Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 587 - 585: The Miserable Dao Wuxuan

The Cyan Cloud Sword hovered beside Mo Lin. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Mo Lin didn't think the people before him happened to show up here by chance.

There must be a reason for these strange people to suddenly appear.

Mo Lin even felt that this group came for him.

He could clearly hear the sound of blood dripping on the ground outside the house.

The man in white looked at Mo Lin and then smiled, his sharp teeth appearing before him.

"My name is Fu Qi," the man in white slowly introduced himself to Mo Lin.

"Mo Lin," Mo Lin replied unhurriedly, stating his own name.

Fu Qi raised his right hand, and the blood rain outside instantly converged from the ground, forming a blood figure.

Soon, the rest of the blood also gathered together to form blood figures.

Fu Qi squinted his eyes, leaving only a thin slit visible.

"I hope we can be friends, not enemies."

As his words fell, Fu Qi turned around and left directly.

With Fu Qi's departure, the blood rain outside stopped.

The dismembered corpses scattered on the ground remained.

The lingering smell of blood did not dissipate.

Mo Lin was no fool. Whether it was Consort Ji from before or Fu Qi just now, they clearly came to meet him.

It felt like an inspection of goods.

They came here specifically to see Mo Lin.

"Jingle... Jingle..."

A sound of bells came from outside the house.

The sound was crisp and clear.

Then a fierce wind blew.

The fierce wind made the entire front door tremble.

Even sitting inside the house, Mo Lin could hear the whistling sound of the wind outside the door.

A small girl, about 1.5 meters tall, appeared in the darkness.

The little girl was playing with a paper figurine in her right hand, while her left hand held a pair of scissors, as if she was cutting paper to make paper figures.

The little girl wore bells on her feet and hands, making jingling sounds as she walked.

She had a ponytail, an oval face, and big dark eyes, her appearance quite ordinary.

She wore plain clothes.

And simple cloth shoes.

The girl came to the outside of the house, leaned on the doorframe, and poked her head in, locking eyes with Mo Lin.

Giving off a peeping vibe.

With strange people appearing one after another, Mo Lin became more cautious.

A question floated in Mo Lin's mind, wondering what this group of people was there for.

"Are you Mo Lin?" the girl asked clearly towards Mo Lin.

"Who are you?" Mo Lin asked back.

"My name is Cyan Stream Cocoon," the little girl reported her name.

Then she showed a timid look and slowly walked into the house.

Mo Lin didn't let his guard down the slightest; as the girl stepped into the house, Mo Lin's hairs stood on end.

This girl was even more terrifying than Consort Ji and Fu Qi before.

It seems that a lot of powerful people have appeared in the East District since Mo Lin disappeared for more than a year.

"May I ask, why are you looking for me?" Mo Lin asked Cyan Stream Cocoon.

"Of course, it's to inspect the goods."

Cyan Stream Cocoon earnestly said to Mo Lin, "You are a very sought-after commodity now, very valuable.

I don't want to waste money, so I came to check the goods first."

"What do you mean?" Mo Lin frowned, asking again.

"Literally, to buy you," Cyan Stream Cocoon added, "I just came to see if you're worth a copper coin."

It really confirmed Mo Lin's suspicion.

Mo Lin had already felt that this group of people seemed to be there for an inspection, and it turned out to be so.

Consecutively, Mo Lin had many doubts in his mind.

But Mo Lin didn't rush to ask.

"Were the people before also here to inspect the goods, just like you?" Mo Lin asked Cyan Stream Cocoon.

"Two people?"

Cyan Stream Cocoon responded confusedly, "Did you make a mistake in the number, five people had already come before me."

These words seemed simple, but to Mo Lin, it was like a horror story.

The pressure Mo Lin felt was no less than watching a horror movie.

In other words, several people had come to see him without his awareness.

"You're worth a copper coin," Cyan Stream Cocoon gave her judgment.

As the words fell, Cyan Stream Cocoon turned around, preparing to leave.

"May I ask, could you tell me who sold me?" Mo Lin was very puzzled, as he was a free man.

No one could control him.

Who could sell him?

This was different from Wan Foli.

Wan Foli might have been controlled, but Mo Lin was not.

Cyan Stream Cocoon stopped, her dark eyes suddenly turned bright red, she glanced back at Mo Lin.

Her gaze exuded pressure, and her tone turned ice cold.

"You ask too much."

As Cyan Stream Cocoon's voice fell, the paper figure in her hand seemed to come to life, standing up, staring hard at Mo Lin.

Mo Lin said no more, just watched Cyan Stream Cocoon leave.

With strange people appearing one after another, Mo Lin was under a lot of pressure.

Mo Lin turned his head to Feng Ge and asked, "Do you know anything about this?"

"I don't know."

Feng Ge shook his head, puzzled as much as Mo Lin.

Moreover, each person who appeared before was more formidable than the last.

Then, after a long time, nothing strange happened outside.

No strange people appeared, and Mo Lin and Feng Ge rested.

The next day, Mo Lin and Feng Ge set off to rescue Yun Xue'xue from Xuyan City.

Everything on the street was normal, as if the strange people from yesterday never appeared.

To reach Xuyan City, they had to pass through Hongzhou.

Hongzhou was in a state of decline, with many people having died during the Evil Spirit invasion, and almost everyone had fled.

Only the Gen Family remained here now.

Due to pressing time, Mo Lin didn't go to the Gen Family to find the Gen Family Business but passed through Hongzhou directly.

Passing through Hongzhou was quicker.

Mo Lin passed along a street.

On that street, there was a utility pole.

A person was tied to the utility pole.

Their body hung right in the center of the road.

Anyone passing by could see him.

The man was stained bright red, his skin flayed.

The blood and flesh exposed, a miserable sight.

Mo Lin recognized the outline of this man's body at a glance.

It was Dao Wuxuan.

Once heralded as the best in Daoist skills in Hongzhou, he was skilled in Thunder Technique.

He was also a disciple of Gen Shuanglong.

He had strengths, but who knew what he went through to end up in such a pitiful state.

Not knowing what he had gone through, he was skinned and hung here.

Dao Wuxuan wasn't dead but he couldn't survive either.

Dao Wuxuan might have seen Mo Lin, and slightly opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Mo Lin moved to rescue Dao Wuxuan down.

His muscles were almost desiccated.

Not being dead was a miracle already.

Dao Wuxuan opened his mouth, seemingly wanting water, so Mo Lin poured some into his mouth.

"Mo Lin... East District was sold."

Dao Wuxuan's voice was hoarse and very faint.

"Everyone in the East District will become goods; I wanted to stop them, but my strength alone was too weak.

The East District has rotted to the core."

When he said this, Dao Wuxuan suddenly became agitated, his eyes bulging outward.

His right hand grabbed Mo Lin's collar.

"Red Phoenix Mausoleum... and also..."

Dao Wuxuan seemed to have much more to say, but he felt he couldn't hold on anymore, so he chose to speak the most important words, "You must find a way to survive..."

Dao Wuxuan's right hand tightly grasped Mo Lin's collar, then he lost his breath.

He didn't even finish the last sentence.

Seeing Dao Wuxuan die, Mo Lin still felt many emotions.

In his impression, Dao Wuxuan was a selfless man who considered the well-being of the common people.

To end up in such a lamentable manner was about as tragic as it could get.