Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 520 - 518: Those Who Refuse to Leave Shall Die
Mo Qingqing now looked disheveled, her body covered in wounds.
Her right arm was bleeding profusely, clearly a fresh wound.
Yinyan slowly walked in front of Mo Qingqing and then opened the iron cage that confined her.
Mo Qingqing’s body shivered violently in fear as Yinyan reached out and grabbed her hair.
She then dragged Mo Qingqing out of the cage.
Mo Qingqing’s body was dragged over two meters, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.
It was clear that Mo Qingqing was severely injured.
"This is the finale item of our auction today; although she’s a bit injured, it doesn’t affect her sale.
Anyone interested, feel free to bid." Yinyan said slowly.
Mo Qingqing lowered her head, her face full of despair, gritting her teeth and roaring, "You beasts will die a horrible death."
"Slap!"
The only response was a cold slap.
Yinyan slapped Mo Qingqing’s face hard, angrily reprimanding, "If you weren’t worth some money, I would have killed you already."
Mo Qingqing was the most rebellious; she had been captured for more than half a month, yet her temper remained stubborn.
Impossible to tame.
With no other choice, Yinyan decided to sell her.
Moreover, Mo Qingqing was also unique; she had no Life Plate and couldn’t be controlled.
The surrounding crowd watching Yinyan discipline Mo Qingqing all had indifferent expressions, not a single person concerned about her situation.
They only cared about Mo Qingqing’s price.
"How about I exchange two Daoist Skills for this Snake Immortal?" A man said slowly.
"No, the price is too low." Yinyan decisively refused without a second thought.
"What about two Magical Treasures?" Another middle-aged man also suggested.
"Ordinary Magical Treasures need at least five.
Or one Divine Artifact level Magical Treasure." Yinyan said slowly.
Upon hearing this, everyone present fell silent.
One Divine Artifact-level Magical Treasure was really too valuable.
Exchanging for a Snake Immortal clearly seemed not worth it.
At this moment, Mo Lin slowly stood up and began walking towards the stage.
Thus, everyone’s eyes focused on Mo Lin.
"I want this woman." Mo Lin’s voice was crisp, resounding through the entire auction.
Yun Xue’xue also followed alongside Mo Lin, slowly walking forward.
Simultaneously, Feng Mingyu, Qian Youyou, and Jiang Yun all stood up and accompanied Mo Lin.
They slowly moved forward under the gaze of all present.
"Young brother, you’re really straightforward. Do you have a Divine Artifact-level Magical Treasure?" Yinyan coldly asked Mo Lin.
Mo Lin didn’t speak, just continued walking forward.
Yinyan extended her hand in front of Mo Lin, demanding, "Hand it over, and the Snake Immortal is yours."
"Slap!"
Mo Lin directly swung his hand, slapping Yinyan’s hand aside.
The sound was particularly crisp.
Yinyan’s face immediately fell.
It wasn’t just slapping her hand; it was a slap to her face.
In the distance, members of the Burial Immortal Organization wearing lion masks slowly appeared, surrounding Mo Lin and the others.
People locked in cages nearby stared at Mo Lin in shock.
They never expected someone to cause trouble at the auction.
Someone dared not to fear the Burial Immortal Organization.
"Young brother, if you’re not buying, please leave." Yinyan’s face was gloomy.
She didn’t want to ruin the auction.
If they started fighting now, the auction would be completely destroyed.
Mo Lin ignored Yinyan and slowly approached Mo Qingqing.
"Mo Lin?" Mo Qingqing’s eyes immediately turned red the moment she saw him.
"Why did you come?" Mo Qingqing never imagined even in her dreams that Mo Lin would appear here.
"Well... I left Western Shu to find you... but I didn’t know where you were, so I searched everywhere for your whereabouts.
Then I got misled into the Burial Immortal Organization.
I know I made a mistake." Mo Qingqing’s voice grew softer, her head lowered, looking guilty.
"You’re not at fault; the Burial Immortal Organization is." Mo Lin comforted Mo Qingqing.
As Mo Lin got closer, he saw that the scales on Mo Qingqing’s snake body had been peeled off, and her lower body was bleeding badly.
Just looking at her made Mo Lin feel particularly pained.
No wonder Mo Qingqing, when dragged earlier, left a bloody trail on the ground.
"This... doesn’t hurt." Mo Qingqing said tenaciously to Mo Lin through gritted teeth.
Mo Qingqing didn’t want Mo Lin to worry too much about her.
Mo Lin’s eyes narrowed, and an aura of terrifying killing intent surged.
"Hey... do you not understand human language?" Yinyan pointed at Mo Lin, scolding, "If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for becoming murderous."
Mo Lin summoned a Little Ghost, then reached into its mouth and pulled out a copper-colored longsword.
"Qin King’s Sword?"
Seeing this copper-colored longsword, Yinyan displayed a look of surprise.
"This Qin King’s Sword is very valuable.
If you’re willing to exchange the Qin King’s Sword for this Snake Immortal, that’s also possible."
Before Yinyan could finish her sentence, blood splattered in midair.
Mo Lin swiftly swung the sword, slicing off Yinyan’s right arm.
In mere moments, a heart-wrenching scream from Yinyan filled the air.
"Kill him... kill him for me." Yinyan shrieked with a distorted expression of pain towards Mo Lin.
"Anyone not associated with the Burial Immortal Organization, leave."
Mo Lin said coldly, "Anyone who doesn’t want to go, will die."
As his words fell, the black Netherworld’s Nether Fire appeared behind Mo Lin.
The black flames emerged behind Mo Lin.
"Let’s go, let’s go." A middle-aged man slowly stood up, ready to leave.
Seeing that many around didn’t plan to leave, the middle-aged man slowly said, "This person is called Mo Lin, don’t get into trouble."
The middle-aged man clearly knew Mo Lin or knew about his matters, so he just gave a kind reminder.
Whether others chose to leave or not was none of his concern.
"I wondered who it was!
It turns out to be Mo Lin... not someone to provoke." People began to leave one after another.
"What’s with Mo Lin? Is he more powerful than the Burial Immortal Organization?" Someone unfamiliar with Mo Lin asked in confusion.
"This man is the first generation Destined Person of the mortal world.
Celestial Sect slayed Evil Buddha, in Hongzhou eliminated Evil Spirits, just don’t provoke him."
An elderly white-haired man said slowly, "I don’t know who’s stronger between Mo Lin and the Burial Immortal Organization,
but I know Mo Lin is not to be messed with."
Then the white-haired old man left.
Soon, the auction quieted down.
Previously filled with guests, the auction now had only a sparse few left.
Those daring to stay were powerful individuals.
They stayed to watch the spectacle.
"Ruining my business, breaking my arm, I won’t spare you today."
Yinyan shouted, "Kill him."
Members of the Burial Immortal Organization surged forward.
The Burial Immortal Organization surrounded in two circles.
The inner circle consisted of Immortal Cultivators.
The outer circle contained those capable of using Sealing Immortal Techniques.
The outer circle immediately set up the Immortal Sealing Technique, sealing Mo Lin’s Immortal Techniques.
The inner circle performed Immortal Techniques.
They coordinated seamlessly.
Mo Lin was now facing an assault from over three hundred people.
As Mo Lin swung the Qin King’s Sword in his hand, a terrifying aura erupted.
The entire auction building split into two, cleaved in half.
