After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 592 Chaos in the Eastern District
The promises that Gongsun Yan made to Molin were not just empty words.

As long as Mo Lin agrees to go to the Southern District to inherit the Jingming Daoist sect, the Jingming Daoist sect is truly willing to help Mo Lin solve all his troubles.

Furthermore, the Jingming Taoism sect also possesses this capability.

Mo Lin neither answered nor refused, but instead asked Gongsun Yan, "How do you know I know the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique?"

It's no secret that Mo Lin possesses the Pure Brightness Exorcising Sword Technique.

But it's not something everyone knows.

There are definitely no more than ten people who know that Mo Lin knows the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique.

Even if the news spread quickly, it shouldn't have spread from the East District to the South District.

So Mo Lin was very curious about how Gongsun Yan knew this news.

"It was Liu Er Mingxi of the Liu Er clan who came to our Jingming Taoism and told us about this," Gongsun Yan replied directly to Mo Lin without hiding anything from him.

With that, Mo Lin understood.

"I have no intention of inheriting the Jingming Daoist family," Mo Lin said, offering a tactful reason for his refusal.

Mo Lin was completely unfamiliar with the Jingming Taoism.

What if there are pitfalls if I rashly agree to inherit the Jingming Taoism?
Mo Lin still has a sense of vigilance.

"You can reconsider," Gongsun Yan said slowly to Mo Lin. "We have no intention of scheming against you."

The Jingming Taoism needs you now.

"I refuse." Mo Lin still refused.

"Alright then." Gongsun Yan sighed softly, then said to Mo Lin, "If you change your mind, you can come to the South District to find me."

Gongsun Yan then turned and left with several of his fellow disciples.

Watching Gongsun Yan's departing figure, Mo Lin slowly thanked him, saying, "Thank you for getting me out of that predicament."

Gongsun Yan clearly distinguished between public and private matters. Regardless of his reasons, he helped Mo Lin solve a considerable problem, and Mo Lin should be grateful to him.

"Grandmaster, you're too kind." Gongsun Yan waved goodbye to Mo Lin, then left with his junior brothers.

He needed to go back and inform the people in the sect that the news about Liu Er Mingxi was true.

The successor of the Pure Brightness Demon-Slaying Sword Technique has truly appeared in the world.

As for how those people in the church will be arranged, that's none of his business.

After a fierce battle, the entire village was destroyed.

Luo Xiaoxiao's face turned pale; using the magic lamp had taken a toll on her.

“This group is very powerful.” Luo Xiaoxiao pointed to Gongsun Yan’s disappearing figure and reminded Mo Lin, “The five of them just used a combined technique and even injured that Samsara Immortal.”

Luo Xiaoxiao witnessed the entire battle between Gongsun Yan and Liang Miao, which is why she said those words.

It wasn't that she was praising Gongsun Yan; it was just that Gongsun Yan and his team were really strong.

Luo Xiaoxiao took a piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Mo Lin, saying, "This was given to you by a bald man."

This piece of paper is crumpled; you can tell at a glance that it was carefully hidden away.

"Bald? The bald guy next to Consort Ji?" Mo Lin asked Gongsun Yan in confusion.

"Yes." Luo Xiaoxiao nodded.

The bald man next to Consort Ji is Wanfoli.

Seeing the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony, Mo Lin sighed, wondering what had happened to him that had reduced him to such a dog-like state.

Mo Lin unfolded the crumpled paper, revealing a line of words written in blood.

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have wanted to kill you. I was wrong about the Fairy Island incident. I was also used by someone."

It wasn't a very big piece of paper to begin with, and two-thirds of it was apologies.

Mo Lin couldn't remember anything about Fairy Island; he lost all his memories of it after leaving the island.

The key point is the sentence that follows.

"You'll likely be approached by an androgynous person in the next few days. That person is the pet of one of the Twelve Immortals of Immortal Island. Don't believe a word he says, and it's best to catch him."

The bloodstains hadn't dried for very long, so it looked like they were written not long ago.

Mo Lin had no fondness for the Ten Thousand Buddhas Ceremony.

Moreover, Mo Lin didn't understand why he was helping him.

Conscience discovery?

Of course, Mo Lin kept Wan Fuli's words firmly in mind.

Mo Lin and Luo Xiaoxiao were walking on the national highway, the road to Hongzhou.

This national highway passes through the southern district and runs through the entire eastern district.

As the road to Hongzhou drew closer.

The number of people on the national highway also increased. It felt like a mass exodus.

Groups of people are walking in the same direction.

The group of people were not in good condition; some had hair full of grease and grime, as if they hadn't washed it in a long time.

This situation did not exist a year ago.

"Brother, where are we going?" Mo Lin asked a middle-aged man with a puzzled look.

The middle-aged man looked surprised and carefully examined Mo Lin.

He was surprised that Mo Lin was following the crowd, seemingly unsure of what to do.

"Run for your life!"

The roads in the South District are closed, so we can't go there. We can only go to Hongzhou.

Now the people of Hongzhou are willing to take in us ordinary people.

I wonder how many of these tens of thousands of people will survive to reach Hongzhou.

"The Eastern District is in chaos. Evil spirits are devouring people, and many evil cultivators have appeared. Ordinary people simply cannot survive."

"The powerful forces in the Eastern District don't care about ordinary people at all, which has led to the current situation," Luo Xiaoxiao explained to Mo Lin.

Before Merlin disappeared, the East District maintained normal stability.

Although people do die, overall it's not bad, and ordinary people can barely survive.

With Mo Lin gone, everything went into chaos.

The balance in the East District has been completely disrupted.

It was only after chatting with this group of people that Mo Lin learned the truth.

Previously, Beihai sheltered more than one million ordinary people.

Later, Beihai was destroyed, and more than a million people scattered.

This group of people were preparing to seek asylum in Hongju.

"clang clang"

Suddenly, the sound of a bell rang out.

The sound was crisp and clear, echoing in the air.

Upon hearing this sound, everyone around suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"This way, this way."

As the bells rang, people were also shouting.

Everyone around followed the sound.

Mo Lin glanced around and saw that the people around him had all been bewitched.

Even walking is sluggish.

It is clear that someone deliberately lured this group of people away from the national highway.

Mo Lin turned around and glanced at Luo Xiaoxiao beside him.

Luo Xiaoxiao nodded to Mo Lin, indicating that she was alright.

She is protected by a magic lamp and is not easily deceived.

As for Mo Lin, with his profound cultivation, it was even less likely that he would fall for such a trick.

Mo Lin was curious about who was using such underhanded tactics, so he followed the crowd.

After leaving the national highway, we came to a small downhill slope.

The downhill slope was overgrown with weeds.

There were probably more than 500 people following the sound of the bells as they walked down the slope.

Some people lost their footing, slipped, and fell down the small slope, getting covered in blood, but acted as if nothing had happened and continued walking forward.

After walking for a few minutes, there was a small river with a simple wooden bridge, about two meters long.

The group continued walking along the wooden bridge.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Lin smelled the familiar scent of blood.

This taste was all too familiar to Mo Lin.

In the past, every time Mo Lin caught a ghost, he could smell a strong stench of blood.

It would take at least several thousand deaths to produce the pungent smell of blood.

Perhaps due to his extensive exposure to blood, Mo Lin was able to determine the number of dead people simply by smelling the blood.

(End of this chapter)