Yuan Tiantian clenched her fist tightly, with bloodshot eyes.

The Yuan Clan has fallen to such a state.

All thanks to that ancestor of ours.

Anyone would harbor hatred, wouldn't they?

"She's dead..." Mo Lin said coldly.

"Does saying she's dead solve the problem?"

Yuan Tiantian, with red-rimmed eyes, wailed at Mo Lin, "Do you know what kind of life we are living?"

"You certainly don't. Let me show you."

With that, Yuan Tiantian led Mo Lin to a household nearby.

"Bang!"

Yuan Tiantian swung her fist and hit the door hard.

Soon, the door was opened.

An old man slowly opened the door.

His hair was white with age. The moment he saw Yuan Tiantian, he exclaimed.

"Number 63?"

The old man quickly grabbed Yuan Tiantian's wrist, afraid she might escape.

"Old woman, come quickly! Number 63 is here."

As his voice dropped,

An old lady with white hair hurriedly ran out with a kitchen knife.

The moment she saw Yuan Tiantian, she showed a touch of joy in her eyes.

"Old man, let's take Number 63 to the ancestor. Surely he will reward us with a younger Yuan person. Then, we can live at least a few more decades."

"Right, right..." The old man nodded quickly in agreement.

The two spoke to each other, completely ignoring Mo Lin standing nearby.

Mo Lin stepped forward and grabbed the old man's wrist.

Feeling pain, the old man reluctantly let go.

Yuan Tiantian walked straight to the backyard.

Mo Lin followed Yuan Tiantian into the backyard.

Pointing to the corner, Yuan Tiantian shouted at Mo Lin.

"Look... Look closely... This is the treatment of the Yuan Clan."

In the corner lay a patch of mud.

The ground was covered in excrement.

In front stood a fence about a meter high.

To the east was a cage less than a meter wide.

A person was locked inside.

Though called a person, she no longer resembled one.

Her hair had fallen out, and she was scrawny, leaving only skin and bones.

Her toenails had rotted away.

Her skin was black and yellow, and some places were scabbed.

The stench was overwhelming.

A chain was wrapped around her neck.

"Ugh.. wuuu..." The woman made frantic gestures.

She couldn't speak.

Or rather, she had lost the ability to speak.

The more she expressed herself, the more agitated she became, jumping within the cage, her pupils almost falling out.

"Do you see this? This is the treatment of the Yuan Clan. Do you know her ultimate fate?"

Yuan Tiantian said to Mo Lin, "She will be eaten..."

"We don't even get to choose how we want to die."

"All of this is the ancestor's handiwork. If she hadn't saved Yuan Qi back then, the Yuan Clan wouldn't be in this pitiful state."

The white-haired old man rushed over from a distance, shouting, "What's so special about a Yuan person?"

The old man suddenly thought of something and said to Mo Lin, "This Yuan person may be useless, but her flesh can be eaten to prolong life, young man, would you like to buy it?"

Seeing Mo Lin silent, the white-haired old man continued, "If you don't want to buy her whole, I can sell her to you in parts."

In the old man's eyes, this woman was nothing but merchandise, not a person.

Mo Lin completely ignored the old man, then waved his hand. The Netherworld's Nether Fire emerged and fell onto the chain.

The chain instantly broke.

"What are you doing?"

The old man pointed at Mo Lin and cursed angrily, "She's my private property. How dare you free her?"

The old man grabbed a brick and hurled it towards Mo Lin's head.

The next moment, the Netherworld's Nether Fire fell like a drop of rain onto the old man.

The old man's body ignited instantly, and he burned to death.

Meanwhile, the white-haired old lady charged at Mo Lin with a kitchen knife.

Mo Lin raised his hand and ended the old lady's life too.

The person who was trapped in the cage was freed by Mo Lin.

She glanced around, then rushed towards Mo Lin and picked up the kitchen knife the white-haired old lady was holding.

She slid the knife across her neck.

A bloody slit opened on her neck, and only a little blood flowed, before her body fell to the ground.

She died just like that.

Perhaps her dream was simply to die.

"You see? This is the current situation of the Yuan Clan." Yuan Tiantian said slowly to Mo Lin.

The hatred in her eyes was indescribable.

She hated Yuan Qi, and also resented that ancestor of the Yuan Clan.

"Mo Lin, in an hour, daylight will break," Zhao Tian reminded Mo Lin.

"Hmm."

Seeing Mo Lin indifferent, Zhao Tian pointed to the ghosts outside and said again, "Those ghosts..."

He meant that once daylight came, Mo Lin's ghosts should be recalled.

It is common knowledge that ghosts cannot appear in sunlight.

"Don't worry." Mo Lin waved his hand.

"Your ghosts aren't afraid of the sun?" Zhao Tian asked bluntly, voicing his doubt.

"Hmm."

Ordinary ghosts might fear the sun.

But Mo Lin possessed a Ghost Skill; Fearless.

This Ghost Skill allows ghosts to exist under the sun without any harm.

Zhao Tian gave Mo Lin a thumbs-up.

"You're impressive."

Mo Lin summoned Chen Xi and the others again and issued an order.

"Rescue all members of the Yuan Clan, and eliminate everyone else."

Then it was a simple time of slaughter.

All the ghosts orderly rushed into ordinary households, going to rescue the captive members of the Yuan Clan.

As for everyone else, they were exterminated.

Mo Lin did not target the Yuan family; he only eliminated families other than the Yuan family.

About more than an hour passed.

Daylight broke.

The smell of blood filled the air.

Bodies littered the ground.

In nearly every household, there were dead people.

Crying could be heard.

One result shook Mo Lin.

Not a single member of the Yuan Clan survived.

Every saved Yuan simply chose one result—suicide.

Without exception, all committed suicide.

Perhaps to them, suicide was the best release.

Even during the day, Mo Lin's ghosts persisted.

Zhao Tian observed the ghosts floating about, feeling a bit surprised.

Mo Lin's skill was quite formidable.

A woman blocked Mo Lin's path, "You beast!"

The woman pointed at Mo Lin's face and cursed.

"You're a demon... Worse than pigs and dogs... Killing so many people, doesn't your conscience hurt?"

"Are you T even human?"

The woman's arm trembled, her hand tightly gripping a dagger.

Meanwhile, more people surrounded Mo Lin.

These people were ordinary folk.

Though called ordinary, each had lived for at least hundreds of years.

They were all descendants of Yuan Qi.

Living hundreds of years by drinking Mermaid Blood.

The younger they were, the more Mermaid Blood they drank.

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