At first, the deputy captain of the Ghost-Controlling Dao invited this fat man over to search for Zhen Lingling's whereabouts.

Later, because of Jiang Yun, this fat man did not reveal Zhen Lingling's location.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm a disciple from Great Spirit Mountain, my name is Gu Qi," the fat man took the initiative to introduce his identity to Mo Lin.

Gu Qi wasn't alone; there were a few friends following him.

"What are you doing here? Shopping?" Gu Qi asked Mo Lin.

"Looking for someone."

"What a coincidence, we're also here looking for someone."

Gu Qi asked Mo Lin again, "Who are you looking for?"

"I don't know who the person is at the moment," Mo Lin took a deep breath, his situation was quite awkward.

For the person he needed to find, he knew nothing.

"Simple, come with me, I'll take you somewhere," Gu Qi waved at Mo Lin, signaling him to follow.

Thus, Mo Lin followed Gu Qi.

"Your Celestial Sect is in chaos now; it's better for you to leave early," Gu Qi, perhaps knowing something, advised Mo Lin to leave Celestial Sect.

"I'll think about it," Mo Lin nodded slightly.

While the two were talking, they arrived at the center of the hall.

Directly ahead lay a place resembling a temple.

It was small, estimated to be just over fifty square meters.

"You brought the Netherworld Currency, right?" Gu Qi asked Mo Lin.

"Yes, I did."

"Come with me."

Gu Qi led the way into the temple.

Mo Lin followed him inside.

Temple.

A black Buddha Statue stood imposingly on the platform.

Beneath the statue, a shadow figure sat cross-legged on the ground.

Gu Qi pointed at the shadow and said to Mo Lin, "Give him money. As long as it's about Jiangzhou Dao, he knows it.

Whether it's finding people or solving problems, he can do it."

Perhaps feeling his explanation was unclear, Gu Qi reiterated, "Here, as long as you have money, you can solve all problems."

"All?"

"Yes, all problems," Gu Qi emphasized again.

Mo Lin's deep gaze gradually brightened.

Upon hearing these words, he felt a bit thrilled.

"What's wrong? Don't you have Netherworld Currency?" Gu Qi noticed Mo Lin's peculiar expression and curiously asked.

"No.. I'm just a bit excited."

Mo Lin candidly expressed his current mood, "I don't know why, hearing these words, I feel a bit excited!"

"Excited?"

Gu Qi basically couldn't understand why Mo Lin was excited.

Gu Qi no longer paid attention to Mo Lin; he walked forward and asked, "Members of our Great Spirit Mountain Team Seven went missing, I'm here to ask for some information."

"One thousand Netherworld Currency per question."

The shadow figure emitted a profound voice.

"Where are they?"

Saying that, Gu Qi handed over a thousand Netherworld Currency.

"About one kilometer from the Nine Nether Pool."

"I went there and found no one," Gu Qi said, handing over another thousand Netherworld Currency.

"Their bodies were all eaten by ghosts, that's why you can't find anyone."

Gu Qi handed over another thousand Netherworld Currency, "Who killed them? Where is the culprit?"

"A ghost from the Ghost King Realm, but that ghost is already dead."

Gu Qi's face didn't look good.

This result wasn't what he wanted.

Unexpectedly, all members of Team Seven were dead.

Mo Lin was suddenly shocked!

This fellow really has something.

Gu Qi gestured to Mo Lin, indicating him to speak.

"I'm looking for someone."

"Looking for who, what's the name?" the shadow figure asked Mo Lin.

"I don't know who the person is..."

Before Mo Lin could finish his words, the other party interrupted him.

"Give me your hand."

Mo Lin slowly extended his hand.

The shadow's hand clasped onto Mo Lin's, a chilly sensation spread through Mo Lin's body.

The shadow instantly withdrew his hand.

"Leave now, you can't save that person," the shadow directly urged Mo Lin to leave.

"Isn't it said that with money, you can solve all problems?" Mo Lin curiously asked the shadow.

"A million, for a chance to meet that person, do you have that much money?"

Though unable to see the shadow's face, his voice carried a hint of disdain.

Gu Qi sighed softly beside, "Mo, let it be."

A million Netherworld Currency wasn't a small amount.

Not even the entirety of Great Spirit Mountain could come up with a million Netherworld Currency.

"After all, a million isn't a small number... not being able to produce it is quite normal..."

"I can," Mo Lin decisively answered.

If one said Mo Lin wasn't strong, Mo Lin wouldn't refute.

Saying Mo Lin didn't have connections, Mo Lin wouldn't explain either.

But to say he lacked Netherworld Currency, Mo Lin not only couldn't accept it but would even get upset.

He's lacking in everything but money.

Netherworld Currency... to Mo Lin, is just a number.

If a word must be used to describe it.

Then it's inhumanly rich.

Gu Qi originally wanted to comfort Mo Lin but was suddenly stunned by Mo Lin's abrupt words.

"Mo, a million Netherworld Currency! Are you sure?"

A million Netherworld Currency wasn't a thousand, nor ten thousand.

It was a full million Netherworld Currency!

"Mo, it's not allowed to lie here, and payment is required first," Gu Qi reminded Mo Lin, afraid he might not have the Netherworld Currency.

"I have,"

Mo Lin said as he directly retrieved a million Netherworld Currency from the Yellow Springs Book.

A million Netherworld Currency piled up in front.

This technique impressed Gu Qi.

For the first time, he witnessed such a straightforward and brutal scene.

A million Netherworld Currency stacked in front of the shadow.

Mo Lin indeed had a million Netherworld Currency.

How generous!

Where did he get so much Netherworld Currency?

Envious!

Netherworld Currency might not be as useful elsewhere.

But here, with only Netherworld Currency, it's said there's nothing that can't be resolved.

Very much in line with the saying, money makes ghosts push mills.

How Gu Qi longed to be like Mo Lin, casually tossing out a million Netherworld Currency.

Even working himself to death with those fortune-telling jobs!

Working a lifetime wouldn't yield a million Netherworld Currency.

"Okay, I'll take you to see him," the shadow slowly stood up.

Gu Qi suddenly felt a little sorry for Mo Lin's Netherworld Currency, he reminded Mo Lin, "This million Netherworld Currency only allows you to see him once, think it through."

"It's okay, I have money," Mo Lin said calmly.

Gu Qi was rendered speechless by Mo Lin.

Look... is this even human speech?

A sour feeling... envy turned into resentment.

"Alright," Gu Qi reluctantly nodded.

So Mo Lin followed the shadow.

The two came to a street, walking along it for about five minutes.

Then they entered a narrow space.

Walking into the narrow space felt like drowning.

Hardly able to breathe.

In the depths of this space, Mo Lin saw a Heavenly King figure.

A figure holding a long sword, with bulging eyes.

A savage expression.

Like a large mountain, looming in the sky.

Mo Lin was currently beneath this long sword.

A feeling as if his head could be chopped off at any moment.

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