Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 471 - 469: Eerie Elixirs

Black Stone Mountain.

It was much livelier than Mo Lin expected.

It seemed unaffected by the evil spirits’ invasion.

There were still people running businesses here.

People moved back and forth along the streets.

However, the inhabitants of Black Stone Mountain gave off a dirty impression.

Just a glance at their clothes showed they hadn’t been washed in a long time.

And, as the Gen Family Business mentioned, there were indeed many evil cultivators.

Mo Lin only needed a glance to identify many evil cultivators here.

Evil cultivators were the type who kill without hesitation.

They use human lives for cultivation; Mo Lin had contact with such people before.

"Young man, you’re from out of town, aren’t you?" asked a woman who looked like an old granny.

"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.

Distinguishing Mo Lin as an outsider was simple; his clothes were clean, his hair unstained.

The difference from local Black Stone Mountain people was evident.

"Granny, is there something you need?" Mo Lin inquired.

"What nonsense are you shouting? I’m only 30 this year," the old granny scolded Mo Lin.

Mo Lin was momentarily stunned.

He hadn’t called her wrongly.

This woman had a face full of wrinkles, white hair all over, appearing six or seventy years old.

There was no connection to being 30 at all.

Ridiculously old.

"30 years old?" Mo Lin subconsciously asked again.

"Do I look old to you?"

The woman slowly said to Mo Lin, "I’ve taken an Immortal Pill, that’s why I look aged."

Saying that, she took out a pitch-black pill.

The pill emitted a strong, nauseous odor, about the size of a little pinky.

"This is the Immortal Pill. Consuming this allows one to undergo the cultivation ritual at the Cultivation Hall. By then, I’ll return to my prime beauty and achieve immortality," the woman’s eyes glowed with anticipation.

Displaying a genuine smile.

Mo Lin had never seen anyone immortal.

Mo Lin stared intently at the woman.

He then realized she no longer had vitality.

She wouldn’t live much longer; she was depleted of life force.

As for the Immortal Pill, it was likely just a deceptive item.

"Young man, do you want this Immortal Pill? I’ll sell it to you for cheap," the woman asked Mo Lin.

"No." Mo Lin shook his head, rejecting the offer.

Then he turned and walked away.

As soon as Mo Lin left, the woman collapsed to the ground, grimacing in pain, her body convulsing.

She quickly took out the black pill and swallowed it.

Then her body ceased convulsing.

"Ah... so comfortable... this is the feeling of cultivation..." she spread her arms wide, eyes dreamy, appearing drunk, swaying side to side, and smirked foolishly.

With the moment she swallowed the pill, her lifespan was taken further.

Someone was using deceitful means here, extracting life from these ordinary people.

As expected of evil cultivators... nothing is beyond them, Mo Lin was unfazed.

The so-called Cultivation Hall was likely a gathering place for evil cultivators.

Mo Lin remembered something and intended to ask the woman something.

But seeing her condition, Mo Lin decided to find someone else to inquire about the situation.

The woman’s state was too deteriorated; she seemed to lack coherent thinking.

Mo Lin stopped a child by the roadside and asked the boy, "Child, are there any ghosts in Black Stone Mountain?"

"There were before, but not anymore," the boy, about a teenager with sallow skin, replied to Mo Lin.

"Why were there ghosts before and none now?" Mo Lin pressed further.

"Ever since a Cultivation Hall was built on the mountain, all ghosts at Black Stone Mountain disappeared," the child answered Mo Lin again.

Mo Lin pondered; there were only two possibilities for the absence of ghosts.

Either the ghosts fled, or they were captured by the evil cultivators at the Cultivation Hall.

To understand the situation, Mo Lin needed to visit the Cultivation Hall.

Everyone knew about the Cultivation Hall, Mo Lin learned its location easily.

As Mo Lin headed towards the Cultivation Hall, the crowd grew denser.

It was like a market gathering.

Figures converged, people pressed against each other.

Finally, Mo Lin stood at the foot of the Cultivation Hall.

Looking up, marble steps stretched over two hundred levels.

Atop the steps lay a majestic palace.

People below slowly ascended along the steps.

Some lacking strength crawled on hands and knees toward the palace.

Mo Lin walked to the end of the steps.

There stood a massive black cauldron, at least five meters in diameter.

Beyond lay the main hall over a thousand square meters.

Surrounding were some other side halls.

Mo Lin glanced at the god being worshipped.

He then realized they weren’t worshipping a god at all.

A black cauldron stood at the center of the palace.

This group of people was all kneeling before the black cauldron.

Some were even lining up to retrieve pills from the cauldron.

It’s unknown what these pills were made of.

"Young man, you’re from out of town, aren’t you?" greeted a young man in gray-white clothes to Mo Lin.

Identifying Mo Lin as an outsider with a glance was unsurprising.

"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.

"My name is Lu Xiao."

Lu Xiao slowly said to Mo Lin, "Let me tell you a secret, our Cultivation Hall can make cultivators immortal.

Are you interested?"

"Oh?" Mo Lin deliberately displayed a puzzled expression.

Lu Xiao took out a white pill and showed it to Mo Lin, "This pill is the secret to immortality."

Mo Lin glanced at the pill; this one was different from those the ordinary people consumed.

The pill emitted a fragrant aroma.

"This pill can increase your cultivation,"

Lu Xiao slowly handed the pill to Mo Lin, "Brother, try one.

If you’re willing to join us, you’ll have as many pills as you want."

Mo Lin examined the pill in his hand, crystal clear, revealing no signs of its nature.

Lu Xiao stared fixedly at Mo Lin, seemingly waiting for him to consume the pill.

"Do you have ghosts here?" Mo Lin didn’t rush to eat the pill and asked Lu Xiao.

"Yes... recently, the Hall Master captured a very powerful ghost..."

"Where is it?" Mo Lin pressed further.

Then Lu Xiao watched Mo Lin warily, "Brother, you came here, couldn’t have been to search for the captured ghosts, right?"

"No, I’m just purely curious," Mo Lin smiled.

Actually, with Mo Lin’s strength, he could overturn the place directly.

But such actions would be foolish.

Only fools would recklessly alarm others.

Creating unnecessary trouble without finding his second sister’s soul would be disgusting.

Violence can’t solve all problems, but brains can solve many unnecessary troubles.

"Don’t eat... my mom said not to eat these pills."

A gentle voice was heard.

Mo Lin glanced down, seeing a child clutching his pants leg warning him.

The child, cheeks flushed red, wearing a knitted hat, was particularly dirty.

Probably around six or seven years old.

"Shut up, nonsense."

Lu Xiao seemed ticked off, kicking the child hard in the stomach.

The child was kicked flying over a meter away.