"Damn it, I knew something would happen."

Wubei glared viciously at Wu Peiling, who was crouching in the corner.

He had previously warned this woman not to come to the hotel.

But she wouldn't listen!

And look what happened?

The Two-Colored Red Dust Immortal is dead.

Wubei felt a headache coming on.

Killing someone right under Mo Lin's nose.

That's quite impressive.

Wubei turned to glance at Wu Peiling.

Wu Peiling huddled in the corner, trembling all over.

"What happened?" Mo Lin asked Wu Peiling.

"I don't know." Wu Peiling shrugged innocently.

"What happened just now? Didn't you see it?" Mo Lin questioned her again.

"I was about to sleep, and then she fell dead onto the floor. I don't know what happened." Wu Peiling answered slowly.

At this moment, an old man with white hair burst into the hotel.

"What are you doing?"

The old man with white hair scolded Mo Lin: "You're supposed to be protecting Miss, not interrogating her.

Someone's dead; shouldn't you be investigating Ghost-related matters?"

Mo Lin ignored the white-haired old man and looked down at Han Xiao's corpse.

Han Xiao was wearing pajamas, lying on the floor; it seemed she was going to sleep alongside Wu Peiling.

And then got attacked by a Ghost.

"Quick, tidy up; it's not safe here. Let's go."

Now that a Red Dust Immortal is already dead, the best thing to do is leave.

Otherwise, there'll definitely be more trouble later.

"What do you mean 'go'?!" The white-haired old man scolded Wubei: "My Miss is frightened and needs rest."

"If we don't leave, there's bound to be an incident." Wubei warned the old man.

"Do you think paying you guards ten thousand Netherworld Currency is for nothing? Just taking money without earning it?

Your task is to protect my Miss, no matter what happens, protect her." The white-haired old man reprimanded firmly.

What a hassle!

In this situation, they still don't want to leave. What are they thinking?

"Hurry up and clear the body." The white-haired old man ordered Mo Lin and Wubei.

So Mo Lin and Wubei tidied the room and carried out Han Xiao's body.

And then moved Wu Peiling to a different room.

"Do you think Wu Peiling is out of her mind?"

Wubei asked Mo Lin: "In such a dangerous situation, she still refuses to leave. I feel like she's looking for trouble."

Mo Lin was immediately enlightened by Wubei's remark.

"Looking for trouble?"

Indeed, Wu Peiling's actions did seem like she was courting death.

Thinking carefully about Wu Peiling's behavior, there was something different compared to ordinary people.

Ordinary people would definitely choose to leave immediately when they encounter danger.

But Wu Peiling not only didn't leave but seemed to actively seek trouble.

"Earning a Netherworld Currency is harder than eating shit."

Seeing Mo Lin lost in thought, Wubei asked him, "Brother, what's on your mind?"

"Nothing." Mo Lin shook his head. His assumptions might not be correct, so Mo Lin kept quiet.

Mo Lin and Wubei returned to the hotel again.

Originally, Mo Lin and Wubei suggested going into Wu Peiling's room to protect her.

But Wu Peiling refused, so Mo Lin and Wubei could only stand at the door.

About thirty minutes passed.

From inside the room came Wu Peiling's voice.

"I'm a bit scared; one of you come in to protect me."

The voice was clear, unmistakably Wu Peiling's.

"Crazy woman, sometimes lets us in, sometimes doesn't; is her brain soaked?" Wubei muttered under his breath.

This woman really doesn't use her brain.

"I'll go in."

So Mo Lin stood up and walked into the room.

Wu Peiling was lying on the bed, resting against the headboard.

Her fair cheek was visible.

"Sit here." Wu Peiling pointed to a spot next to her, signaling Mo Lin to come over.

Mo Lin didn't refuse, went over and sat by the window.

Wu Peiling was very close to Mo Lin, close enough to smell the fragrance on her body.

Suddenly, Mo Lin turned sharply and grabbed Wu Peiling's wrist tightly.

She had a short sword tucked in her wrist.

She was about to sneak an attack on Mo Lin but was discovered by him.

"You're the one who killed Han Xiao, aren't you?"

Mo Lin had conjectured earlier that Han Xiao's death was suspicious.

With no Ghost Qi present, why would Han Xiao die?

So Mo Lin suspected Wu Peiling did it.

Mo Lin had kept an eye out.

Wu Peiling was about to kill Mo Lin, but he caught her red-handed.

"Why did you do it?" Mo Lin questioned Wu Peiling.

"Help!"

Help!

Wu Peiling shouted toward the door.

Hearing the cry for help, Wubei rushed into the room immediately,

To find Mo Lin gripping Wu Peiling's wrist.

"What's going on?" Wubei asked puzzled.

Before Mo Lin could speak, Wu Peiling chimed in.

"He covets my beauty, wants to violate me. I refused, and he tried to force it."

Not only did Wubei come in, but the white-haired butler also entered then.

Meanwhile, two unfamiliar men had appeared in the room.

The two strangers stood beside the white-haired old man.

"Release my Miss." The white-haired man scolded Mo Lin.

Seeing that Mo Lin had no intention of letting go of Wu Peiling, the white-haired man barked at Wubei: "Don't just stand there, quickly take action and grab him."

Wubei hesitated.

Although Wu Peiling was indeed beautiful, it wasn't so extraordinary.

Moreover, Mo Lin was a Two-Colored Red Dust Immortal, unlikely to be obsessed with a woman's body.

"Mo Lin, what's going on?" Wubei asked, keeping a wary eye on the people around.

"We've been set up."

Mo Lin explained to Wubei, "Han Xiao was killed by Wu Peiling."

Wubei looked shocked, "I knew it wasn't simple. Han Xiao was a Two-Colored Red Dust Immortal; how could she die without any trace of a struggle? So this is the situation."

Wubei wasn't dumb; when Han Xiao died, he sensed something was off.

"Are you an idiot? He's tricking you, you believe it?" The white-haired old man scolded Wubei.

"I'm not stupid; I know who's trying to trick me and who isn't." Wubei retorted immediately.

He's someone who's been through life and death many times.

If such a small matter isn't clear, then he's lived in vain.

Wu Peiling's eyes briefly flashed with a cold glint.

She didn't expect the truth to be exposed so quickly.

"Crack!"

The sound of a bone breaking echoed, Wu Peiling twisted her own right arm until it broke.

It felt like a crab losing a limb, with not even a drop of blood spilling.

"Turns out this is trouble." Wu Peiling said coldly as she stared at Mo Lin.

Wubei stepped back, then stood with Mo Lin.

Suddenly, he remembered something.

"You're the group of Corpse People who've been frantically murdering Daoist Cultivators lately?"

Lately, many Daoist Cultivators have gone missing, with rumors they were captured and turned into Corpse People.

Initially, Wubei didn't think much of this.

But when he saw Wu Peiling's arm break, he understood.

This group of people were Corpse People.

Pretending to hire bodyguards, tricking people here, then killing them and turning them into Corpse People.

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