After I became the underworld, global terror descended

Chapter 637 Mysterious Evil Cultivator
The Eastern District has at least over 100 million people.

Although many, many people died, many, many others also resisted their unfair fate.

Liu Er Mingxi led Mo Lin to see another side of the East District.

There are no rewards for completing tasks.

Those who have survived to this day in the East District have all figured out how to live.

There is also a striking slogan inside the wooden house.

Everyone dies eventually.

"I might as well make something of value before I die."

The people here do the same thing.

Perhaps he was drunk, he stood on the table and slowly said, "I'd like to share something with you all about Mo Lin."

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively fell silent.

The once bustling, market-like environment was now completely silent.

Everyone was listening to what the man would say next.

"Mo Lin was ambushed in Jin County by Hai Liang and Fu Qi. He killed Hai Liang, captured Fu Qi, and won a great victory."

"clap clap"

Everyone applauded when they heard the news.

"That's really amazing!"

"As expected of the number one player in the East District, impressive."

Listening to Mo Lin's news was one of the few forms of entertainment for these people.

"Don't get excited... I have even more explosive news."

The man waved to signal the crowd to be quiet.

Then everyone quieted down again.

"A week ago, Mo Lin led Yun Xuexue in a battle against the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy, Zhao Yuan, and Qu Han."

Zhao Yuan and Qu Han led over a thousand Yellow Spring Ghosts to surround the Gen family. Many died in this battle.

At this point, the man deliberately stopped talking.

Everyone was on tenterhooks, even though it wasn't a battlefield, they still felt that tension.

Until someone asked in a low voice, "Is Mo Lin alright?"

"Of course it's okay."

The man shouted again, "There was a fierce battle on the scene, and the area within a radius of more than ten kilometers was all in ruins."

The battle was fierce.
Do you know what's happening on the battlefield?

"What is it?" someone asked.

"Mo Lin's girlfriend appeared and single-handedly destroyed Zhao Yuan and Qu Han."

Qu Han's dragon vein was easily manipulated by his young girlfriend.

As his voice faded.

The atmosphere at the scene was incredibly energetic, like they'd been injected with adrenaline.

Everyone cheered.

The previous sense of dejection disappeared, and everyone was excited, with an indescribable excitement on their faces.

It was as if they had personally experienced the battle.

"Mo Lin has been gone for a year, this is the return of a hero!"

"We need to show some fighting spirit too."

"To be honest, in my heart, Mo Lin is the real hero."

What kind of bullshit is this East District high-level management?

What kind of bullshit "opportunist" is this? It's all utter nonsense.

Suddenly, everyone started discussing Mo Lin.

When the discussion got heated, their faces turned red, and they almost wanted to fight.

It was after the name Mo Lin appeared that this group of people became excited.

Although none of these people had ever seen Mo Lin.

We are all cultivators at the lowest level; it takes several people working together to kill an evil spirit.

They have no way of contacting Molin.

Everyone's information is very limited.

Furthermore, there is a butterfly effect: when everyone likes to talk about Mo Lin, then the people around this group will also like to talk about Mo Lin.

Mo Lin stood in the wooden house, stunned, listening to the crowd cheering for his name.

That feeling of excitement and exhilaration washed over me.

Just hearing the name Mo Lin made this group of people incredibly excited.

The atmosphere of dejection in the room vanished the moment the name Mo Lin appeared. Mo Lin was mostly filled with confusion.

He probably didn't do anything, right?

Why do so many people like to discuss him?

This kind of liking is different from the feeling of fans liking celebrities.

It's more about admiration and longing.

"gone."

Liu Er Mingxi pulled Mo Lin out of his confusion and led him out of the house.

After talking with Liu Er Mingxi, Mo Lin learned that there were many such places in the East District.

As for those red motorcycles on the roadside, that's also a public service activity, designed to make it convenient for people on duty to switch vehicles at any time.

In addition, some people refuel and repair motorcycles.

Mo Lin sat on the back of the motorcycle, the strong wind blowing against his cheeks.

The cheers from inside the cabin lingered in Mo Lin's ears, and his mind was filled with the excited scene of everyone inside.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Mo Lin only clearly remembered that Liu Er Mingxi changed motorcycles three times.

The motorcycle finally stopped in a town.

Mo Lin shook his head, no longer wanting to recall what had happened in the cabin.

Liu Er Mingxi stood in front of Mo Lin and warned him seriously, "Don't think you're so great."

Don't think you're invincible.

There are far too many people in this world who are more capable than you.

The world is vast, and where you are is just the tip of the iceberg. There are countless geniuses like you.

There are always higher heavens and more capable people.

These words, though seemingly spoken to Mo Lin, sound more like a reflection of her own experience.

"Even if your little girlfriend is now a Twenty-Four Solar Terms Envoy, isn't she still being hunted down?" Liu Er Mingxi retorted to Mo Lin.

A single sentence struck Mo Lin like a bolt of lightning.

"You have ways to save your life, but that's not a reason for you to be arrogant."

If you don't know how to keep a low profile, you might be fine yourself, but you'll ruin the lives of many friends.

For example, your young girlfriend.

One sentence left Mo Lin stunned on the spot.
Liu Er Mingxi and her master give Mo Lin a more down-to-earth feeling.

This is different from the people Mo Lin has interacted with before.

For example, Yun Xuexue, and Luo Xiaoxiao.

At least in this aspect of personality, there is a difference.

It's not that Yun Xuexue and the others are inferior to Liu Er Mingxi.

It just feels different.

"Understood." Mo Lin nodded, humbly accepting Liu Er Ming Xi's warning.

Liu Er Mingxi took out the mission paper, looked at it, and then said, "The location is correct, it's right here."

According to reports, a powerful heretical sect has taken over this urban area.

It killed many people.

This is a necessary route on the national highway.

If that evil cultivator isn't killed, more and more people will be murdered.

"Hurry up...hurry up!"

A man shouted in a hoarse voice toward Mo Lin.

The man looked as if he had been gnawed on; his body was covered in holes and stained with blood.

"You can't defeat that evil cultivator here. We need someone more powerful to come." The man was breathing heavily as he shouted in Mo Lin's direction.

When the man was still about ten meters away from Mo Lin, his body crashed heavily to the ground, and he was probably dead.

Mo Lin looked behind him.

It was a woman.

The woman had loose black hair and wore tattered clothes.

I don't know how long it's been since I washed my hair; it's incredibly oily and sticky.

The woman was holding a rope in her right hand.

Looking along the rope, all I could see were heads.

She strung her heads together with a rope, an exceptionally long rope, so that at a glance, it was all heads.

(End of this chapter)