After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 13 Sir, Please Stop
Mo Lin's chest was moving, as if something was about to come out.

"Vomited?"

Wang Bing hurried forward to support Mo Lin.

"Brother Mo, what are you doing? You vomit when you don't agree with something?"

"Damage the Jin Ancestral Hall and embarrass these guys?"

Mo Lin frowned slightly. Is this Wang Bing a funny guy?

Wang Bing really couldn't see any clues.

In his eyes, Mo Lin looked like he had eaten something unclean and was vomiting.

And the extent of the vomiting is a bit exaggerated.

It seemed like something was about to come out of Mo Lin's mouth.

Several middle-aged people in the Jin Temple were surrounding Mo Lin at this time.

"Boy, don't ask about the Yin Cha's affairs."

"I see that you are not feeling well, so please leave now." The middle-aged man waved his hand to drive Mo Lin away.

At this time, this group of people did not realize the seriousness of the matter.

This group of people didn't even know why they couldn't summon their contracted ghosts.

If these people knew what Mo Lin was doing, perhaps they wouldn't act so relaxed.

Just when the person inside Mo Lin was about to come out, an old man in Taoist clothes slowly appeared.

The old man had a white beard, sallow skin, and was very thin. There was no flesh on his body, only bones and a wrinkled skin.

But he walked with great strength and was full of energy.

"Sir, please put away your magical powers and stop arguing with these ignorant juniors."

In the eyes of others, Mo Lin may be ordinary.

But in his eyes it was a different picture.

In his eyes, he could see ghost energy surging from behind Mo Lin, and he could even hear the horrible roar of the thing in Mo Lin's stomach.

The sound made him feel scared.

Maybe it’s because he is a serious Taoist priest and is more sensitive to ghosts.

"Who are you?" Mo Lin stared at the white-haired old man in confusion.

"I am the master of this Taoist temple. I have the final say here." The old man slowly reported his identity.

Now that the person in charge has come out, Mo Lin doesn't need to waste any means. He took a deep breath and put the thing he was about to summon back into his stomach.

Once the Taoist temple's managers come out, the problem will be easily solved.

"Sir, please come in." The Taoist master pointed inside the house and invited Mo Lin.

His politeness to Mo Lin immediately aroused dissatisfaction among several managers of the Jin Ancestral Hall.

"Master, this guy caused a scene at the auction," a middle-aged man said in dissatisfaction.

"Master, this guy is here to cause trouble." Another man quickly echoed.

"You should expel him."

"Shut up...you are a bunch of blind people." The Taoist master scolded coldly.

The voice was cold, and the several middle-aged men who were about to refute immediately shut up.

He looked at Mo Lin timidly and then said nothing.

Mo Lin followed the old man into the room.

Wang Bing stood at Mo Lin's original position, staring at the "saliva" left by Mo Lin before.

"Pick it up and put it away. Quickly."

This voice sounded in Wang Bing’s mind.

The voice urged him to pick up the saliva that Mo Lin had spit out before.

Wang Bing could only describe it in one word: "Disgusting."

The key point is that the one who made him pick up the saliva was not someone else, but his contracted ghost.

"This is saliva...a bit disgusting," Wang Bing said with disgust.

This was the first time he spoke to his contracted ghost.

The two of them were talking because Mo Lin was spitting.
There are so many people around, are you picking up Mo Lin’s spit water?
This is too disgusting.

And doesn’t he want to save face?

"Pick it up quickly." The contracted ghost's voice became increasingly angry. This thing is not saliva.

This is a liquid formed when the ghost energy becomes dense to a certain degree.

This thing came out of the adult in Mo Lin's body.

For a ghost, a big tonic can at least improve his strength.

More importantly, this liquid does not need to be refined and can be absorbed directly.

And it can be absorbed 100%, which is much simpler than absorbing ghost money, and the benefits are also greater.

Wang Bing's mind suddenly shook, and he felt the urgency and anxiety of the contracted ghost.

"What is this?" Wang Bing couldn't help but ask.

"Shut up... pick it up." The contracted ghost was really angry. He was too disdainful to talk too much to an ordinary person.

His roar frightened Wang Bing.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet, find a piece of toilet paper, then squat on the ground and pick up the saliva on the ground.

Strangely enough, the saliva appeared sticky on the ground, and there were three drops of it.

He had thought the toilet paper would absorb the three drops of saliva.

But something unexpected happened. After being wrapped by the toilet paper, the three drops of saliva were not absorbed by the toilet paper. Instead, they gathered together and were about the size of a thumb.

It's like a piece of gummy bear, jiggling on the toilet paper.

At this time, Wang Bing no longer cared about the eyes of the people around him. He quickly wrapped the toilet paper and then put the toilet paper wrapped in "saliva" into his pocket.

Wang Bing looked up and saw Xianyun staring at him with a pair of dark eyes and a slight curl of her lips.

His face was full of shock, disgust, and even a little nausea.

"I..." Wang Bing opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain.

Xianyun clasped her hands on her chest, took two steps back, and distanced herself from Wang Bing, which was very obvious.

She found Wang Bing disgusting.

Wang Bing didn't know how to explain it, so he just gave up.

in the room.

"I, Li Hui, am here to pay my respects to the Lord of the Underworld." The white-haired old man bent down and took the initiative to greet Mo Lin.

"Do you know the underworld?" Mo Lin was very surprised. He didn't expect that someone would recognize his clothes.

"When I was young, I dealt with the ghosts in the underworld and was fortunate enough to see the underworld." Li Hui was a Taoist priest when he was young and had some skills.

Later, when ghosts and monsters came, the abilities he possessed were fully demonstrated.

Mo Lin didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point and slowly said to Li Hui: "I want to investigate something. Who caught the ghost messenger?"

"I'm old now, and I don't care about the affairs of the Jin Ancestral Hall anymore, but I can ask for you."

"Qingyun, come in." Li Hui shouted towards the door.

Then a middle-aged man, neatly dressed in a black suit, walked into the room.

"Grandpa, you called me." Qingyun greeted Li Hui politely.

"Who caught the ghost?"

"This is a trade secret and cannot be disclosed." Qingyun replied with a smile.

But when he saw Li Hui's serious expression, the smile on his face gradually froze and he quickly added.

"I don't know who the other party is. He just consigned the ghost messenger to us, and we take a 10% commission."

"You didn't get involved in the ghost catching business, did you?" Li Hui asked again.

"Grandpa, you think too highly of me. I don't have that kind of ability!" Qingyun said quickly.

Li Hui didn't say anything. He waited quietly for Mo Lin to express his opinion.

"What's the other party's name? What force? Where is he from?" Mo Lin asked.

"The other party doesn't seem to be from Yunchuan. He asked me to call him Grandpa Sun. As for his specific power and identity, I know nothing about it."

Afraid that Mo Lin would not believe what he said, Qing Yun added: "The other party's identity is kept secret very well, and I have only met him once.

If you want to find him, I can contact you when he comes to pick up the ghost money."

"it is good."

Mo Lin left his cell phone number and left.

(End of this chapter)