Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 511 - 509: Burial Immortal

The word ’capture’ aptly describes the scene before them.

The sky gradually brightened.

Three figures could be seen battling against Ling Qiaoqiao.

These three were wearing black robes and ghost face masks, making it impossible to see their faces.

They held thick iron chains, thicker than Mo Lin’s calf.

These people were whipping the chains in the air, and the fierce sound of chains swooshing could be heard.

The three of them worked together, encircling Ling Qiaoqiao.

No matter how Ling Qiaoqiao struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Mo Lin only glanced briefly, not planning to intervene.

After all, Ling Qiaoqiao was very strong, as she was an Immortal Cultivator.

The three before them seemed ordinary, merely Daoist Cultivators, so Mo Lin wasn’t worried.

"What did you do? Why are they capturing you?" Mo Lin questioned Ling Qiaoqiao with curiosity.

"Help me," Ling Qiaoqiao shouted at Mo Lin.

Her expression was filled with urgency, lacking any sense of composure.

"But aren’t you a Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator? Can’t you defeat these three?" Mo Lin was puzzled.

None of the three were even Immortal Cultivators, merely Daoist Cultivators.

They were not on the same level as Ling Qiaoqiao at all.

There was no reason for Ling Qiaoqiao to be so panicked.

Immortal Qi surged from Ling Qiaoqiao’s body, condensing into a terrifying line, rushing towards the man directly ahead.

The man raised his hand, and the iron chain appeared in his hand.

Immortal Qi struck the iron chain and vanished instantly.

Then the man in black wielded the iron chain fiercely, striking it hard against Ling Qiaoqiao’s body.

"Whack.."

Ling Qiaoqiao stumbled, almost getting knocked to the ground.

Then another man in black flung his iron chain, tightly wrapping it around Ling Qiaoqiao’s body.

Prepared to drag Ling Qiaoqiao away.

Only at this moment did Mo Lin notice that these black chains countered Immortal Qi.

Using Immortal Technique against these three was utterly ineffective.

Only then did Mo Lin understand why Ling Qiaoqiao was so panicked.

"Get lost..." Mo Lin scolded, as the Netherworld’s Nether Fire emerged in his hands.

Dark black flames bloomed in the air.

With a wave of Mo Lin’s hand, the dark flames swiftly converged towards the front.

"This person is a forbidden prey." one of the men in black reprimanded, "Retreat for now."

As his words fell, the other two backed away, preparing to leave.

"Isn’t that person also an Immortal Cultivator? Why not capture him?" one man in black asked in confusion.

"That one is forbidden prey, only the organization’s elite can capture him.

Let’s leave for now," the other man replied.

Mo Lin listened to their conversation clearly.

There was obviously some story here.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld’s Nether Fire formed a wall one meter high, trapping the three within.

Mo Lin was different from Ling Qiaoqiao.

Ling Qiaoqiao’s strongest means was Immortal Technique, but Mo Lin had not only Immortal Technique but also Divine Fire.

Their iron chains restrained foremost techniques but not Divine Fire.

"Since you’re here, don’t leave," Mo Lin said coldly.

One of the men in black swung his iron chain.

The iron chain surged out, colliding with the Netherworld’s Nether Fire ahead.

The chain exploded instantly, scattering iron shards everywhere.

Iron shards struck the man’s chest, leaving blood-red holes, with blood slowly flowing from the wounds.

Realizing he couldn’t survive, the man in black took out gray-white powder, sprinkling it on himself.

The next moment, his body ignited.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a pile of ashes.

The other two exchanged glances, then gritted their teeth, performing the same action by taking out white powder and sprinkling it on themselves.

Like the one before, both were burned alive, turning into a pile of ashes.

The three decisively ended themselves.

From their attire, it was like they were part of an organization.

Ling Qiaoqiao sat on the ground, panting heavily, her beautiful eyes fixed on Mo Lin, complaining, "Were you planning not to save me?

Although we haven’t known each other for long, we’re at least half friends, right?

Leaving someone to die?"

"No... I thought you could win," Mo Lin said truthfully, never expecting Ling Qiaoqiao to lose.

On Ling Qiaoqiao’s back was a blood-red mark, with fresh blood soaking through her clothes.

Ling Qiaoqiao slowly said, "Thank you."

Despite her grievances, Mo Lin indeed intervened, and she was very grateful to him.

"I wasn’t afraid of those three Daoist Cultivators, but their chains were strange, restraining Immortal Technique," Ling Qiaoqiao said gravely.

Mo Lin looked to the distance, inspecting their chains.

But Mo Lin then saw that when they used powder to self-incinerate, even their chains burned too.

This left Mo Lin unable to inspect the chains.

"I’m a bit scared; I plan to stay with you for now, at least until I recover," Ling Qiaoqiao truly felt frightened.

She had already guessed the identity of these people.

If Mo Lin hadn’t appeared earlier, she definitely would have been captured.

"Who did you offend?" Mo Lin asked Ling Qiaoqiao.

"No one," Ling Qiaoqiao answered truthfully.

"Then why are they capturing you?"

"They were planning to sell me," Ling Qiaoqiao thought with lingering fear.

She was a woman; if captured, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sell?" Mo Lin raised his eyebrows slightly.

Using that word on Ling Qiaoqiao felt a bit strange.

Ling Qiaoqiao was an Immortal Cultivator; who dared to kidnap her?

"I’ve only ever heard of ordinary people being kidnapped, never Immortal Cultivators," Mo Lin said, his expression turning grim.

Suddenly, he remembered that when he destroyed the Gen Family before, Fox Spirit and others mentioned being captured and sold to Geng Hong.

"There’s an organization that captures Immortal Cultivators, called Burial Immortal," Ling Qiaoqiao said slowly. "If I’m not mistaken, the three just now were from Burial Immortal, capturing and selling Immortal Cultivators.

The people of Burial Immortal have ways to specifically restrain Immortal Cultivators, and it’s difficult for normal Immortal Cultivators to escape when encountering them."

"That organization’s name is pretty impressive," Mo Lin remarked.

Anyone who dares to take such a grand name, the leader of Burial Immortal, must be very formidable.

At least, that’s how Mo Lin felt.

"Don’t act like nothing happened; you are an Immortal Cultivator too, and they will surely come for you," Ling Qiaoqiao reminded Mo Lin.

Her words made sense.

The higher the level of an Immortal Cultivator, the more valuable they were.

Mo Lin, being a Magic Control Level Immortal Cultivator, might also be on Burial Immortal’s hunting list.

Of course, it was just speculation; no one knew for certain.

But everyone understood the importance of caution.

"Do they capture Immortal Cultivators to sell for Netherworld Currency?" Mo Lin asked, puzzled.

"No, they exchange goods for goods," Ling Qiaoqiao answered Mo Lin: "They use other valuable things to trade for Immortal Cultivators.

Anything will do, Daoist Skills or Immortal Techniques."