Chapter 67: Chapter 65: Find Out Who Did It
Feng Mingyu truly admires Mo Lin’s fearless spirit.
Amazing...
It feels like there’s nothing in this world that Mo Lin is afraid of.
Feng Mingyu has no doubt that if Kunxuan keeps babbling.
Mo Lin will definitely take action against him.
There will be no surprises.
Mo Lin pointed his long sword at Kunxuan.
The meaning was clear, if you want to interfere, then speak with strength.
Kunxuan took out a Fire Talisman, hesitated for a moment.
"Ah, the folly of youth! So impulsive..."
Kunxuan waved his hand and said, "I meddled in things I shouldn’t have; I’ll go.."
Afraid?
He wasn’t really afraid.
It’s just that four Nightmare Level ghosts are indeed tough to deal with.
And the long sword in Mo Lin’s hand doesn’t look simple either.
There’s no guarantee that Mo Lin doesn’t have other trump cards.
So Kunxuan chose not to engage.
Besides, he’s old...definitely not as physically strong as Mo Lin.
Even if they fought, he wouldn’t always have the upper hand.
He has some secret weapons, but he can’t reveal them for such trivial matters, can he?
"You indeed stuck your nose where it doesn’t belong," Mo Lin retorted to Kunxuan.
Kunxuan heard this and said nothing, quietly walking away.
Yuan Cao’s last hope was completely extinguished.
When he saw Mo Lin possessing four Nightmare Level ghosts at that moment.
He was in despair.
Regretted..
He didn’t know at all that Mo Lin was a Level Five Ghost-Controlling Master with four Nightmare Level ghosts.
If he had known Mo Lin was this formidable.
Even with a hundred lives, he wouldn’t dare to trouble Mo Lin.
Now it’s too late to say anything.
He can only regret it now.
Mo Lin wasn’t in a hurry to make his move; he looked around.
"Anyone else want to stop me?"
Mo Lin’s mood right now was like even a passing dog would get beaten.
If anyone else dared to jump out to save Yuan Cao.
Mo Lin wouldn’t waste words and would certainly kill them.
The atmosphere of anger had reached this point.
If no one died, it wouldn’t feel right.
Of course.. no unexpected events occurred.
No one else came out to meddle.
Mo Lin signaled to Chen Xi with his eyes.
Chen Xi understood instantly, immediately went to Yuan Cao’s side, and ended his life.
As for Yuan Cao’s brothers, upon seeing him dead, they couldn’t care less and scattered in all directions.
"One...two..three...four..."
Feng Mingyu stared at Mo Lin’s four Contract Ghosts.
"How have there become two more Contract Ghosts?"
Feng Mingyu, surprised, asked Mo Lin, "And they’re Nightmare Level Contract Ghosts."
The last time she met Mo Lin, he only revealed two Nightmare Level Contract Ghosts.
In just a few days without seeing him, his two Nightmare Level Contract Ghosts became four?
Isn’t that absurd?
Are Nightmare Level Contract Ghosts really so cheap?
Are Nightmare Level Contract Ghosts truly like cabbages?
"How can you have so many Contract Ghosts?"
She was envious.. Feng Mingyu was really jealous.
It was extremely difficult for her to acquire even one Dangerous Level ghost.
Mo Lin casually possesses Nightmare Level ghosts and has four of them at that.
Comparisons are deadly.
"Isn’t a normal person allowed to have at most only two Contract Ghosts? How do you have four?"
"This isn’t scientific," Feng Mingyu exclaimed in shock.
"This is something you don’t understand; you’re being superficial.
The end of science is metaphysics," Mo Lin explained to Feng Mingyu.
"Alright!" Feng Mingyu couldn’t find words to refute.
After all, too many inexplicable things had happened with Mo Lin.
"Mo, thank you so much; thank you for saving my life." Liu Feng’s eyes reddened, sincerely expressing gratitude to Mo Lin once more.
"If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word. Whatever help I can offer, I certainly will."
"Don’t get too excited, calm down," Mo Lin soothed Liu Feng’s emotions.
Liu Feng was overly excited, his wounds were bleeding profusely... who could bear that?
Mo Lin hurried to comfort Liu Feng’s emotions.
"What should we do about my uncle’s injury?" Feng Mingyu looked towards Mo Lin for help.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Mo Lin retorted to Feng Mingyu, "I’m not a doctor."
"I thought you might have a way," Feng Mingyu murmured.
"With injuries like this, what can I do? If I’m injured like this, I’d go to the hospital to see a doctor too!"
Mo Lin exclaimed, "You have to trust science!"
"Didn’t you just say the end of science is metaphysics?"
"You’re good at applying what you learn?"
Mo Lin continued, "Don’t you see the blood spurting from the wound? You think I’m a god?"
"Quickly, take him to the hospital."
Mo Lin supported Liu Feng, taking him to the hospital for treatment.
Once at the hospital, after an examination, Liu Feng was admitted.
It seemed Feng Mingyu had some connections with the hospital director.
Liu Feng received special care upon arrival at the hospital.
Mo Lin silently noted this network.
In case he gets injured in the future, he can also request Feng Mingyu to arrange some VIP care at the hospital.
Mo Lin was busy all night, and by the time he returned home, it was already 1 a.m.
When he got home, he fell asleep immediately.
Too tired.
...
"Have you found the Thunder Talisman?" Kunxuan asked a young man.
"We found Bing Yanfei’s body in Wanlin Mountain, but no Thunder Talisman."
The man reported truthfully, "I suspect the Thunder Talisman has been taken by someone else."
"How did Bing Yanfei die?" Kunxuan asked.
"Was killed by someone; I suspect it was a robbery, and the murderer took the Thunder Talisman." The man replied again.
"It seems the Thunder Talisman is in Yun Chuan City; go investigate who killed Bing Yanfei," Kunxuan ordered the man.
"Yes," the man nodded and then stepped back.
In another hotel in Yun Chuan City.
A woman dressed in dark gray stood by the window in her room, gazing into the distance with a worried expression.
She came to Yun Chuan City to find her Thunder Talisman.
"Miss, Bing Yanfei’s body has been found," a man reported respectfully to the woman.
"The body? Bing Yanfei is dead?" the woman asked.
"Yes, he’s dead."
"Are you sure? Could it be staged death?" the woman expressed disbelief.
"Checked and confirmed, he’s truly dead," the man replied earnestly.
"How could he die? He had the vengeance of a murdered wife and daughter, how could he die?"
"He took the Zhuge Family’s Thunder Talisman, hiding all these years, wasn’t it for revenge? How could he die so easily?"
"Is the vengeance for murdered wife and daughter just forgotten? He’s not seeking revenge? He’s really dead?"
Though the man said Bing Yanfei was dead,
the woman found it somewhat unacceptable.
For the vengeance of murdered wife and daughter, Bing Yanfei put in countless efforts.
Even hiding in Thunder Talisman Celestial Master Mansion for five years, always looking for a chance to reclaim the Thunder Talisman and avenge his wife and daughter.
Bing Yanfei hadn’t yet avenged his grievances fully.
How could he die so easily?
This immense hatred left unmet?
To die so suddenly?
The woman couldn’t fully grasp it.
Bing Yanfei lived cautiously, and yet he died so inexplicably?
Too sudden.
"How did he die?" the woman asked again.
"Wrongfully using the Thunder Talisman led to damaged meridians, depleting life; before dying, he should have encountered a powerful enemy," the man answered.
"Go find out who that powerful enemy is."
"Understood," the man slowly stepped back.