Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 441 - 439: The Great Battle

In the entire human realm, apart from Mo Lin, there is absolutely no one else who can be so formidable.

The ghosts all knelt before Mo Lin. If not witnessed with one’s own eyes, who would dare believe this scene is real?

Zhu Ci looked on in shock, his eyes revealing deep astonishment.

How can Mo Lin rule so many ghosts singlehandedly?

Even King Yan wasn’t this impressive, was he?

However, it’s said that King Yan had long vanished.

Zhu Ci, stunned, muttered as he watched Mo Lin, "Could this guy be acting as King Yan’s proxy?"

Thinking it over, he found it improbable.

Being King Yan’s proxy is too far-fetched.

How could a living person hold a position in the Underworld?

Not even by sheer dumb luck.

Yet, the ghosts kneeling before Mo Lin baffled Zhu Ci.

Countless questions arose in his mind.

Why is Mo Lin able to command so many ghosts?

It’s known that signing a contract with ghosts has conditions.

A person can sign a contract with up to three ghosts, at most five.

But Mo Lin commanding tens of thousands is quite outrageous.

Zhu Ci was too shocked to speak.

"He’s not acting as King Yan," Cui Xinyun explained to Zhu Ci.

"Right, I understand. How could a living person be King Yan’s proxy!" Zhu Ci felt much calmer.

But Cui Xinyun’s next words left Zhu Ci even more alarmed.

"His identity is somewhat akin to King Yan’s proxy," Cui Xinyun added.

"What??" Zhu Ci gasped, staring at Mo Lin, unable to find the words to express his feelings.

Mo Lin received the kneeling of the ghosts alone.

These ghosts arrived just in time.

If they had come any later, Mo Lin might have been in trouble.

Chen Xi rushed before Mo Lin, shielding him, glaring fiercely at the evil spirits afar.

Now, the battlefield split into two forces.

One led by Mo Lin, consisting of ghosts.

The other led by the white evil spirits. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

With just a word from Mo Lin, the place would turn into a battlefield.

"Thank you," Mo Lin heavily thanked Cui Xinyun.

He’d lost count of how many times Cui Xinyun had saved him timely.

"Don’t speak, leave the rest to me," Cui Xinyun interrupted Mo Lin’s words.

The next moment, the Red Lotus Karmic Fire erupted from Cui Xinyun, as if the Fire God had descended.

She waved her hand, and the flame turned into a long fire whip, charging towards the evil spirits ahead.

Chen Xi, Chu Xing, and the other ghosts couldn’t hold back any longer.

Seeing Cui Xinyun in action, they madly charged at the evil spirits in front of them.

Even Zhu Ci felt fear at their madness.

It’s known that ghosts can disperse souls too.

These ghosts fearlessly rushed forward, heedless of death.

The scene unfolded like a battlefield painting.

Ghosts versus evil spirits in a fierce battle.

Black fog could be seen rising.

As the battle intensified, ghosts began to perish.

In terms of numbers, the ghosts were fewer than the evil spirits.

If the situation continued, even with victory, Mo Lin’s ghosts would suffer heavy losses.

While Zhu Ci worried for Mo Lin, an unexpected event occurred.

Mo Lin slowly raised his hand.

In his hand was Netherworld Currency.

A great many Netherworld Currencies.

The number kept growing, as massive as a small mountain.

For the first time in his life, Zhu Ci witnessed so much Netherworld Currency.

Such an abundance, it’s not an exaggeration to call Mo Lin the wealthiest in the human realm.

As Mo Lin waved his hand, the Netherworld Currency turned into Nether Qi, gathering in the air.

The ghosts who died on the battlefield resurrected under the Nether Qi.

And these ghosts were even stronger than before.

"Xue," Mo Lin called to a ghost in the distance.

Mo Lin waved, and a vast nether force rushed into Xue’s body.

Xue let out a wild howl, and the frenzied Nether Qi gathered within her.

Xue’s aura rose steadily, her realm breaking through bit by bit.

Nightmare Level!

Deadly Level!

Disaster Level!

Ghost King.

Xue halted only after reaching the Ghost King level.

Mo Lin personally nurtured a ghost to the Ghost King Realm.

Witnessing this, Zhu Ci felt even more excited.

Mo Lin’s methods were comparable to the Ghost God.

Truly defied the heavens.

Personally nurturing a Ghost King.

And reviving dead ghosts as well.

With these means, Mo Lin could definitely secure a place in the human realm.

Mo Lin raised his hand again, gathering terrifying Nether Qi, directing it to another ghost.

The other ghost’s aura surged, instantly breaking through to the Disaster Level.

And as long as there was enough Netherworld Currency.

On the battlefield, any fallen ghost could be revived.

The battlefield’s tide turned.

Far away, Cui Xinyun battled with the white figure.

Cui Xinyun, unfazed, even exhibited more power than the white figure.

Even Mo Lin was astonished by Cui Xinyun’s capabilities.

Mo Lin relied on Immortal Techniques to contend with the white figure.

Yet, Cui Xinyun fought without using Immortal Techniques.

Unable to match Cui Xinyun, the white figure retreated, then swiftly fled.

Cui Xinyun intended to pursue but inexplicably halted halfway.

After the white figure escaped, the remaining evil spirits also fled in panic.

This battle ended in a massive victory for Mo Lin.

All of Mo Lin’s ghosts survived.

Thanks to the Netherworld Currency, Mo Lin preserved all the ghosts.

"Mo, awesome," Zhu Ci gave Mo Lin a thumbs-up, praising him.

He was truly stunned by Mo Lin’s supernatural methods.

Every encounter with Mo Lin brought him new amazements.

It’s just a pity that the evil spirits’ leader escaped.

It was inevitable; Mo Lin was in no position to pursue the white figure.

He could only let the white figure escape.

"How do you have so many ghosts?" Zhu Ci, curious, asked Mo Lin.

"Because of the Yellow Springs Book," Mo Lin answered Zhu Ci straightforwardly.

A large portion of Mo Lin’s ghosts were controlled previously with the Yellow Springs Book.

Upon hearing the Yellow Springs Book mentioned, Zhu Ci’s expression turned grave.

"Mo, the Yellow Springs Book is very eerie," Zhu Ci warned Mo Lin.

Only those who’ve experienced it firsthand could understand the book’s eeriness.

Zhu Ci had the most experience with the Yellow Springs Book.

He once was so ambitious and spirited.

The young master of the Zhu Family, supporting the entire clan.

But the Yellow Springs Book doomed his entire family.

Anyone associated or acquainted with Zhu Ci also perished.

Recalling this, Zhu Ci shivered uncontrollably.

"The Yellow Springs Book, the master-slayer," Zhu Ci reminded again.

"I know," Mo Lin replied with a slow nod.

Even knowing its eeriness, Mo Lin could do little.

After all, those ghosts were captured with the Yellow Springs Book.

Moreover, the Yellow Springs Book produced plenty of Netherworld Currency.

These were essential for Mo Lin.

Mo Lin found himself on a tiger’s back he couldn’t dismount.

He could only avoid using the Yellow Springs Book in the future.