砰...砰...砰!砰!砰!
一连串快速的打击如雷般落下,楚行差点被莫林打成魂魄散去.
"拜托...怜悯吧,我的主...怜悯..."楚星终于开口乞求.
他不想让自己的灵魂四散.
莫林早就预料到了这一点.在他担任阴柴期间,他对鬼魂已经非常了解了.
鬼魂最害怕死亡.而鬼魂越虚弱,恐惧就越强烈.
"我是鬼界的鬼..."楚行结结巴巴地回答.
砰!他已经给出了答案,但莫林还是毫不犹豫地狠狠地打在了他身上.
原因只有一个:莫林鄙视鬼界的鬼魂.鬼界鬼魂,本来就是邪恶的.即使在冥界,他们也从事恶行,杀戮和以弱者为食.
莫林是夜斗司的一员,永远与鬼界不和.他的许多弟子同伴——他的前辈和后辈——已经在与那些邪恶灵魂的无休止的冲突中丧生.而那场流血事件已经在他心中刻下了一种深深的仇恨,任何时间都无法钝化.
现在,楚行勉强粘附在形体上,他的身体变得半透明,像垂死的火焰一样闪烁.
"鬼界目前在凡间有多少只阴柴级的鬼魂?"莫林问道,急需情报.
"我...我不知道,"楚行虚弱地回答.
"他们中间有阴司级别的鬼吗?"
"不过...还是不知道.楚行又摇了摇头.
他只是一个低级的鬼魂,只是在这片地区占有可怜的股份.他对上层一无所知.
莫林皱起眉头.他没有再多问什么,将一只手掌按在楚行的额头上.一个字在他的掌心中发光——镇——压制.
楚行仿佛被吸进了一个漩涡中,消失得无影无踪.
祝贺!你已经获得了鬼技能:灵魂锁链.
另一行文字出现在"压鬼手札"的第二页上:
名字:楚行类:恐怖级技能:魂链幽冥币 产出:40元/天
增加了一个被动收入流.
莫林制服的鬼越强,下界货币的指数级收益就越大.
而幽冥货币也不是小事——它可以提升修为,炼制鬼器,甚至赋予官阶.越多越好.
有了足够的积蓄,莫林甚至可以将自己提升到洞主的地位.如果他心情大方,他甚至可以任命几个鬼柴手下听他的吩咐.
当然,前提是他有足够的资金.
看着恶灵被封印,云老深呼出一口气,瘫倒在地上,大口喘着气.
如果不是莫林插手,他今晚就会死在这里.
他的目光落在散落在地上的五具残破的尸体上-有些失去了肢体,有些被撕成两半-他的心因恐惧而紧紧握住.他差点就要加入他们了.
这次远征使他付出了沉重的代价.
Three precious ghost tools had been destroyed.
One arm was now gone.
And his pride had suffered a blow no mending could heal.
Old Yun glanced repeatedly at Mo Lin, eyes filled with unfeigned admiration.
This young man was simply too powerful.
As the saying went:
The waves of the Yangtze River push forward the ones behind, and the ones ahead are dashed upon the shore.
He was old now, and resisting that fact no longer seemed wise.
"Young friend, thank you for saving my life," Old Yun said with deep sincerity, bowing toward Mo Lin.
"Money," Mo Lin responded, stretching out his hand.
"Ah—yes, of course!"
Old Yun fished into his pocket and handed over his last three thousand Nether yuan, blood still clinging to the notes.
Mo Lin accepted the payment.
He had earned it.
Click...
Suddenly, the dark sky was engulfed in a haze of grey-white light.
It came from every direction, washing the village in its pale glow like the return of daylight.
A convoy of pickup trucks approached, their headlights illuminating Mo Lin directly.
Thrum-thrum-thrum...
The rumble of helicopter rotors filled the air as a black chopper circled overhead.
Around them, several SUVs and more pickups skidded to a stop.
From them descended figures dressed in black leather coats, each carrying metal cases.
Blinding lights focused on Mo Lin's face.
He raised an arm to shield his eyes and squinted through the glare, barely making out the shadowy figures approaching him.
"I am with the Ghost Suppression Bureau," came the voice of a woman, cool and mature.
"Where is the ghost that needs to be contained?" she asked, her tone frosty and official.
The Ghost Suppression Bureau was a national force, an organization formed by the state to capture and manage supernatural entities.
It was vast, filled with talent, shrouded in deep political backing and formidable strength.
Even someone like Old Yun, experienced and respected, had to yield in their presence.
They handled all ghost-related matters, both minor and catastrophic.
Every major city had a branch of the Bureau.
"It's taken care of. The ghost has already been repelled," Old Yun replied diplomatically.
He deliberately avoided mentioning that Mo Lin had subdued the ghost.
There was no need to invite further complications.
"Treat Old Yun's wounds and escort them both to safety," the woman ordered icily.
"No need..." Old Yun began to refuse, but she interrupted again.
"Old Yun, don't be modest. Miss Xianyun has already paid."
Upon hearing this, Old Yun said no more and allowed the medics to tend to his injuries.
Miss Xianyun had suffered immense losses tonight.
They hadn't managed to capture the dangerous-class ghost.
She had spent over three million in cash.
Several irreplaceable ghost tools had been destroyed.
And now, with the Bureau involved, she would surely owe another hefty sum.
Wrapped in a bodyguard's coat, Xianyun stumbled from the crowd.
Her wounds had been hastily bandaged.
Bruises marred her knees, and she wore a pair of oversized men's shoes.
"Old Yun... I'm so sorry," she murmured, eyes falling on his missing arm as shame consumed her.
Old Yun was a distant relative of hers, and seeing him maimed on her account twisted her heart with guilt.
"This wasn't your fault," Old Yun replied with surprising calm.
"We believed it was a simple dangerous-class ghost—easy enough to catch. Who would've guessed it was one of terror-class?
Blame me. I underestimated the threat. I was careless."
His words, laced with unexpected grace, drew the attention of the cold-voiced woman.
She glanced once more at Mo Lin.
Someone who could defeat a terror-class ghost singlehandedly... clearly, he was no ordinary man.
"My savior... are you all right? Did that ghost harm you?" Xianyun asked Mo Lin gently.
"You should be asking whether the ghost survived me," Mo Lin retorted.
"If it ran into me, it was simply out of luck."
Seeing that he was unharmed, Xianyun said nothing more and arranged for a vehicle to take him away.
— — —
Mo Lin was put up in a luxurious hotel, courtesy of Xianyun.
He was given a lavish two-bedroom suite.
Sprawled on the downy mattress, he let himself sink into the unfamiliar softness—such comforts were foreign in the Underworld.
While lying there, he toyed with his Ghost-Suppressing Codex.
As his fingers traced the pages, a misty wisp of black-blue Nether Qi danced around his fingertips.
The Qi transformed.
First, it became a single twenty-yuan note.
Then, two ten-yuan notes.
Then, twenty one-yuan bills.
Like a sleight of hand performance, the value remained the same, but the form changed.
All Yin Chai learned this trick—converting denominations for easier trade.
Back in the Underworld, Mo Lin often broke down large notes for day-to-day exchanges.
This twenty-yuan reward had been gifted by the Codex.
Mo Lin retrieved the three thousand yuan he'd earned from Old Yun and stored it within the book.
Knock knock knock...
A knock on the door.
Mo Lin closed the Codex and rose from the bed to answer it.
Opening the door, he saw a woman standing there in a black jacket and a gleaming necklace.
Her features were refined, delicately beautiful, and her skin fair as porcelain.
"Hello," she said politely, her voice calm and melodious.
"My name is Li Bingyan."