." Dragon Fire couldn’t accept it at all, his contract ghost being taken by someone else.
"This... this..." Wang Bing stood dumbfounded.
A fourth-level Ghost-Controlling Master, without his contract ghost, was nothing.
Dragon Fire now was no different from a normal person.
This moment once again refreshed Wang Bing’s understanding of Mo Lin.
Mo Lin was too strong, managing to take away someone else’s contract ghost, such a method was too outrageous.
This kind of skill was astonishing.
Never had he heard of anyone being able to snatch someone else’s contract ghost.
Dragon Fire was like a petty hooligan, being unreasonable.
He wanted to get back his contract ghost.
But Mo Lin wouldn’t give it to him.
After all, that contract ghost had done countless evil deeds in the mortal world. If returned to Dragon Fire, who knows how many more people would be harmed.
A moment ago he was a fourth-level Ghost-Controlling Master; the next, he was an ordinary person, and the crowd couldn’t even react.
"Take him to the public security bureau; he has killed at least a dozen people, many of whom were children." Mo Lin instructed Wang Bing.
Wang Bing quickly reacted, "What? This guy actually killed people?"
Wang Bing gave Dragon Fire a hard glare, then arranged for people to bind Dragon Fire and send him to the security bureau.
This was the end Dragon Fire deserved.
The Wang Family members looked at Mo Lin like he was a monster.
Wang Bing stepped forward, smacked Yang Xu on the back of the head, and scolded, "Idiot, where’s the Yin Messenger?"
Yang Xu pointed towards the room, stammering, "Inside... the room..."
"Mo is my friend, he’s a good person..." Wang Bing shouted loudly to remind the crowd.
Those who were in shock just now snapped back to reality.
"Stop standing there stupidly, invite the honored guest inside." Wang Bing’s father, Wang Haibei, invited Mo Lin in.
Mo Lin followed Wang Bing into the Wang family living room.
On the coffee table in the living room, there was a wooden cage covered with black cloth.
Wang Bing stepped forward and handed the wooden cage to Mo Lin.
"Mo, this is what you wanted."
Mo Lin lifted the cover, revealing a black doll with limbs pierced by thin red strings, suspended in the center.
Upon seeing this black doll, Mo Lin realized this Yin Messenger was not his senior sister.
The black doll, which had shown no reaction until now, seemed to sense something and slowly looked up.
"Master... be careful..."
He was too weak, so weak that he could barely speak.
Mo Lin attempted to open the wooden cage.
A crisp sound rang out, as if electricity had encountered water, creating a noise accompanied by flashes of light.
Mo Lin’s hand was shocked with pain, and he had to let go of the cage.
Only Mo Lin had this reaction.
Looking at Wang Bing beside him, when he touched the cage, no such reaction occurred.
Mo Lin frowned slightly, using Ghost Qi to cover his arm, then attempted to shake the cage again.
This time, the cage reacted even more.
The strange patterns engraved on the cage seemed to activate, emitting a golden light.
Then a red string on the cage rushed towards Mo Lin, quickly wrapping around his body.
Mo Lin drew his crystal-blue longsword from his waist, slicing the red string.
With another slash, he cut the cage open.
The wooden cage shattered into pieces, debris scattering on the ground.
After this, Mo Lin sheathed the crystal-blue longsword.
Even though he showed no expression, Wang Bing was as shocked as raging waves within.
Only by using an unknown cage was Mo Lin forced to employ a Yin Artifact.
It was clear that whoever captured the Yin Messenger was quite powerful.
Mo Lin, after destroying the cage, undoubtedly alerted the one who placed the restriction.
Mo Lin’s hand rested on the Ghost Messenger’s body, infusing him with Ghost Qi.
The Ghost Messenger was grievously injured, left hollow and only a shell remained.
Mo Lin’s Ghost Qi could only ensure the Ghost Messenger didn’t become a Scattered Soul temporarily.
To completely heal this Ghost Messenger would require at least twenty thousand Netherworld Currency.
Awkwardly, Mo Lin currently had no money...
"Do you have money? Can you lend some Netherworld Currency?" Mo Lin slowly asked Wang Bing beside him.
"I have some, but not much."
Wang Bing had spent 20,000 Netherworld Currency buying the Yin Messenger from the Jin Ancestral Hall, nearly emptying his family’s reserves, so he really didn’t have much left.
"Mo, I can gather ten thousand Netherworld Currency for you, would that be sufficient?"
Although ten thousand Netherworld Currency wasn’t enough to completely heal the Ghost Messenger’s injuries, it was sufficient to bring him back to life.
Wang Bing left to gather the currency and returned after about thirty minutes with a small bag.
This bag contained various amounts of Netherworld Currency, totaling just over nine thousand.
Wang Bing had done his best to raise the money, leveraging all his contacts to gather this sum.
Mo Lin opened the bag, and with a wave of his hand, the Netherworld Currency vanished as if burned, transforming into a cloud of gas.
Mo Lin gathered this Nether Qi into the Ghost Messenger’s body, filling it.
The Ghost Messenger’s body grew from palm-sized to adult-size.