Chapter 37: Chapter 35: Catching Ghosts
Shadows of ghosts appeared all around.
The ghost shadows occupied the sole entrance of the restaurant.
The restaurant, which wasn’t very large to begin with, was now crammed with ghosts.
It seemed somewhat crowded at this moment.
"One.. two.. four... five.. seven..."
Feng Mingyu casually counted.
At least a dozen ghosts.
If they were ordinary daily-level ghosts, she wouldn’t be afraid.
But the problem was these ghosts were of the dangerous level, second-level ghosts.
Feng Mingyu herself was a second-level Ghost-Controlling Master, faced with so many dangerous level ghosts, her brow furrowed slightly.
She instinctively moved closer to Mo Lin.
"Aren’t you not afraid of ghosts?" Mo Lin asked in confusion.
"I’m not afraid." Feng Mingyu puffed out her chest, standing straight.
Suddenly, Feng Mingyu’s body gave a sharp tremble.
The scene that suddenly appeared before her made all the hair on her body stand on end.
An eyeball rolled on the ground.. a blood-soaked arm slowly picked up this eyeball.
The arm placed the eyeball in its mouth, crunching with an audible cracking sound.
A ghostly woman with disheveled hair appeared.
Blood flowed from her body, half floating in the air.
Just looking at her for a moment, Feng Mingyu suddenly found herself flooded with a surge of memories that didn’t belong to her.
Memories of various tragic deaths poured into her mind.
"Ugh..." Feng Mingyu couldn’t withstand the violent mental shock, her body reacting intensely.
She half-crouched on the ground, vomiting.
Everything she ate today was thrown up.
Feng Mingyu’s pupils gradually widened, her body shaking uncontrollably.
Her expression became distorted.
This was a fear that came from deep within.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Nightmare level..."
Yes.. the ghost before her was actually a nightmare-level ghost..
Feng Mingyu never expected to encounter a nightmare-level ghost.
This was a nightmare-level ghost...
Dead.. dead... definitely dead...
Feng Mingyu muttered to herself.
Mo Lin didn’t have such a big reaction as Feng Mingyu.
He remained calm.
Ghosts.. he’d seen many.
Mo Lin grabbed Feng Mingyu’s collar, lifted her up, and tossed her aside.
"You..." Feng Mingyu was about to complain.
Then she saw that a deep pit had appeared where she had just crouched.
The nightmare-level ghost had launched an attack unbeknownst to her.
If Mo Lin hadn’t intervened in time, she wouldn’t have been able to react, potentially suffering serious injury.
"This this this..." Feng Mingyu exclaimed.
The surroundings underwent a dramatic transformation.
What was once the hotel’s setting had turned into an open-air graveyard.
Terror rode the winds blowing through.
The graves on the ground suddenly thrust through the soil, hands emerging.
Bodies crawled out of the earth.
The smell hit so hard it was nearly tangible.
Feng Mingyu felt one thing at that moment.. disgust...
The scene was particularly terrifying.
"Don’t panic.. these are all illusions, likely the ghost skill of that ghost just now." Mo Lin explained to Feng Mingyu.
"I know.. I’m not afraid." Feng Mingyu said again.
"If you’re not afraid, why are you clutching my shirt? You’ve torn it right out of the seam." Mo Lin teased Feng Mingyu.
"Ah.. oh..." Feng Mingyu unconsciously stepped back two paces.
"It’s coming.. that corpse is coming.."
A corpse covered with rotten, stinking flesh walked directly towards Feng Mingyu, standing right in front of her.
The stench attacked her senses.
The feeling was unchangeably real.
Feng Mingyu couldn’t associate things like eyeballs with illusions.
She sensed Mo Lin was about to summon a Contract Ghost.
Mo Lin placed a hand on Feng Mingyu’s shoulder, reminding her, "Don’t summon your Contract Ghost.. if you summon it, it will be eaten."
Feng Mingyu was so scared, she dared not summon her Contract Ghost.
Mo Lin suspected that the nightmare-level ghost was deliberately trying to scare Feng Mingyu into summoning her Contract Ghost.
Then it would eat Feng Mingyu’s Contract Ghost.
"If you’re too scared.. just close your eyes, it’s fine." Mo Lin comforted Feng Mingyu.
"Mm.." Feng Mingyu closed her eyes, sticking closely against Mo Lin’s back, not daring to move.
The nightmare-level ghost, seeing Feng Mingyu not summon her Contract Ghost, let out an angry, furious roar.
"Name: Hong Ye
Level: Nightmare Level
Ghost Skill: Illusion Realm (Creates an illusion of the opponent’s fear to terrorize them.)"
The surrounding graveyard should be what Feng Mingyu was most afraid of.
Nightmare-level ghost, quite good, to be recorded in the Ghost Suppression Book, a decent combat addition too.
"Roar..." The sound of a roar echoed.
Chen Xi’s figure appeared in the air.
She waved her hand, breaking the illusionary realm around.
Mo Lin hadn’t summoned Chen Xi out.
She must have sensed a ghost provoking her and came out.
"Master, just hang tight, I’ll take care of the trouble for you."
Chen Xi’s figure charged into the front to entangle with another nightmare-level ghost.
Sounds of wailing rang out.
Deep pits appeared on the hotel’s walls.
Then, there were simultaneous deep cuts on the ground.
The hotel walls collapsed with a loud crash.
"Let’s get out first..." Mo Lin grabbed Feng Mingyu’s hand and led her out of the hotel.
Feng Mingyu opened her eyes and saw two nightmare-level ghosts fighting.
"How come there’s another nightmare-level ghost?"
"Your contract ghost?" Feng Mingyu asked Mo Lin.
"Yes." Mo Lin nodded.
Mo Lin and Feng Mingyu left the restaurant first, and right after, the restaurant collapsed.
Two nightmare-level ghosts were engaged in a fierce battle in the air.
Mo Lin was not idle either, rushing to a dangerous level ghost and grabbing it.
Scattering Soul Ghost-Catching Technique, Form Twelve, Sealed Ghost.
Mo Lin sealed a ghost, compressing it into a fist-sized sphere, then put the sphere into his pocket.
He promptly started catching the next ghost.
Repeating the same action, he began catching ghosts.
These ghosts are lower-level, but they shouldn’t be let go—catching them might be useful later.
Mo Lin would not confine these ghosts inside the Ghost Suppression Book.
Because it’s not worthwhile.
These ghosts are not just low-level, but many don’t possess any ghost skill.
Among them, two have ghost skills, but these skills are quite mediocre, lacking value.
The best approach is to seal these ghosts.
The Fengming Feather People were stunned.
A nightmare-level ghost was fighting.
Mo Lin, acting as if nothing had happened, was here catching little ghosts.
He didn’t worry at all about his contract ghost being defeated.
How confident is he?
Feng Mingyu was so tense she almost couldn’t breathe, her eyes fixed on the nightmare-level ghost in the air.
Afraid Mo Lin’s contract ghost might get defeated.
Chen Xi fought increasingly bravely, emitting a chilling sharp cry.
Chen Xi and the other nightmare-level ghost slammed into the ground.
Then, Chen Xi’s hand pierced through the other nightmare-level ghost’s chest.
She dragged this nightmare-level ghost and walked toward Mo Lin.
The nightmare-level ghost’s expression twisted, sometimes transforming into a boneless face, sometimes a face full of blood.
As if in great pain.
Feng Mingyu felt goosebumps.
She knew these were both ghosts, but the sight was still somewhat terrifying.
Chen Xi dragged the other nightmare-level ghost toward Mo Lin.
It felt a bit odd to use the word "drag."
Her arm pierced through the ghost’s chest, then lifted it, bringing the ghost before Mo Lin.
Then she detached the ghost from her arm, like pulling candy from a stick.
And harshly slammed the nightmare-level ghost onto the ground.
"Sir, I’ve captured the ghost that offended you."
Chen Xi stomped on the ghost to prevent its escape.
Mo Lin raised his hand and took this ghost into the Ghost Suppression Book.
"Ding! Congratulations on acquiring the ghost skill: Illusion Realm."
A new line of text appeared in the Ghost Suppression Book.
"Name: Hong Ye
Level: Nightmare
Ghost Skill: Illusion Realm.
Netherworld Currency Production: 80 units (daily)"
Mo Lin’s netherworld currency income increased again.
The higher the ghost’s level, the higher the daily netherworld currency production.
Mo Lin briefly calculated; netherworld currency earnings doubled.
Possibly because he had sold a ghost artifact before, earning a lot of netherworld currency, so the daily production of 80 units didn’t seem much.
Of course... something is better than nothing.
At this moment, the first page of the Ghost Suppression Book suddenly displayed a reminder.
"Captured five ghosts.. Capture five more ghosts, then all netherworld currency income will increase tenfold."
The gold-colored text stood out, as if fearing Mo Lin might miss it.
At that moment, Mo Lin became even more motivated in catching ghosts.
This Ghost Suppression Book kept bringing surprises.
All income increased tenfold, making nightmare-level ghosts yield 800 netherworld currency daily.
Mo Lin now had three nightmare-level ghosts, resulting in a daily income of 2400 netherworld currency.
Oh my...
Isn’t this income quite high?
If Mo Lin cultivates several nightmare-level ghosts, wouldn’t he become rich?
Doesn’t this mean, Mo Lin wouldn’t need to do anything and could still have endless netherworld currency?
Ha ha ha... just thinking about it makes me happy.
Netherworld currency is extremely important.
At least for ghosts, netherworld currency is as essential as food.
Just catching a ghost brought unexpected gains.
Mo Lin’s mood was quite good now.
....
Qi Daoist Temple.
"Senior brother, a nightmare-level ghost is fighting in the west." A chubby man just returned from buying yellow paper outside.
On his way back to the Daoist Temple, he saw Mo Lin fighting with a nightmare-level ghost, and hurriedly came to report.
"Senior brother, the ghost that stirred trouble at our Daoist Temple before is now fighting another nightmare-level ghost. Shouldn’t we go to reap the spoils? Capture that ghost?"
Wan Yu hesitated slightly and said, "This ghost is quite fierce... I’m worried we may not capture it."
"I’ve prepared these talismans; we can set up a ghost hunting array where the ghost is bound to pass, ensuring we can capture it." The chubby man added.
Wan Yu thought it over and found the suggestion quite good.
Setting up a ghost hunting array in Mo Lin’s path.
With the Ghost Hunting Array’s support, he could definitely capture that fierce ghost.
No sooner said than done.
"Gather the fellow apprentices, bring the equipment, and come ghost hunting with me." Wan Yu donned a yellow Daoist robe, leading several apprentices to capture a ghost.