After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 407 The imp is difficult to deal with
Everything is so familiar.

These are what happened yesterday and the day before yesterday, and they are exactly the same.

At the door, a strong wind once again blew open the temple door.

I could feel a ghost coming in.

Mo Lin cursed Zhu Ci in his heart.

What are you doing, you bastard?
Such a weird thing, didn't you notice it?
Moreover, during the day today, Mo Lin had already told Zhu Ci not to sleep and to help keep an eye on things.

what happened?

Is Zhu Ci so unreliable?
The ghost came again, didn’t Zhu Ci notice?

Is Zhu Ci a gigolo?

No movement at all?

Mo Lin could only curse in his heart, but his body would not obey him.

"The magic has been stolen by someone else."

"What a pity that this Mo Lin didn't get the immortal technique."

"I heard that there are immortal arts here."

"What other magic is there?"

"It is the magic of King Guangmu. As long as you water the statue of King Guangmu with dog blood, you can obtain the magic."

"Speak softly. It would be bad if someone hears our conversation."

The sound gradually faded away.

Mo Lin suddenly sat up in shock.

It's already daytime.

Zhu Ci was standing at the door at this time, with a worried look on his face.

There was even an altar in the courtyard at the center of the temple.

Zhu Ci was wearing a yellow Taoist robe and performing a ritual.

"Zhu Ci, what are you doing?" Mo Lin asked Zhu Ci.

Zhu Ci was wearing a yellow Taoist robe, shaking a bell in his right hand, and walking beside Mo Lin.

This is a ritual.

Merlin didn't interrupt him.

Zhu Ci had red paint on his face.

He is asking the gods to perform a ritual.

This is no ordinary ghost-exorcism ritual.

Not everyone can invite gods to perform rituals.

At least there should be a true school.

The ancestors have a connection with the gods, they are related to them, or their ancestors once worshipped the gods.

Only then are they qualified to invite gods to perform rituals.

You can't pray to gods just by knowing a little bit of Taoist magic.

Mo Lin is not qualified to ask gods to perform rituals.

Mo Lin's practice is not an orthodox Taoist practice, and his ancestors never worshipped gods.

After Zhu Ci finished the ritual, beads of sweat covered his forehead.

You can see that he seems very tired.

"My ancestor, you are finally awake." Zhu Ci complained to Mo Lin.

"You scared me to death."

"Didn't I tell you to wake me up if you see a ghost in the middle of the night? Why didn't you wake me up?"

Mo Lin said to Zhu Ci, "I met those two little ghosts again last night."

"last night?"

Zhu Ci exclaimed to Mo Lin: "You have been sleeping for three days, do you know that?"

"Three days?" Mo Lin was stunned.

He really didn't know that he had slept for three days.

In Mo Lin's memory, he only slept for one day.

"I called you for three days, but I couldn't wake you up."

Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin: "I asked Marshal Guan to come out and call your soul, so that I can wake you up."

Zhu Ci patted Mo Lin's chest and continued.

"You owe me a favor, please remember to repay me."

three days?

Calling soul?

Mo Lin now feels a little dizzy.

There is a feeling of not waking up.

At first, Mo Lin just thought that he had met two little ghosts.

But now it seems that things are a bit troublesome.

"Tell me, what's going on with me?" Mo Lin asked Zhu Ci.

"You've asked the right person."

Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin in a somewhat arrogant manner: "Although, I am not as strong as you.

But I am better than you in these ghosts and witchcraft."

"The problem lies with that old man."

"Do you remember the old man who was called a god? He sprinkled water on you and me and said it was a blessing."

"I know." Mo Lin was certainly aware of this matter.

"There's something wrong with that old man." Zhu Ci analyzed to Mo Lin.

"Why are you okay?"

Mo Lin was very strange.

He and Zhu Ci were splashed with water together.

Why is Zhu Ci fine but Mo Lin is in trouble?
"My ancestors worshipped Ma, Zhao, Wen and Guan. The four great marshals bless me. My soul is strong and will not be disturbed by evil magic."

Zhu Ci said slowly to Mo Lin: "You are different from me, your soul is weak, and you don't have anything to protect you.

So I got the message.”

Mo Lin has three souls and seven spirits, but one soul is missing.

He had previously sacrificed a soul in order to subdue the Netherworld Fire.

Zhu Ci is not talking nonsense.

Everything he said was well-founded.

To put it bluntly, they are just looking for an easy target.

He felt that Mo Lin was easy to bully, so he started to cause trouble for Mo Lin.

"I suspect this is some kind of evil spell that can bind souls and frighten spirits."

Zhu Ci slowly said to Mo Lin: "That guy has a ghost, and it is a very sinister soul-binding and spirit-scaring ghost.

The kid is tough.

Once I entangle you, you can’t escape.”

“If I hadn’t guessed, next time, you’d sleep for seven days.

After seven days, the soul will be taken away."

"Damn old man, I didn't provoke him, but he provoked me?" Mo Lin cursed angrily.

Damn it.

Mo Lin came here just to seek the magic of immortality.

Never took the initiative to cause trouble.

Damn old man, he actually caused trouble for Mo Lin?
Almost killed Mo Lin.

"That old man is not only very skilled, but also very sinister. He uses some low-class methods."

Zhu Ci said slowly to Mo Lin: "Only if we leave here can we avoid the disaster."

I'm not afraid of gentlemen, but I'm afraid of villains.

The little devils are the most difficult to deal with.

Zhu Ci also has a headache when he meets the little ghost.

Either it's impossible to deal with, or it's troublesome.

And I'm afraid of capsizing in the ditch.

The more little devils there are, the more tricks they have.

Mo Lin, a thirteen-color mortal immortal, was nearly killed.

Zhu Ci was not afraid, but he was worried about Mo Lin's safety.

He had long seen that Mo Lin's three souls and seven spirits were incomplete, and he would be at a disadvantage if he met this kind of little devil.

Seeing that Mo Lin didn’t say anything, Zhu Ci said again: “This little devil is difficult to deal with.

Even if you have the power of all heaven, you are still a human being.

Everyone has three souls and seven spirits.

If you have three souls and seven spirits, you will be exploited by the little ghosts. "

"Since that damn old man can use the little ghost to capture souls, he must have the means to nail souls."

"A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. Let's go first."

The main reason was that Zhu Ci himself was in trouble.

He himself is also being hunted now and dares not use too much strength.

I'm afraid that the person in the Yellow Springs Book will find out, which would have very troublesome consequences.

"Soul-binding and spirit-stunning?
Imp?

Doing this?" Mo Lin showed a cold smile.

This smile made Zhu Ci feel creepy.

"What are you going to do? Are you going to fight with that old man?" Zhu Ci guessed something and said to Mo Lin.

"Yes, I just want to fight him."

"It's hard to say anything else, but I'm a professional at treating ghosts." Mo Lin said coldly.

Zhu Ci curled his lips and said, "Come on, if you were a professional, you wouldn't be tricked by this evildoer.

Stop making trouble and leave now."

Zhu Ci didn't believe Mo Lin's words.

Mo Lin is neither a ghost messenger nor the underworld.

Why do you say you are a professional ghost hunter?
Even Zhu Ci didn't dare to speak so brazenly.

"It's hard to mess with this little devil. Be careful of a capsize in the ditch."

Zhu Ci reminded Mo Lin: "It's better to go."

"No, I'm going to cure those ghosts today."

Mo Lin said to Zhu Ci with a very confident attitude: "I want to see who is stronger, me or those little devils."

(End of this chapter)