Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department

The other party seemed to be coming directly for Mo Lin.

Blocking the way right in front.

Mo Lin knew nothing about the elder standing before him.

The old woman bent over, revealing a sinister smile.

This smile inevitably made one's heart shiver a little.

"Report your identity?"

"I'm looking for you to retrieve something."

"What thing?"

"The Yellow Springs Book," the old woman said slowly.

Upon hearing the three words "Yellow Springs Book," Mo Lin instantly became alert.

Mo Lin had never mentioned anything about the Yellow Springs Book to anyone.

The other party, however, knew about the Yellow Springs Book at this moment.

"Who sent you?" Mo Lin cautiously questioned the old woman.

The old woman did not answer this question; she again told Mo Lin, "Hand over the Yellow Springs Book."

"Dream on."

A treasure like the Yellow Springs Book, Mo Lin would never hand it over.

Mo Lin's attitude was expected by the old woman.

The old woman slowly raised her hand, a surge of Wish Power emanating from her body.

The Wish Power manifested in four colors.

Four-color Red Dust Immortal.

The old woman raised her hand and charged at Mo Lin.

The four-color Wish Power surged in the air.

Mo Lin also made his move.

Mo Lin raised his palm, and likewise, four-color Wish Power surged out.

When the old woman saw Mo Lin using the four-color Wish Power, there was a clear look of surprise deep in her eyes.

"You're actually... a four-color Red Dust Immortal?"

Before taking action, she had never thought that Mo Lin was actually a four-color Red Dust Immortal.

Now things were troublesome.

In a situation where both were four-color Red Dust Immortals, she found it difficult to capture Mo Lin.

The two surges of four-color Wish Power collided.

The old woman's body was shaken, causing her to stagger backward.

The next moment, the old woman turned and prepared to leave.

The old woman knew that Mo Lin still had cards up his sleeve that he hadn't used.

She had underestimated Mo Lin's methods.

Seeing the old woman preparing to flee, Mo Lin would not let her go so easily.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out, descending directly on the old woman like a waterfall from the sky.

It then trapped the old woman within, cutting off her escape route.

"Who sent you?" Mo Lin asked the old woman again.

"No one instructed me; I came on my own."

The old woman was clearly not prepared to reveal the matters behind the scenes.

Mo Lin acted directly, and Netherworld's Nether Fire enveloped the old woman.

The old woman was struggling to use four-color Wish Power to resist the attack of Netherworld's Nether Fire.

The next moment, Mo Lin used the Great Dao Wishing Power Technique, condensing a four-color Wish Power Longsword, and cut down, ending the old woman's life.

Mo Lin carefully searched the old woman's body, but he did not find any useful clues, and then Mo Lin left.

He returned to Beihai with Zhen Lingling.

Arriving at Beihai, one could clearly sense a chill of ghostly energy.

In the depths of the shadow.

Chen Xi appeared, kneeling on the ground.

"Welcome back, my Lord." Chen Xi knelt before Mo Lin to welcome him.

Behind Chen Xi, there were many ghosts kneeling on the ground, their heads pressed tightly against the ground, not daring to look up at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin felt that Beihai had changed.

More so than before, it felt like a Ghost City.

There were even ghosts guarding it.

Some little ghosts had unfamiliar faces.

Mo Lin slowly said to Zhen Lingling behind him, "From now on, you'll live here."

"Okay." Zhen Lingling nodded, not refusing.

She didn't care where she lived, as long as there was a stable place to stay.

After arranging things for Zhen Lingling, Mo Lin hurried back to the Celestial Sect.

He couldn't be away from the Celestial Sect for too long; if he was discovered, it would be troublesome then.

.....

Celestial Sect.

Red Dust Immortal Lineage.

In the square.

A man was currently hanging in the square.

There were whip marks all over this man's body, and his legs were a bloody mess.

Weakly bowing his head, his wrists were tied with ropes, hanging in front of a large wooden stake.

Some people who saw this scene sighed.

This person was the Red Dust Immortal Lineage's newcomer king, Gan Jianhua.

According to reason, as long as he didn't make mistakes, the future would be smooth sailing, and he might even be cultivated to be a captain-level presence.

A bright future awaited.

But Gan Jianhua surprisingly made a mistake.

Heard it was intentional revenge, killing some Ghost-Controlling Dao disciples who had grudges against him.

So, he was hung here for punishment.

Fu Shuang knew... Gan Jianhua did it to help Mo Lin take Zhen Lingling out of the Celestial Sect, which is why he killed those people.

In the square, disciples of Ghost-Controlling Dao were guarding.

"What are you looking at?"

The Ghost-Controlling Dao disciple chided the Red Dust Immortal disciple in front of him, "This is the consequence of offending our Ghost-Controlling Dao lineage."

His tone was particularly arrogant.

Even though the people from the Red Dust Immortal Lineage were displeased, no one dared to stand up and say anything.

After all, everyone was afraid of causing trouble.

When Mo Lin returned, he heard about Gan Jianhua's situation.

So, Mo Lin went to the square.

Seeing Gan Jianhua covered in blood, hanging on a wooden stake, his appearance very miserable.

Gan Jianhua suddenly saw Mo Lin.

He slightly moved his mouth; although there was no sound, the shape of his mouth.

Obviously telling Mo Lin he was fine and that Mo Lin shouldn't worry.

This matter would soon pass.

Mo Lin knew in his heart that Gan Jianhua turning out this way had a lot to do with him.

"The newcomer king isn't that great, is he?" A Ghost-Controlling Dao disciple mocked Gan Jianhua.

Then, the man picked up a whip and lashed it hard on Gan Jianhua's body.

Gan Jianhua's body tensed with pain, and he gasped sharply.

Mo Lin pushed through the crowd and walked into the square.

"What are you doing?" A Ghost-Controlling Dao disciple suddenly rushed forward to block Mo Lin.

Without any unnecessary words, Mo Lin kicked the man in the chest, sending him flying backward.

Thus, Mo Lin began to untie Gan Jianhua.

"Mo, you're being foolish!"

Seeing Mo Lin clash with Ghost-Controlling Dao people, Gan Jianhua said anxiously: "They won't kill me, at most just hang me for a few days."

"You're mistaken, these people intend to kill you," Mo Lin said seriously to Gan Jianhua.

"Ah..." Gan Jianhua was a bit surprised.

Mo Lin didn't explain to Gan Jianhua, instead he stepped up to protect Gan Jianhua.

In front of them, members of the Ghost-Controlling Dao lineage suddenly gathered.

There were about a dozen people.

"Kid, do you have a death wish for hitting someone from our Ghost-Controlling Dao lineage?" Si Jiao scolded towards Mo Lin.

"This is the territory of our Red Dust Immortal Lineage, we won't tolerate your arrogance."

Mo Lin sternly rebuked.

"Your Red Dust Immortal Lineage is nothing!" Si Jiao disdainfully shouted.

He had just finished speaking when members of the surrounding Red Dust Immortal Lineage began to gather.

The people from the Ghost-Controlling Dao lineage had been incredibly arrogant these days.

The members of the Red Dust Immortal Lineage had long been displeased with them.

It was just because there was no one to lead them that everyone tolerated it.

But as Mo Lin stood up, nobody wanted to endure any longer.

Mo Lin rushed forward, grabbing Si Jiao by the collar, and scolded, "You actually dared to kill someone? Who gave you the courage?"

The whip Si Jiao held in his hand was highly problematic.

He seemed to be merely whipping Gan Jianhua.

In reality, there was much more to it.

Each whipping would take away a bit of Gan Jianhua's lifespan.

Only Gan Jianhua himself hadn't noticed it.