Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

Wei Fu and the others died in a very strange manner.

Mo Lin once again looked into the distance at Qin Yuyu.

All of this is just too bizarre.

There's always a feeling like something is off.

Have we fallen into a cycle?

Always repeating?

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Yuyu asked Mo Lin.

Mo Lin didn't answer her.

At this moment, Mo Lin's gaze was focused on the distance.

Waiting for Wei Xu to appear.

Ten minutes... thirty minutes... sixty minutes...

Wei Xu didn't appear.

But Qin Yuyu did.

Mo Lin lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Mo Lin chose to leave the Pure Origin and Profound Dao Hall, walking down a path continuously.

Walking towards the light, not knowing how long he walked.

The light gradually became dim.

The end of this road was darkness.

Suddenly Mo Lin remembered a word that the blue Little Ghost said before, Nightmare Realm.

Which means that Mo Lin still hasn't gotten out yet.

He's still trapped here.

In the pitch-black night, a gleam of light appeared.

Mo Lin walked towards the source of the light.

There was a thatched hut.

A very old-style house.

This kind of house has long been outdated by the times.

Outside the thatched hut, a kerosene lamp was lit.

It was this gleam of light that attracted Mo Lin.

Within a few kilometers around, there was only this gleam of light.

An elderly man dressed in a yellow robe slowly appeared in view.

This elder walked out of the thatched hut, paused for a moment upon seeing Mo Lin.

"Young man... locked in here? Can't get out?" The elder smiled.

"Hmm..."

Mo Lin stepped forward and slowly said to the old man, "Senior, do you know where this place is? Why did I come here?"

"Why should I tell you?" The yellow-robed elder kept Mo Lin silent by asking.

Seeing Mo Lin's blank expression, the elder spoke again, "I am the Guardian of this place...

This is the Nightmare Realm... shouldn't you be asking questions differently? Asking for help empty-handed?"

Mo Lin suddenly realized, "I get it... I get it..."

As he said this, Mo Lin respectfully handed over a thousand Netherworld Currency from the Ghost Suppression Book.

"Senior, this is a little token of my appreciation."

The moment the elder saw the Netherworld Currency, a kind smile appeared on his face.

"Little brother, you truly understand things."

Receiving money does make a difference in attitude.

"Why did I come here?" This really was the most puzzling thing for Mo Lin.

"Someone at the Nightmare Temple took money to summon you over, so you came." The yellow-robed elder said to Mo Lin.

"Under normal circumstances, after you first entered, you should have died... but someone outside saved you, so you survived."

Mo Lin offered another ten thousand Netherworld Currency.

"Senior... Please, don't stand on ceremony with me."

"Oh... young man, you're too kind."

The moment the elder saw the ten thousand Netherworld Currency, his eyes lit up.

"There's a knack to this... let me tell you in detail."

"The first time you came in, it was the Void Nightmare Realm; there, everyone will fall into a cycle, the same things will keep occurring, and the same people will appear. Under normal circumstances, once people fall in, they can't get out.

You're lucky, someone saved you, but you haven't completely left the Nightmare Realm."

In simpler terms, Mo Lin was previously trapped in the Void Nightmare Realm, destined to endlessly cycle until death.

But someone stepped in to save him.

It was probably Wei Fu and others from the real world.

Mo Lin had seen the shadows of those people before.

Now, Mo Lin was in the actual Nightmare Realm.

"You offended someone, who intended to drag you into the Nightmare Realm to kill you. Instead, you turned misfortune into fortune, not dying but actually entering the Nightmare Realm." The elder said to Mo Lin again.

All the affairs now have their truths revealed.

Those bizarre happenings now have reasonable explanations.

"Coming here is an opportunity for you." The elder hinted mysteriously to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin offered another ten thousand Netherworld Currency to the elder.

After accepting the money, the elder no longer held back, pointing behind him.

"In there is the Nightmare Realm, and inside there's a temple called the Nightmare Temple.

Inside is an immortal named the Three Nightmare Immortals.

If you offer him enough money... the more, the better. As long as you have enough, he'll accept you as a registered disciple."

"Then you'll be a registered disciple of the Nightmare Temple."

"What benefits does a registered disciple have?"

"Lots of benefits... it can turn misfortune into fortune." The elder explained.

"Thank you for the guidance, senior."

Mo Lin's heart began to race; indeed, this was an opportunity.

"Go inside!" The elder waved his hand, indicating for Mo Lin to enter.

Looking at Mo Lin's back, the elder reminded, "If you can't find the Nightmare Temple, go to a place called Nightmare Street... also... money makes the ghost go..."

Mo Lin's silhouette completely disappeared from his view.

The elder looked at the more than twenty thousand Netherworld Currency in his pocket and smiled.

"He's quite a wealthy kid..."

Then the elder's gaze suddenly focused.

He waved his hand to block the front.

A dark figure was grabbed from the shadows by him.

The shadow was harshly thrown to the ground.

"What are you doing?" The elder shouted at the shadow.

"Senior, I want to go to the Nightmare Realm..." The shadow respectfully answered.

"Got Netherworld Currency?"

"Yes... here's a little token from me." The shadow took out two hundred Netherworld Currency from his pocket.

"Smack!"

The elder directly slapped the shadow hard across the face, scolding, "Scram...."

Two hundred Netherworld Currency, fooling a ghost?

"Senior... didn't that person just go in?" The shadow reluctantly retorted.

"Smack..." The elder again slapped the shadow hard on the face.

"How dare you compare yourself to him?"

Two hundred Netherworld Currency compared to twenty thousand?

"Scram... show up here again and I'll make sure you die." The elder scolded.

The shadow dared not say more, turned, and left.

.....

Mo Lin walked slowly along the dark road.

It was still very dark here... Mo Lin was like a headless fly, always moving forward.

Didn't see anything, the Nightmare Temple.

Mo Lin felt grateful, having Netherworld Currency.

Previously communicating with that yellow-robed elder, Mo Lin noticed something. If he didn't have Netherworld Currency, he'd probably have ended up differently.

The ghosts here seem to be quite pragmatic.

"A living person?" a cold voice came through.

Mo Lin looked in the direction of the voice but saw nothing.

"Here..."

The voice came from below. Mo Lin looked down and saw a small coal-like thing standing below.

This thing was round, with a body appearing charcoal black.

It looked somewhat like a sea urchin.

"This is the Nightmare Realm; without someone to guide you, it'll be difficult for you to find the place you want to go in your lifetime."

The coalball slowly spoke to Mo Lin, "Guiding costs two hundred Netherworld Currency, finding someone costs one thousand."

"Is Netherworld Currency very important to you?" Mo Lin found something interesting.

The yellow-robed elder had also hinted at wanting money from Mo Lin.

The coalball ghost in front of him also immediately asked for Netherworld Currency.

"Of course... this is the Nightmare Realm, and Netherworld Currency is very scarce. As long as you have enough, you can practically walk sideways in the Nightmare Realm!"

The coalball ghost's remark caused Mo Lin's heart to race.

Enough Netherworld Currency?

Mo Lin seemed to meet this criterion.