Lin Xiaoman used to oversee Yunzhou, where strength was of utmost importance.

As long as someone had strength, whether from the righteous or evil cultivators, they could stay in Yunzhou.

This led to a large congregation of evil cultivators in Yunzhou.

Without Lin Xiaoman's management, those evil cultivators easily caused disturbances.

The short-haired woman took out a large black seal and handed it to Mo Lin.

"This is the Yunzhou Dao Seal."

The Yunzhou Dao Seal was not previously given to Lin Xiaoman.

But now it was handed to Mo Lin, indicating they still valued Mo Lin greatly.

After handing the Yunzhou Seal to Mo Lin, the short-haired woman left with her people.

"Who are these people?" Mo Lin asked Wu Binghai, looking at the departing silhouette of the short-haired woman.

"They are the backbone of the human realm. It is because of these people that the human realm remains stable," Wu Binghai answered unhurriedly.

After chatting with Wu Binghai for a few moments, Mo Lin headed to Yunzhou.

By high-speed rail, it was only a three-hour journey to Yunzhou.

While going to Yunzhou, Mo Lin was also investigating the news of the Yedou Mansion.

Yedou Mansion were traitors.

Mo Lin had promised Sister Zishang Qingrou to eliminate the Yedou Mansion.

Of course, promises must be kept.

The Yedou Mansion had harmed many Yedou Ghost Messengers.

This revenge, Mo Lin was determined to take.

Mo Lin contacted Jiang Yun to ask her to help investigate the information regarding the Yedou Mansion.

Jiang Yun told Mo Lin to wait a few days, so Mo Lin was no longer anxious.

When Mo Lin arrived in Yunzhou, it was already around 7 PM.

There were people at the train station.

As Mo Lin walked out of the train station, he saw a group of people gathered around, as if watching something.

The crowd was abuzz with discussion.

An elderly man in black clothes, with large yellow teeth, a pointed nose, and hollow cheeks.

He looked like he had a rat's face.

The old man held a rope with his right hand.

"Sit...circle...kneel..."

The elder issued a command forward.

Following the rope, Mo Lin saw that the other end was tied to a small black puppet.

Its body was dark, roughly ten centimeters tall, with eyes like those of a human.

It seemed like a miniature human.

The old man issued various commands to this puppet.

If the puppet couldn't complete them, he would whip the black puppet.

People around were very interested in this novel sight.

Mo Lin was only about a meter away from the old man.

Mo Lin only glanced casually.

Upon seeing Mo Lin, the black puppet went crazy, running towards Mo Lin.

When it was about half a meter away, the rat-faced old man pulled it back.

"Crack!"

The rat-faced old man whipped the black puppet hard.

This direct strike opened the puppet's right arm, and a swath of black mist gushed out instantly.

Mo Lin glanced at it; surprisingly, the puppet's body was hollow.

At the moment the arm opened up, there was nothing inside, just a black mass.

"Young brother, this is my new pet; it's not well-trained, sorry for the offense," the rat-faced old man smiled at Mo Lin.

His large yellow teeth combined with his rat-like face made the smile look eerie.

Mo Lin casually glanced, only then noticing the black puppet was looking at him as if crying.

There were two streams of something black coming from the corners of its eyes.

It was unclear if they could be considered tears.

"Disobedient!" The rat-faced old man whipped the black puppet, venting his anger.

Mo Lin's figure gradually moved away.

"Stop struggling, he doesn't recognize you, this fate you're in now, isn't it all his fault?" The rat-faced old man chided the black puppet, looking at Mo Lin's back.

After Mo Lin left, the black puppet returned to normal, taking orders from the rat-faced elder to perform various tricks.

Things like jumping through a flaming hoop, dancing, and tightrope walking.

Mo Lin wasn't very concerned.

Just a bit of strange curiosity, that's all.

Mo Lin left the train station.

"Are you Lord Mo Lin?" A little girl about one meter tall approached Mo Lin, asking.

The little girl wore a red cloth outfit, a ponytail, and glittering big eyes.

"Yes, it's me," Mo Lin nodded in response.

"I'm Yan Min; I'm here to meet you, this way please." The little girl led Mo Lin forward.

"Sir, a few people in my family have been a bit ill lately."

The little girl slowly said to Mo Lin.

"Ill? Have you seen a doctor?"

"They're some tricky diseases, can't be cured."

The little girl in red continued speaking to herself: "Father is a blind man, mother is a deaf woman.

Grandfather is mentally ill, and grandmother is a Buddhist."

"Enough, it has nothing to do with me," Mo Lin didn't want to listen to the little girl chatting about family matters.

The little girl in red immediately stopped.

Her mouth began to split open little by little, revealing teeth without a chin.

Her eyes started to enlarge.

Blood flowed from her eye sockets.

Mo Lin frowned lightly.

Anyone with a bit of sense could detect that the situation was abnormal now.

When did this little girl suddenly become a ghost?

Was it when disembarking from the train?

Or when making eye contact with the crying black puppet?

Or perhaps during the conversation with the rat-faced elder?

"Of course it has something to do with you; you are the child of this family!" The little girl in red gave a creepy smile.

Her silhouette disappeared as soon as the words fell.

Mo Lin looked up, only then realizing the surrounding scene had distorted.

The original night instantly turned into day.

Flowers and grass appeared all around.

Straight ahead appeared a building.

Mo Lin walked directly toward the building.

A middle-aged man was knocking on the ground with a black wooden stick.

Looking closely, his eyes were two holes, empty inside.

He was blind.

"Mo Lin? Why are you only coming back now?" The middle-aged man asked Mo Lin.

"Who are you?" Mo Lin asked the middle-aged man cautiously.

"Silly child, I'm your father, don't you recognize me?" The middle-aged man said to Mo Lin in a reproachful tone.

"Father?"

Mo Lin pinched himself, feeling pain, confirming it wasn't a dream.

This means it's not a dream world.

The opponent doesn't exhibit Ghost Qi.

This means he isn't a ghost.

Either the opponent is a very powerful entity, and Mo Lin can't sense Ghost Qi.

Or, the opponent isn't a ghost but still a monster.

Mo Lin considered whether to take action.

"Son, did you buy groceries?" The middle-aged man asked Mo Lin again.

"I'm not your son," Mo Lin explained again.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Lin suddenly felt his vision blur, a dizzying sensation overwhelmed him.

The next instant, he saw the left empty eye socket of the middle-aged man now had an eyeball in it.

Suddenly, Mo Lin felt his own vision had narrowed.

Mo Lin touched his left eye with his right hand.

Only then did he discover his left eye was blind.

Mo Lin quickly went to the window, using the mirror's reflection to check.

Only then did he discover his left eye was gone.

Only a black indentation remained.

A coincidence?

His eye had appeared in the body of the middle-aged man.

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