Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 633 - 631: The New Seasonal Envoy of the 24 Solar Terms

Yun Xue'xue's hair was in disarray, but she didn't care about her injuries and charged at Zhao Yuan once again.

There wasn't any special technique, just exchanging injury for injury.

Her moves were similar to Zhao Yuan's, unable to achieve a surprising victory.

Exchanging injury for injury was the best combat method for Yun Xue'xue at the moment.

Gen Family Business was slaughtering the Yellow Springs Ghosts with all his attention focused on Mo Lin.

As for Yun Xue'xue's situation, Gen Family Business noticed it too.

He couldn't afford to manage two people.

Gen Family Business could only tend to Mo Lin.

As long as Mo Lin was defeated, he would immediately rescue and escape with Mo Lin.

Not only Gen Family Business cared about Mo Lin.

At the same time, everyone in the Gen family was focused on Mo Lin.

Everyone was worried Mo Lin would die at Qu Han's hands.

After all, Qu Han possessed Yun Chuan's Dragon Vein.

"Nvwa!"

Mo Lin shouted.

Mo Lin's voice was loud.

Everyone was eagerly anticipating Mo Lin to summon a powerful entity.

A moment later... no movement at all.

"Even if I go out, I won't win. You should run for your life."

An icy voice from Nvwa emerged from within Mo Lin.

Mo Lin's head buzzed...

Even someone as powerful as Nvwa cannot defeat the Yellow Turban Warrior before him?

Gen Family Business and the others heard this voice as well.

Gen Family Business began to breathe heavily at this moment.

Meanwhile, everyone in the Gen family became tense.

Hearts were racing.

This meant Mo Lin was going to lose.

"You can't win?" Mo Lin had never heard Nvwa say such a thing.

"Your body is too weak. Even if I defeat the Yellow Turban Warrior, you will die.

Your body cannot withstand my power.

Run for your life." Nvwa's voice sounded again.

Nvwa offered the best solution.

Which was to have Mo Lin run for his life.

Nvwa could destroy the Yellow Turban Warrior, but Mo Lin would die as well, so Nvwa would not take action.

"Mo Lin, you go ahead, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

From afar... Yun Xue'xue shouted to Mo Lin.

Yun Xue'xue's white clothes were soaked in blood.

Blood flowed continuously from the corner of her mouth; her right arm bled.

In such a state and still fine?

Mo Lin knew well that if he left now.

Yun Xue'xue would surely die.

Even if Yun Xue'xue was strong, she couldn't possibly defeat both Zhao Yuan and Qu Han together.

Yun Xue'xue was impressive.

Mo Lin wasn't weak either.

But likewise, Zhao Yuan wasn't a pushover.

Qu Han wasn't easy to deal with either.

Who doesn't have some strength?

Everyone's life is life.

Without a bit of confidence, who would dare to fight?

Mo Lin had strength, and Qu Han wasn't a pushover either.

Qu Han's ability to obtain the Power of the Dragon Vein was enough to prove his strength.

This battle would determine who was strong.

The loser would be unlucky.

Winning or losing depended on one's own skills.

The hearts of Gen Family Business and the others were in their throats as they focused on Mo Lin,

ready to flee with him at any moment.

Mo Lin wasn't sure what level this Yellow Turban Warrior belonged to.

But the feeling he gave Mo Lin was incredibly strong.

Just as everyone thought Mo Lin would give up, something unexpected happened.

Mo Lin slowly took out a golden coin.

The golden coin appeared before everyone.

The golden coin glittered like a star.

It was hard not to attract attention.

"Gold coin?" Zhao Yuan frowned at the golden coin in front of Mo Lin, a hint of apprehension showing.

Qu Han's expression was as if he had eaten dirt.

Seeing the gold coin in Mo Lin's hand, he immediately realized that the outcome was undecided.

This was the first time Qu Han ever encountered a gold coin.

It was a Seasonal Coin.

Qu Han had once participated in the Seasonal Coins, obtaining a Copper Coin.

He exchanged that Copper Coin for Yun Chuan's Dragon Vein.

"Swoosh..."

A water arrow rushed forward, striking the body of the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The Yellow Turban Warrior staggered backward several steps.

Mo Lin was stunned.

He hadn't made a move.

Who did that?

"Rumble..."

Thunder and lightning filled the air.

"Clatter..."

A downpour of rain.

Pearl-sized raindrops fell to the ground.

The raindrops fell on Mo Lin and the others harmlessly.

But over the Yellow Springs Ghosts, it was eerie.

The raindrops were like sharp swords piercing the bodies of the Yellow Springs Ghosts.

Hundreds of Yellow Springs Ghosts were instantly wiped out.

"Swoosh..."

Another water arrow came piercing forward.

The Yellow Turban Warrior swung his bronze hammer, shattering the water arrow.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's body trembled.

"Newly appointed Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy?"

Zhao Yuan exclaimed at the distant storm.

Only the magic of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy can resonate with nature and wield such wind and rain abilities.

Rain-Dispelling Technique.

This magic was the ability of the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy, Gu Yu.

Unlike Zhao Yuan, who was currently only an acting Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy and not a true one.

Qu Han's expression, looking as if he had eaten dirt, was now even more rigid.

He used the Power of the Dragon Vein to protect himself from the falling raindrops.

Each droplet was like a long sword, stabbing at Qu Han.

Looking again at the Yellow Turban Warrior summoned by Qu Han, it struggled under the torrential rain.

"Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy, Gu Yu?"

Qu Han shouted towards the distance: "We have no quarrel with you, why come to trouble us?"

Qu Han cursed in his heart.

How did Mo Lin have such a strong backing?

Why would a Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy come to support Mo Lin?

No one had ever heard of Mo Lin knowing the Envoys!

Gen Family Business and the others' despair turned into a glimmer of hope.

Clearly, the newcomer was a friend, not a foe.

Mo Lin widened his eyes.

He searched his memory,

but couldn't recall when he knew a Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy.

Could they have been invited by the Six-Eared Race?

That didn't seem right either.

The rain suspended in mid-air as if a pause button was pressed, then condensed into swords.

Countless swords descended upon the Yellow Turban Warrior.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's massive body couldn't dodge and had to withstand it head-on.

The swords rained down on the Yellow Turban Warrior.

"Rumble..."

The Yellow Turban Warrior staggered back several meters, its massive body showing cracks.

Facing such fierce attacks, the Yellow Turban Warrior's body could barely endure.

"Brother Mo Lin, is that your friend?" Gen Family Business asked Mo Lin.

"Uh..." Mo Lin looked awkward, not knowing how to respond.

Until now, Mo Lin still hadn't seen who had arrived.

A woman walked in the air, wearing a bright red outfit adorned with patterns.

Her black hair was tied up high, with two strands framing her face delicately.

The wind blew, making her bangs sway.

Her eyebrows were long and graceful, like ink lines in a painting, outlining the gentle beauty of an Eastern woman.

She descended like a fairy,

giving an impression of inviolability.

Her presence created an unprecedented pressure.

Even Zhao Yuan felt the weight.

With her appearance, the battle reached a pause.

The fight stopped momentarily.

Her beautiful eyes glanced at Mo Lin, her dark eyes showing a hint of grievance.

"You scared me; I thought you were dead."

"I... um... I..." Mo Lin was at a loss for words.

He was all too familiar with the woman before him.

Cui Xinyun!

A woman Mo Lin would remember for a lifetime.

Perhaps it was excitement... or the long separation.

Or perhaps nerves?

Mo Lin didn't know what to say.