Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 639 - 637: The Eerie Evil Cultivator

There are at least over a hundred million people in the East District.

Although so many have died, there's equally a great number resisting against an unfair fate.

Liuer Mingxi showed Mo Lin another side of the East District.

As for carrying out missions and such, there are no rewards at all.

Those who've survived in the East District until now have figured life out.

There was also a conspicuous slogan in the wooden hut.

"Everyone meets death sooner or later.

So before you die, make yourself valuable."

The people here do exactly that.

Perhaps in a drunken state, one person stood on the table and slowly said, "Let me share something about Mo Lin."

Upon hearing this sentence, everyone instinctively quieted down.

The previously boisterous market-like environment was now silent.

Everyone was listening to the man's next words.

"Mo Lin was ambushed by Hai Liang and Fu Qi in Jin County, defeated Hai Liang, subjugated Fu Qi, and won a great victory."

"Clap clap clap..."

Upon hearing this news, everyone started clapping.

"That's brilliant!"

"No wonder he's the number one in the East District, amazing."

Listening to news about Mo Lin is one of the few types of entertainment for these people.

"Don't get too excited... I have even more explosive news."

The man waved his hand to signal everyone to quiet down again.

So everyone quieted down again.

"A week ago, Mo Lin led Yun Xue'xue, along with the Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy, Zhao Yuan, and Qu Han in battle.

Zhao Yuan and Qu Han led over a thousand Yellow Springs Ghosts to besiege the Gen Family; that battle claimed many lives."

The man deliberately paused here, not speaking.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats, though not on the battlefield, the tension was palpable.

Until someone softly asked, "Is Mo Lin alright?"

"Of course, he's alright."

The man spoke loudly again, "The fierce battle turned everything within dozens of kilometers into ruins.

The fight was brutal...

Do you know what happened on the battlefield?"

"What happened?" someone asked.

"Mo Lin's little girlfriend appeared and single-handedly took down Zhao Yuan and Qu Han.

Qu Han's Dragon Vein was effortlessly subdued by the little girlfriend."

As his voice fell.

The scene seemed like it was energized.

Everyone began cheering.

The prior sense of defeat vanished, everyone was very excited, an indescribable exhilaration reflected on their faces.

As if they had personally experienced that battle.

"Mo Lin disappeared for a year, this is a hero's return!"

"Our group needs to show some fighting spirit too."

"Honestly, in my heart, Mo Lin is the real hero.

The high-ups in the East District are bullshit.

The Destined Person stuff is all nonsense."

At this moment, everyone suddenly started discussing Mo Lin.

The discussions grew intense to the point of red faces, as if eager for a brawl.

Just the mention of Mo Lin's name fired up the group.

Although none of them have met Mo Lin.

They were all the most basic cultivators, needing several people to join forces to kill even one Evil Spirit.

They simply couldn't get close to Mo Lin.

Everyone's information was very limited.

Moreover, there's a butterfly effect when everyone liked to talk about Mo Lin, it spread to the people surrounding these groups.

Mo Lin stood in the wooden hut, listening to the cheers for his name, stunned.

The excitement and exhilaration washed over him.

Just hearing the name Mo Lin got these people overly thrilled.

The air of dejection disappeared when Mo Lin's name was mentioned.

Mo Lin felt more puzzled.

He thought he hadn't done anything, right?

Why did so many people enjoy discussing him?

This kind of affection wasn't like fans loving celebrities.

It was more a sense of admiration and aspiration.

"Let's go."

Liuer Mingxi pulled Mo Lin out of his perplexity, leading him out of the hut.

After talking with Liuer Mingxi, Mo Lin learned there are many such places in the East District.

As for those red motorcycles along the road, they were part of a public service, allowing people carrying out missions to conveniently switch vehicles at any time.

And someone refueled and maintained the motorcycles.

Mo Lin sat in the back seat of a motorcycle, the wind blowing against his cheeks.

The cheers from the wooden hut echoed in his ears, his mind filled with the excited scenes from the hut.

It wasn't clear how much time had passed.

Mo Lin simply remembered Liuer Mingxi switched motorcycles three times.

The motorcycle finally stopped in a town.

Mo Lin shook his head, no longer reminiscing about the events in the wooden hut.

Liuer Mingxi stood before Mo Lin, seriously warning him, "Don't think you're so great.

Nor should you feel invincible.

So many people in this world are stronger than you, far too many.

The world is vast, where you stand is just the tip of the iceberg, there are countless geniuses like you."

Though these words seemed addressed to Mo Lin, it felt more like her own experience.

"Even your little girlfriend, now a Twenty-four Solar Terms Envoy, isn't she still being hunted down?" Liuer Mingxi retorted to Mo Lin.

A single sentence struck Mo Lin like a thunderbolt.

"You have survival strategies, but that's not your capital for arrogance.

If you can't embrace humility, you may be fine, but you'll endanger many friends.

For instance... your little girlfriend."

A sentence left Mo Lin stunned in place...

Liuer Mingxi, along with her master, felt more grounded to Mo Lin.

Unlike those he associated with before.

Like Yun Xue'xue and Luo Xiaoxiao.

At least there's a difference in their personalities.

Not to say Yun Xue'xue and the others are lesser than Liuer Mingxi.

It's just a different feeling.

"Understood." Mo Lin nodded, willingly accepting Liuer Mingxi's caution.

Liuer Mingxi took out the mission paper and glanced at it, then said, "The location is correct, this is it.

According to reports, there's a very powerful Evil Cultivator who's taken over this district.

Killed many people."

This is a necessary passage on the national road.

If this Evil Cultivator isn't killed, more and more people will keep dying.

"Go quickly.. go quickly.."

A man's hoarse voice called in Mo Lin's direction.

This man seemed like he'd been devoured, his body full of holes, drenched in blood.

"You can't defeat the Evil Cultivator here; we need someone more powerful to come." The man breathed heavily, shouting at Mo Lin.

When the man was about ten meters from Mo Lin, he heavily fell to the ground, mostly dead.

Mo Lin looked behind.

There was a woman.

Her black hair was disheveled, and her clothes were tattered.

Unclear when she last washed her hair, it was excessively oily, sticking together.

She held a rope in her right hand.

Following the rope line, it was filled with heads.

She strung heads together on the rope, it was a very long rope, with just a glance, it was all heads.