After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 152: Identity of a Direct Disciple
I dare not talk about other things, except for ghost money, which Mo Lin has a lot of.

Excluding the ghost money that Mo Lin had wasted before in order to extract Dao power, Mo Lin now has at least 500,000 ghost money in his ghost-suppressing book.

"Why are the ghost money from the Nightmare Realm so important?" Mo Lin asked the coal-ball ghost curiously.

"Scarcity makes things valuable. The output of Hell Money in the Nightmare Realm is very small, which makes it very precious." The Coal Ball Ghost said to Mo Lin truthfully.

When he said this, Mo Lin also felt it.

The ghost energy in the Nightmare Realm is extremely scarce, even close to non-existent.

If there is not enough ghost energy, then ghost money will naturally be scarce.

Ghosts cannot live without ghost money, which makes ghost money very valuable in the nightmare world.

"Here you go." Mo Lin generously took out a thousand ghost banknotes and handed them to the black ball ghost.

The moment the coal-ball ghost saw the one thousand paper money for the dead, he was so excited that he wanted to jump up.

"Thank you for your gift, sir." Even the tone of his voice became much more polite.

I have to say he is very good at playing tricks.

"Sir...if you have anything to ask, just tell me and I will do it for you."

It's different when you give money. The coal-ball kid is especially enthusiastic.

"I'm going to the Nightmare Temple." Mo Lin directly stated his purpose.

"Nightmare Temple? Are you going to look for the Three Nightmare Immortals?"

The coal-ball kid walked in front and said to Mo Lin, "Follow me."

As he spoke, the coal-ball kid took out something that looked like a rope and handed it to Mo Lin.

"Hold on!"

Something strange happened when Mo Lin was holding the rope.

The originally dark surroundings suddenly became brightly lit.

You can even see the road clearly.

Molin just followed the coal-ball kid.

"Are the Three Nightmare Immortals very powerful?" Mo Lin asked the Coal Ball Imp curiously.

"Of course he is a ghost, but he calls himself an immortal. Don't you think he is not powerful?"

The coal-ball ghost said again: "I know why you are looking for her. You want to be her disciple, right?"

"Yeah." Mo Lin nodded.

"Just like you, a few days ago, someone also approached the Three Nightmares Immortals, wanting to become her registered disciple."

"What happened later?" Mo Lin asked curiously.

"It seems that I have become a registered disciple of the Three Nightmare Immortals."

As the two were talking, they came to a street.

The streets are lit with lanterns, just walk along them.

I saw a big temple.

The temple is covered with black tiles, and there are two ghosts guarding the door.

The coal-ball ghost pointed at the temple and said to Mo Lin, "We're here. This is the Nightmare Temple."

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Mo Lin arrived outside the temple gate, he was stopped by two ghosts guarding the gate.

"My two brothers, I'm here to look for the Three Nightmare Immortals." Mo Lin said with a smile.

"Outsiders are not allowed to enter the temple." The ghost guarding the gate snorted coldly.

"Go back to where you came from." Another ghost also said.

"Brother."

Mo Lin was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Don't you understand?" The gatekeeper ghost was about to get angry when he saw Mo Lin holding a stack of paper money for the dead.

This ghost money probably costs more than three thousand?
even more.

"Cough cough!" The gatekeeper ghost coughed.

"Brother, I'm sorry, my voice was a bit loud just now. Don't take it seriously."

"We two brothers have been a little upset lately, so please don't bother with us." Another gatekeeper ghost also said.

I have to say, having money really helps.

These ghosts have completely different attitudes before and after seeing the money.

"My two brothers, this money is divided among you." Mo Lin handed the money to the gatekeeper ghost.

"Be good!"

The gatekeeper ghost was particularly excited.

This is not just dozens or hundreds...this is thousands of ghost money!

This is really a big deal.

"Brother, Lord Yanxian hasn't come back yet. How about you wait for a while?"

"Okay." Mo Lin nodded and replied.

"Brother, you can't do this empty-handed!"

The gatekeeper ghost reminded Mo Lin: "Be sure to bring a gift when you see Lord Nightmare!"

"Okay, I know." Gift?

Mo Lin already had an idea in mind.

Ghost money is the best gift Mo Lin has prepared.

"I want to be a registered disciple. Do you have any good suggestions?"

"Brother, you have money. If possible, you should choose the status of a direct disciple."

"I also suggest that you choose the identity of a direct disciple."

"There are three identities: registered disciple, ordinary disciple, and direct disciple. Among them, the identity of direct disciple is the best."

"If you can become a direct disciple, the benefits will be beyond your imagination."

"You can dispatch the people under the command of the Three Nightmare Immortals at will!"

Perhaps because they received benefits from Mo Lin, these two gatekeepers told Mo Lin everything.

"Thank you for the reminder, brothers."

Mo Lin already had an idea in mind.

"Here he comes. Lord Nightmare Immortal is back. You can go in." The gatekeeper ghost said to Mo Lin.

Mo Lin nodded and walked into the Nightmare Temple.

It’s not very big inside, only about three hundred square meters.

The decoration is very simple.

There is a statue right in front.

The statue is pitch black, has three heads and six arms, and looks very majestic.

As he entered the temple, Mo Lin felt a terrifying pressure.

"What's the matter?" A scolding voice came from somewhere.

"I am Mo Lin, a junior, and I would like to ask for the status of a direct disciple." Mo Lin said slowly.

As Mo Lin's voice fell, an invisible force directly pushed Mo Lin out of the Nightmare Temple.

"Direct disciple? How dare you think that!
This Immortal never accepts direct disciples. "

Mo Lin was neither anxious nor impatient, and slowly took out the paper money for the dead.

Ten thousand!
Twenty thousand!

fifty thousand!

One hundred thousand!

When Mo Lin took out 100,000 paper money for the dead, there was an obviously different feeling in the temple.

The invisible pressure dissipated immediately.

Then a huge force surged out, sweeping Mo Lin and the ghost money into the seedling.

"I can give you a registered disciple. Don't even think about becoming a direct disciple."

Mo Lin didn't say anything and continued to take the money.

Two hundred thousand ghost money!
Twenty-five thousand ghost money!

Twenty-seven thousand ghost money!

"How about this? I'll give you the status of a disciple." A voice came from the temple again.

Mo Lin was neither anxious nor impatient and continued to take the money.

Three hundred thousand ghost money!
Three hundred and fifty thousand ghost money!

Four hundred thousand ghost money!
Mo Lin paused when he took out four hundred thousand ghost money.

"I want to be a direct disciple."

There was no answer, and the other party was obviously hesitating.

So Mo Lin took out another 50,000 ghost money and repeated the sentence.

"I want to be a direct disciple."

"Alright. I'll give you the status of a direct disciple."

Finally the other party gave in.

A black coin fell from the air and landed in front of Mo Lin.

"This is the Three Nightmare Money for you. With it, you can come to the Nightmare Realm at any time."

"If you encounter any trouble, you can use the Three Nightmare Immortals to call me and I will help you solve it."

"I can help you solve your problem three times."

"What if I can contribute 100,000 ghost money to you every month? Can I get special treatment?" Mo Lin offered an attractive condition.

Directly in front of us, a white figure appeared.

The Three Nightmare Immortals appeared in person.

She looks almost like a normal ghost, the only difference is that she doesn't have any ghost aura.

The conditions offered by Mo Lin made the Three Nightmare Immortals excited.

The point is not 100,000 ghost money, but 100,000 ghost money every month.

This means that as long as Mo Lin is alive, she will continue to receive ghost money.

(End of this chapter)