Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

Black mist surged uncontrollably from his body, his face contorted in agony, and he begged for mercy repeatedly.

"Ghost Emperor, spare my life! Give me a little more time, I will definitely capture him! I will definitely capture him!"

The Ghost Emperor's eyes were icy cold, as if he were looking at a dead piece of trash.

She didn't give the ghost king a chance to speak further; she simply withdrew her jade hand gently.

The enormous ghostly body in mid-air exploded like a piece of burning coals, turning into a cloud of black mist, which she then inhaled as if she were just taking a breath of ordinary smoke.

The surroundings were deathly silent. The ghost kings, who hadn't even had a chance to speak, didn't dare to raise their heads again.

They don't know if they will be the next ones to be crushed.

The Ghost Emperor had already leaned back on the white jade throne, his eyes half-closed, his snow-white fingers idly stroking the rabbit ears.

The white rabbit stood out starkly against the black mist filling the hall, like the only white thing in this boundless ghost realm that didn't belong to the darkness.

The Ghost Emperor sat in the very center of this darkness, cold, beautiful, and inspiring despair.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered in the hall, and all the evil spirit kings were waiting for her next words.

She parted her thin lips slightly and uttered only two words:

"continue."

The voice was light and airy, yet it was like an invisible hand that drew closer to the throats of all the ghost kings.

When the Black Ghost King gave his report, he immediately brought up the matter of Lin Mo, the human cultivator.

He had heard that the Ghost Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West had a feud.

The reason why the Ghost Emperor went to hell was thanks to the Queen Mother of the West!

He first kowtowed several times in fear, then began to embellish his story:

"Your Majesty, Lin Mo is a disciple of the Queen Mother of the West. He possesses extraordinary abilities and can control a deer-like puppet that is specifically designed to counter the spirits of my race."

My subordinates have fought it several times. That puppet is really cunning, which is why the advance at the front is slow.

This is the puppet core I captured. Please take a look, Ghost Emperor!

As he spoke, he respectfully presented the spirit storage device high above his head.

Upon hearing the words "disciple of the Queen Mother of the West," a strange light finally flashed in the eyes of the Ghost Emperor.

She reached out and took the spirit storage device, examining it repeatedly between her fingertips, her icy face revealing no emotion whatsoever.

A moment later, she exerted a sudden force, and the spirit storage device exploded, scattering the collected spirits in all directions.

The Ghost Emperor parted her lips slightly and inhaled gently, causing all the spirits to transform into wisps of light and enter her body.

She slowly closed her eyes, as if searching for some kind of presence, then opened them again, her eyes still as cold and lifeless as still water.

"Pass down the order."

The Ghost Emperor's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Whoever can bring this person back alive, I will bestow upon him the title of Ghost Emperor."

The ghost kings were taken aback at first, then their eyes all burst forth with a blazing light.

The position of Ghost Emperor has been vacant for a long time.

Now that the Ghost Emperor has personally promised, who would dare not fight?

In an instant, the sound of kowtowing echoed from beneath the altar, and all the ghosts answered the command in unison.

At that moment, the eerie green flames burst into flames, illuminating the Ghost Emperor's exquisite face in a half-light, half-shadow.

She leaned back onto the white jade throne, her fingertips gently stroking the white rabbit in her arms, a smile playing on her lips, her eyes growing increasingly cold.

Back in World One, Lin Mo handed over the newly acquired data and spirit storage device to the mainframe, then found Yang Liu and the others to investigate their educational backgrounds.

Several days later, still feeling his anger had not subsided, he went to the main world and the second world again, and looked after everyone he could.

But for some reason, the fire still hadn't completely died down.

"What's going on? This shouldn't be happening."

Lin Mo looked at the pleading look in Lin Qingyue's eyes and began to have doubts.

Previously, either the Queen Mother of the West or Tang Yuyan, who were in excellent physical condition, would have been enough for him to do as he pleased. Why is it that now, even going through them all doesn't work?

He couldn't help but wonder if it was really because the three corpses hadn't been severed and desires had been amplified.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when Xin Lu's image involuntarily appeared in my head.

Without hesitation, Lin Mo went straight to Xin Lu's door and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, the door clicked open. Xin Lu, dressed in a smart office lady uniform, her long legs encased in black stockings, stood smiling inside.

"Why did you suddenly decide to look for me? Come in quickly."

Lin Mo glanced at her up and down, but his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He could tell at a glance that Xin Lu was not feeling well today, based on his observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.

"I was just passing by and thought I'd drop in to see you."

Lin Mo smiled but didn't go inside.

"Don't stand at the door, come in and sit down. I'll make you a cup of tea." Xin Lu stepped aside.

"No, I have something to do. I'll come another day."

Lin Mo waved his hand, exchanged a few more pleasantries, and then turned and left.

Xin Lu stared at his retreating figure, somewhat puzzled, but didn't ask any further questions.

Back at his lodgings, he became increasingly restless, feeling as if a million ants were crawling inside him.

Suddenly, he remembered Shen Rushuang, who had led the team to explore World One.

The beautiful woman's charm and gentleness left a deep impression on him. Lin Mo took out his phone and dialed:

"Sister Shen, where are you now?"

Shen Rushuang was somewhat surprised by Lin Mo's call, but still spoke gently:

"He's resting at home, what's wrong, Mr. Lin?"

Lin Mo said:

"I need to speak with you urgently. Is it convenient for me to come over now?"

Shen Rushuang was silent for a moment, then responded softly:

"Okay, come over here. I'll send the address to your phone."

Lin Mo received the address and went straight there without delay.

When the door opened, Shen Rushuang was wearing a flesh-colored knitted bodysuit, the soft fabric perfectly outlining her voluptuous figure. Her long hair was loose, her skin was like porcelain, and she exuded an intellectual yet languid mature charm.