"It's a ghost...no, they're scarier than ghosts."

Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin in a panic.

Mo Lin instantly recalled the words Dao Wuxuan had said to him this morning.

"Underworld? Evil spirits?"

"Yes, yes... they're evil spirits, from the Underworld."

Zhu Ci chimed in: "Those evil spirits are a thousand times scarier than ghosts.

They not only eat people, they even eat ghosts."

"Calm down, don't be so tense," Mo Lin tried to comfort Zhu Ci.

Zhu Ci directly tore open his shirt.

Mo Lin couldn't help but shiver.

A large chunk of flesh was missing from Zhu Ci's chest.

One could even see the bones inside.

The wound was strange, as if it had been burned, appearing charred.

"I almost died," Zhu Ci said slowly.

Seeing the wound, Mo Lin finally understood why Zhu Ci was so afraid.

As someone who experienced it firsthand, only he knew the terror of evil spirits.

"Two days... no, one day.

At most one day, the evil spirits will enter Hongzhou, and then it'll be too late to escape."

Worrying Mo Lin might have other thoughts, Zhu Ci advised Mo Lin: "Don't even think about trying to fight against the Underworld.

You can't stop them."

"If you fall into the hands of the Underworld, you'll certainly die then.

They're scarier than ghosts."

"Survival is key."

Saying this, Zhu Ci grabbed Mo Lin's hand and left the hotel.

After leaving the hotel, Zhu Ci took Mo Lin on a second-hand motorbike he had bought, twisted the throttle tight, and left Hongzhou.

The whole way, they took the small roads.

In the quiet environment, the sound of the engine echoed all around.

The motorbike drove for about an hour.

The motorbike seemed to have reached a pond.

You could clearly hear the sound of tires frictioning against the water.

Mo Lin's ankle even got splashed with water.

It felt sticky.

Zhu Ci rode the motorbike with a lot of tension, you could even hear his heartbeat.

As the motorbike went deeper, a pungent fishy smell wafted over.

In the pitch black night, only the dim light of the motorbike barely lit the way forward.

Mo Lin suddenly thought of something.

"Blood?"

Mo Lin leaned forward and looked past the yellow light.

Confirmed his suspicion; the ground wasn't water, it was blood.

The blood hadn't coagulated, meaning someone nearby was killing.

And they'd killed many, many people.

Zhu Ci apparently understood earlier than Mo Lin that this wasn't water, it was blood.

The motorbike sped faster than before.

Along the roadside, Mo Lin saw many corpses.

These people were either Daoist Cultivators or Ghost Cultivators.

All dead.

The bodies were broken, lying horizontally by the side of the road.

There must have been very intense battles here.

In the dim environment, warm-colored light surged.

"Follow me, I'll do everything I can to protect everyone's lives."

A female voice came from the position of the warm-colored light.

Following the sound,

a woman wearing gray-black clothes walked at the front, holding a flashlight, followed by a group of people.

The environment was so dark, you couldn't see any light, just felt that many people were following this woman.

The woman was comforting the emotions of those behind her.

"Don't be afraid, as long as we reach Beihai, we'll survive," the woman reassured once more.

The woman raised a wooden statue high in her hand.

The statue emitted pitch black light, protecting the group within it.

The statue exuded Wish Power, and several ghosts appeared around.

Seeing this statue, Mo Lin paused for a few seconds in surprise.

This statue was Mo Lin's.

It was the Dao Body Mo Lin had placed in Beihai, used to gather Wish Power.

Yet, somehow this statue ended up in this woman's hands, and had become a Dao Treasure protecting them.

As for the woman, Mo Lin glanced at her; she had no special power, just an ordinary person.

This move by her greatly surprised Mo Lin.

Gen Minmin walked at the forefront, leading the group.

Zhu Ci glanced casually, he and Mo Lin both noticed the statue in Gen Minmin's hand.

Coincidentally, the motorbike suddenly stopped.

It just halted abruptly in the middle of the road.

No fuel left.

Meanwhile, Gen Minmin also noticed Mo Lin's figure.

At first, she froze, then her pupils gradually enlarged, a glimmer of light emerged on her despairing face.

The person in front of her was exactly the same as the wooden statue in her hand.

Even with the least thought, she knew who the person in front was.

"Master Mo, save us," Gen Minmin dashed to directly in front of Mo Lin, pleaded with him for help.

In the faint light, Mo Lin finally saw the woman's appearance.

An oval face, her hair pulled up high, though her face was dirty, her features were delicate.

"I am your life substitute, you must save us," Gen Minmin reiterated.

Mo Lin heard the meaning in her words.

She wanted Mo Lin to save the people behind her.

Mo Lin wasn't the type who liked to take troubles upon himself.

"Life substitute?" Mo Lin was confused.

Since when did he have a life substitute?

Life substitutes, as the name implies, die in place of others.

Becoming a life substitute has stringent conditions.

Two people must be born on the same year, month, day, and at the same hour.

Worried Mo Lin might not believe her, Gen Minmin added.

"I was born on the same year, month, day as you.

I went to Beihai and made a contract with a ghost named Bing Yu.

I became your life substitute, and she would ensure the survival of my family."

Everything could be explained.

Turns out this was all done by Bing Yu.

As for Beihai, it was Mo Lin's stronghold in the human realm, where a considerable portion of Mo Lin's ghosts remained.

"I originally intended to come to Hongzhou to find you, but encountered a group of ghosts on the way, which delayed me," Gen Minmin said again.

She had originally been in Beihai, knew some special things, and came specifically to Hongzhou to find Mo Lin.

But she happened to encounter the evil spirits' invasion, narrowly escaping death.

As for why not call, the reason was simple.

The network was down.

"I'm here to notify you of something important.

You cannot leave Hongzhou...."

Just when Gen Minmin was about to say the second half of the sentence, she suddenly spat out blood.

Mouthfuls of fresh blood gushed out.

Her face instantly lost its color.

She wasn't injured; this was backlash from revealing heavenly secrets.

She must know some future matters, but couldn't speak.

If she did, she'd suffer backlash from the Dao of Heaven.

Mo Lin turned to Zhu Ci beside him and asked: "You wouldn't have known something and deliberately tricked me into leaving Hongzhou, would you?"

"No, I'm just purely afraid you'll die here," Zhu Ci replied straightforwardly to Mo Lin.

No matter what Mo Lin decided, he was leaving here.

At this moment.

A gust of wind appeared.

The pitch-black environment suddenly lit up with gray light.

Following the direction of the light, a group of ghosts appeared.

Probably twenty or more ghosts.

This group of people raised a white pennant.

On the flag, two black characters were written "Underworld."

The figures of these ghosts were very tall, at least two meters high.

Each ghost was stained with blood, either holding an arm or a leg, gnawing on it.

Ghosts from the Underworld.

Also known as evil spirits.

Every ghost was very strong.

At least at the Ghost King Level.

Zhu Ci's body trembled violently.

"Mo Lin, what do we do?" Zhu Ci asked Mo Lin.

Since they had encountered them, running was certainly not possible; they could only fight.

Mo Lin shrugged his shoulders and then said: "Kill them all."

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