Qian Si's body staggered forward, muttering, "Home... going home."

It seemed that for him, going home was the real destination.

Mo Lin and Divine Doctor Shen tacitly didn't disturb Qian Si.

Who would want to meddle with a dead man?

"The young people from our village, when they come to Ghost Mountain, it's always in this way they return home," Divine Doctor Shen murmured, watching Qian Si's figure in the distance.

This Ghost Mountain, for the living, is a place that claims lives.

Mo Lin looked at the Ghost Mountain before him and said slowly to Divine Doctor Shen, "Let's go, follow me in."

Divine Doctor Shen nodded and then followed him to enter Ghost Mountain.

Upon entering Ghost Mountain, a suffocating sensation was clearly felt.

Divine Doctor Shen's breathing was rather labored.

Mo Lin glanced around, then led Divine Doctor Shen upward along the black road.

This is the lowest level; there's no Nether Qi here, those people should be above.

Unlike the gold mines in the Human World.

The gold mines in the Human World are mined from above downward.

Ghost Mountain, however, is from bottom to top.

They walked for about ten minutes.

They reached a spot in front of an iron cage.

The road ahead was blocked by this iron cage.

"Here to earn Netherworld Currency again?" a gate-keeping ghost eyed Mo Lin and Divine Doctor Shen as he opened the iron cage and then said, "Go in, a ghost will meet you later."

Everyone who comes here does so voluntarily.

People come here to earn Netherworld Currency, using it to buy life.

That's why people keep coming here to earn Netherworld Currency.

No earning, no Netherworld Currency.

No Netherworld Currency, how to buy life?

Mo Lin didn't say much, following Divine Doctor Shen into the iron cage.

Subsequently, a Little Ghost approached them.

This Little Ghost was about a meter tall, dressed in black cloth, barefoot.

"Follow me." The Little Ghost led the way in front, walking for about another ten minutes.

They reached an empty area.

This place was about the size of a dozen football fields.

In the distance, there were some young people, skin and bones.

These people were so thin, only skin and bones remained.

"Your position is 16897," the Little Ghost pointed to Mo Lin and slowly said.

Each row here had a position, approximately an isolated space of less than ten meters.

No need to do much, just stay in the assigned position.

You can do anything you want, as long as you don't leave this position.

Mo Lin glanced around, seeing an array here.

Everyone was assigned a position, these positions allowed people to breathe, using the human body as a medium, refining the Nether Qi into Netherworld Currency.

Simply put, it's purification.

After all, the Nether Qi here contains a substance toxic to ghosts, and ghosts need purification too.

Using a human body to purify Nether Qi is faster than ghosts doing it.

Mo Lin glanced around, understanding the situation around here.

So Mo Lin slowly stood up.

Seeing Mo Lin making unnecessary movements, the meter-tall Little Ghost impatiently shouted at Mo Lin; "Hey... stay in your position, don't move around."

The Little Ghost's voice was particularly sharp, as if shouting with a strained throat.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire surged forth, directly enveloping the Little Ghost.

In the depths of the Netherworld's Nether Fire, the Little Ghost was at a loss, showing a look of fear.

"Netherworld's Nether Fire?"

The Little Ghost exclaimed in surprise, "Are you Mo Lin Yin Department of the old Yedou?"

Mo Lin's name was known by every ghost in the Ghost Realm.

The next moment, the Little Ghost was engulfed by the flames.

Those around looked at Mo Lin with curious eyes.

A man rushed to Mo Lin's front, shouting at Mo Lin: "You're crazy.

You killed the ghost here, what about us?

We need to be here to earn Netherworld Currency, to buy life for our family with it.

You killed the ghost here, how do we earn Netherworld Currency?" The young man was pushing against Mo Lin's chest, questioning Mo Lin.

"You are liberated, you won't need to buy life with Netherworld Currency in the future," Mo Lin gently replied to the young man.

"What do you mean liberated, what nonsense are you talking about?" The man hollered at Mo Lin.

Just as the young man was about to react impulsively, an unexpected event occurred.

Chu Xing appeared beside Mo Lin, and upon seeing Chu Xing, the young man was so frightened that he fell silent immediately.

"Everyone from Shen Family Stronghold can leave with Divine Doctor Shen.

As for others, if you do not wish to leave, you may stay here."

Mo Lin's voice was loud enough for everyone present to hear.

Divine Doctor Shen then gathered the people from Shen Family Stronghold to leave one by one.

She knew very well that Mo Lin would have a fierce battle with the ghosts here next.

So it was better to leave early.

Mo Lin's killing of a Little Ghost quickly drew attention.

Dark Ghost Qi surged forth.

A Fierce Ghost manifested right in front of them.

Shortly after, two additional Fierce Ghosts appeared.

Altogether, three ghosts were now in front.

"Who are you? Coming to our Ghost Realm place to cause trouble?" one ghost questioned Mo Lin.

"Don't waste words with him, kill him."

"Clueless about your own identity, yet boldly causing trouble here."

Another ghost chimed in supportively.

"Chu Xing!"

"Hong Ye"

"Bing Yu."

Then, Mo Lin summoned all of his ghosts.

Over three thousand ghosts instantly enveloped the entire Ghost Mountain.

This is Mo Lin's current strength.

Over three thousand ghosts, and among them, there were more than a hundred Ghost King Realm ghosts.

The Disaster Level ghosts were so numerous as to be countless.

Mo Lin's current prowess was comparable to the Ghost Realm.

The Ghost Realm had a large number of ghosts, but their quality was lacking.

Compared to Mo Lin's ghosts, there was a huge difference.

"Occupy Ghost Mountain, no Ghost Realm ghost is to be let go."

Mo Lin ordered.

Subsequently, Chu Xing and the others moved into action one after another.

Mo Lin raised his hand, and the Netherworld's Nether Fire surged out, directly enveloping the three ghosts in front.

Soon, the Netherworld's Nether Fire gathered, the three Ghost King Realm ghosts were trapped by the flames, unable even to retaliate.

As long as it's not a Yin God level ghost, Mo Lin could easily handle it.

Mo Lin spared the lives of these three ghosts, instead storing them into the Yellow Springs Book.

Mo Lin was soon to initiate a war against the Ghost Realm.

He needed these ghosts to serve as his fighting power.

Over three thousand ghosts, moving into action one after another.

The sounds of battle and ghosts being eradicated could be heard.

The Ghost Realm hadn't arranged many strong ghosts here, the most powerful ones here were only the Ghost King Realm ghosts.

"Lord Mo Lin, there's a person here, quite special, would you like to take a look?"

Chu Xing approached Mo Lin and respectfully addressed him.

Mo Lin nodded, then followed Chu Xing to a room.

On the floor was a corpse, a man in white knelt before the body.

Candlelight flickered around.

This was a form of forcibly prolonging life.

Only those nearing death would use such a means to prolong life.

This man in white was different from the people around, possessing a body full of Dao Power.

He appeared not to be simple.

"You may leave," the man in white coldly addressed Mo Lin.

He was in charge of guarding Ghost Mountain and didn't want to turn on his kind, so he tried to persuade Mo Lin to leave.

"Ghost Mountain is guarded by me, you can't occupy here." As the words fell, the man in white slowly stood up.

Thirteen-Colored Wish Power surged within his body.

This was a Thirteen-Colored Red Dust Immortal.

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