Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 569 - 567: Please Help Me Kill Mo Lin
If it weren’t for Huang Qi’s description, Mo Lin would have no idea that Cui Xinyun came from Cultivation Island.
With just one glance, she could see through Mo Lin. This woman was terrifying.
This was definitely the first time in Mo Lin’s life that he felt a sense of powerlessness.
In the past, even when Mo Lin was pushed to the brink, he had some means at his disposal.
At least not like now, with this overwhelming feeling of helplessness.
Wan Fo Li stared at Mo Lin with great reluctance, feeling as if something that originally belonged to him had been taken away by Mo Lin.
He wasn’t a fool.
Seeing Immortal Huang Qi looking at Mo Lin with that kind of gaze, he knew she at least appreciated Mo Lin a lot.
"Are you willing to be my husband?" Huang Qi asked Mo Lin.
Upon hearing this sentence, Wan Fo Li’s heart turned to ashes. He hurriedly said, "Immortal Huang Qi, weren’t you looking for someone powerful to be your husband?
I am much stronger than Mo Lin.
I possess the complete inheritance of Buddhism."
Wan Fo Li was very unwilling and tried his best to show off.
At this moment, Wan Fo Li stood in stark contrast to Mo Lin.
One person was unwilling to be Huang Qi’s husband, while the other desperately sought the position.
Huang Qi lay sideways on the chair, blinking her eyelashes and showing a hint of disdain at the corner of her mouth.
"You’re far inferior to him; you two aren’t even on the same level."
"Impossible," Wan Fo Li immediately retorted. "I am stronger than Mo Lin.
Even if Mo Lin is an Immortal Cultivator at the Magic Control Level, he’s no match for me."
It wasn’t that Wan Fo Li was arrogant; he did have this bit of confidence.
"I said you are not worthy of being compared to him, and you’re not, understand?" Huang Qi’s tone became a few degrees harsher.
A huge force surged out.
Wan Fo Li was instantly shaken, spitting out fresh blood, too scared to speak.
Mo Lin was just about to refuse when he heard Huang Qi’s commanding tone.
"If you refuse me, you will die on Immortal Island and never be able to leave in this life."
Huang Qi coldly said, "Only we Twelve Immortals have the Wind-Calling Talisman to leave here.
If I don’t give you the Wind-Calling Talisman, no other immortals will."
From her tone, Mo Lin could guess one thing: without the Wind-Calling Talisman, he couldn’t leave.
As for pretending to comply temporarily to be Huang Qi’s husband?
Mo Lin couldn’t get past that mental barrier.
Not that he was especially steadfast or feigning behavior.
He just genuinely disliked doing such things that went against his will.
"Be my husband, and I’ll teach you the Longevity Technique," Huang Qi slowly said to Mo Lin.
"Could you give me a Wind-Calling Talisman and let me leave?" Mo Lin politely asked Huang Qi.
"Don’t be ignorant."
Huang Qi’s beautiful eyes rebuked Mo Lin angrily, and then her pink long hair stood upright with the wind.
An invisible pressure instantly surged.
Seeing Mo Lin not speaking, Huang Qi took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and then her pink hair fell back down.
"What’s wrong? Don’t think I’m good enough? I’m not beautiful enough?"
"You are very beautiful; I just simply have no feelings for you," Mo Lin replied in a gentle tone.
The other party didn’t resort to violence, so Mo Lin wouldn’t break the deadlock.
If he could leave peacefully, that would be best.
If not, Mo Lin would have to resort to force.
"Feelings? What are those?"
Huang Qi looked at Mo Lin puzzledly.
She chose Mo Lin not out of feelings for him or because she thought he was handsome.
She was merely in her mate-choosing period and happened to meet someone very formidable of the same age.
So, she wanted to choose Mo Lin as her husband.
The reason was simply that she wanted to select someone strong to be her husband.
Mo Lin matched her criteria.
"Maybe thinking about the other person sometimes? Love?"
Mo Lin explained casually with a single sentence.
At least from Mo Lin’s perspective, Huang Qi was unlikely to understand these things.
So Mo Lin gave a very perfunctory explanation.
"Love?" Huang Qi murmured to herself, then said again, "How can I make you love me?"
Wan Fo Li, at the side, was utterly speechless.
What the hell...
What’s going on here?
Is this what he should be hearing?
Isn’t Huang Qi the kind of immortal who kills without batting an eye?
What’s with this love-dovey style?
Does Mo Lin understand women’s hearts so well?
Has he got Huang Qi totally under control?
Others come here to fight and kill desperately.
Mo Lin comes here for love?
Huang Qi’s question left Mo Lin at a loss for words.
Mo Lin sorted out his thoughts and said again, "I don’t know how to answer you either."
Honestly, Mo Lin really didn’t know how to answer her.
Huang Qi retracted her gaze, and her tone suddenly turned icy as she asked Mo Lin, "Are you willing to be my husband?
Think carefully before you answer."
You could clearly feel the malice emanating from her.
"I’m not willing," Mo Lin coldly replied.
"Heh."
Huang Qi gently waved her right hand, and the next moment, Mo Lin felt the world spinning.
Darkness descended around him, and he found himself in an unknown place.
Not knowing where it was, darkness surrounded him.
"Either die here or become my husband.
Take your time to think it over."
Huang Qi’s voice echoed in the air, then gradually faded away.
This was indeed the means of an immortal.
The sky began to light up, and the dark space became illuminated.
The next moment, Mo Lin saw corpses scattered everywhere.
He stood in a deep pit approximately a few thousand square meters.
Mo Lin stepped on hard corpses.
Around him grew vine-like things.
"This is a place for burying the dead. If you want to get out, don’t disobey the immortal," a young man holding a broom sweeping the ground by the edge of the pit advised Mo Lin.
Mo Lin directly ignored the young man’s words and started climbing up along the pit’s wall. Suddenly, a skeletal hand appeared, grabbing Mo Lin’s ankle, pulling him back into the pit.
It was then that Mo Lin saw a skeleton wearing a Daoist robe slowly appear.
In the skeleton’s eye sockets glowed a red light, staring intently at Mo Lin.
Seeing Mo Lin wouldn’t leave, the Skull Daoist took no further action.
"You can’t get out. This Skeleton Immortal guards the burial pit," the young man shouted again to Mo Lin from a distance.
Mo Lin glanced at the young man and immediately guessed.
This young man must also be a person assigned to guard this place.
Mo Lin was sure he had to resist somehow; he couldn’t just stay confined here forever, right?
The next moment, Mo Lin used an Immortal Technique, gathering Immortal Qi. The bright red Immortal Qi condensed into a light spot, pressing it down toward the Skull Daoist.
The Skull Daoist raised a Peach Wood Sword, Dao Qi surging, clashing with Mo Lin’s Immortal Qi.
...
In an Immortal Palace.
An extremely ugly man floated above the palace.
His face covered in a black layer, the man’s facial features were hideously ugly, disgustingly twisted, with a crooked face.
He was extremely short, only about a meter tall, with a fat body.
Like a huge wooden barrel.
"Please, Immortal, help me kill Mo Lin."
Wan Fo Li knelt on the ground, respectfully addressing the man. "As long as I become Huang Qi’s husband, I am willing to give you a share of Immortal Power."
