"You're a level-three Ghost Controller, how can you fear these people?" Mo Lin asked Yun Ling, a note of confusion in his voice.
Yun Ling was not only a level-three Ghost Controller but also possessed two dangerous-level ghosts, which made it difficult to comprehend why she would be afraid of someone like Fat Tiger and his gang.
Before Yun Ling could respond, Fat Tiger, pointing at the sun above, sneered at Mo Lin.
"Why would she fear us?" Fat Tiger scoffed. "She may be a level-three Ghost Controller, and she may possess two dangerous-level ghosts, but what good are they in the sunlight?"
Fat Tiger had long known that ghosts could not appear in the sun, which gave him the audacity to harass Yun Ling and attempt to steal her ghost.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, scheming in the shadows.
Yun Ling bit her lip in frustration, anger bubbling inside her. If not for the fact that ghosts couldn't appear under the sun, she would have summoned her contracted ghosts and taught Fat Tiger and his crew a lesson by now.
"Everyone, leave. I'll handle this," Mo Lin said, stepping forward to block the path of Fat Tiger and his companions.
Fat Tiger smirked arrogantly, his face full of disdain.
"So, you're planning on stopping us all by yourself?"
Mo Lin had clearly invited trouble upon himself, and Fat Tiger was more than willing to give him a harsh lesson.
"Ghost Technique: Soul Chain," Mo Lin muttered under his breath.
With a wave of his hand, a chain resembling iron links materialized in his grasp.
Mo Lin swung his arm violently, and the Soul Chain lashed out, striking Fat Tiger with tremendous force.
"Ah!" Fat Tiger's scream echoed across the square, echoing like a dying animal's cry.
The group of men behind Fat Tiger were so startled by the scene that they instinctively took a step back, not daring to approach.
A deep, bloody gash had appeared on Fat Tiger's right leg, a mark of the vicious strike, making him appear pitiful.
Fat Tiger dropped to one knee, clutching his leg in agony, struggling to even stand up.
Yun Ling's eyes widened in disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
She couldn't comprehend why Mo Lin could use ghost techniques in the sunlight.
For someone like herself, she was incapable of using her ghost powers under the sun. Ghost techniques, at least for her, could only be used in environments sheltered from the sun. The rule was clear—no ghost could manifest in the daylight.
Yet Mo Lin had broken that very rule.
Fat Tiger's pupils dilated, and his expression mirrored Yun Ling's.
The others present were clearly confused.
They had only one question on their minds: Why?
Under normal circumstances, Mo Lin would also be unable to use ghost techniques under the sun.
But Mo Lin possessed a particularly powerful technique—"Fearless."
This ghost technique defied the usual laws, allowing Mo Lin to use his powers without being affected by the sun. He could not only perform ghost techniques but also summon ghosts.
However, there was no need to summon a ghost to deal with Fat Tiger and his gang; it was simply unnecessary.
Slap!
Mo Lin raised his hand once again, and the chain viciously struck Fat Tiger's back.
The sharp pain made Fat Tiger's face contort in agony, and his body collapsed to the ground, rolling to alleviate the pain.
His companions, thoroughly frightened, retreated without a second thought, no longer willing to challenge Mo Lin.
"Anyone else want to block my way?" Mo Lin asked coldly, his eyes scanning the group.
Fat Tiger and his gang fell silent, not daring to speak.
Who would be foolish enough to step forward now?
Fat Tiger had already made a fool of himself.
"How can you use a ghost technique?" Fat Tiger's voice trembled as he asked the question everyone in the group wanted to ask.
"We're all Ghost Controllers—how can you use a ghost technique in broad daylight?"
Just as everyone expected Mo Lin to respond, they were caught off guard when Mo Lin casually muttered a response.
"None of your business."
His words left Fat Tiger speechless.
Fat Tiger had planned to say more, but as his gaze fell upon the Soul Chain in Mo Lin's hand, he swallowed his words. He wasn't about to test his luck any further.
"We're leaving," Mo Lin said, turning toward Yun Ling.
Fat Tiger's group didn't dare to stop them and could only watch in silence as they walked away.
"Yun Ling's arm is bleeding. Can you take a look?" one of the women behind Yun Ling, with her hair tied up high, spoke to Mo Lin.
Yun Ling's arm had a small cut, about three centimeters long, with a little blood oozing from it. This was from a fall earlier, where her arm scraped against the ground—nothing serious.
"Me?" Mo Lin raised an eyebrow, puzzled.
"Yes... Aren't you a Ghost Controller? Please check on Yun Ling's arm. What if it leaves a scar?" the woman urged, worried.
"Are Ghost Controllers omnipotent now? Can they heal injuries? What is this, a fantasy world?" Mo Lin retorted with a smirk. "Stop being superstitious. If you're hurt, go to the hospital and see a doctor."
"I've never heard of going to a Ghost Controller for a wound... What kind of bizarre logic is that?"
The woman's face flushed bright red from embarrassment at Mo Lin's remarks.
Mo Lin was right—of course, one should go to the hospital for injuries.
Yun Ling and the other women took a taxi to the hospital.
Mo Lin suspected that by the time they got there, Yun Ling's wound would have already healed. Of course, he didn't care enough to intervene. Perhaps women were just more concerned about scars.
As Mo Lin drove back home, his phone buzzed with group messages.
Zhao Fei: "What? This new guy can use ghost techniques in the sunlight?"
Wu Guang: "Holy crap... He's that strong?"
Sha Jian: "This isn't scientific."
Feng Mingyu: "Is this for real?"
Yun Ling: "Yes, I saw it with my own eyes."
Feng Mingyu: "Is he good looking? Where is he? I want to meet him."
The conversation in the group was trivial and uninteresting, mostly gossiping about Mo Lin.
Bored, Mo Lin left the group chat and drove back home. The journey took about thirty minutes.
He remembered the route: a left turn, three kilometers, then a right turn, head straight, and then a downhill path leading to the main road.
To his surprise, after descending the hill, Mo Lin didn't see the main road. Thinking he had passed it, he turned right and drove straight.
After an hour of driving in circles, Mo Lin realized something—he was lost.
No matter how much he drove, whether straight or turning left, he couldn't find the way out.
His expression turned tense. Something was wrong...
This wasn't just about being lost.
Mo Lin parked the car and got out.
As soon as he stepped out, he was greeted by a thick white mist, reducing visibility to barely a meter. The scene was starkly different from when he had been driving earlier.
There was no road in sight—only a dirt slope.
The only path was the one he had driven, but it was faint and barely visible.
Mo Lin wasn't sure when he had entered this strange environment.
This didn't seem like a regular situation anymore.
Mo Lin wasn't afraid, but he was cautious. Fear didn't mean being careless.
He grabbed his crystalline blue sword and began walking forward.
After only a meter or so, he caught a faint trace of ghostly energy in the air.
Following the trail, he would soon find the ghost that had blocked his path.