"I have a few top-tier ghost artifacts in my possession. Could you help me sell them?" Mo Lin was in need of money.
He was lacking Yin coins!
Yesterday, during the battle at Jin Ci Hall…
It wasn't really a fight.
It was more like burning through cash!
Mo Lin had spent hundreds of thousands of Yin coins, leaving his funds nearly depleted…
From being a wealthy man to becoming a penniless ghost!
The feeling… was not pleasant.
"You're out of money?" Fu Wansan asked cautiously.
"Mm."
"Ah… over two hundred thousand Yin coins… gone?" Fu Wansan exclaimed in disbelief.
What did two hundred thousand Yin coins mean?
Even as a businessman, his operating capital wasn't much more than that.
Two hundred thousand Yin coins…
And Mo Lin had spent it all in just a few months?
What had he done?
Mo Lin was undoubtedly a master at burning through money.
Spending two hundred thousand Yin coins in a few months… that was no easy feat.
"Brother Mo, don't worry, leave the sale of the ghost artifacts to me," Fu Wansan promised, patting his chest.
He had recently expanded his business.
He had now extended his reach to Jiangzhou.
This was the perfect opportunity to sell the ghost artifacts and attract some new clients.
"Where are the ghost artifacts you want to sell?" Fu Wansan asked.
"They're at my place. I'll take you to get them."
Mo Lin led the way for Fu Wansan.
Li Yuemei followed closely behind, curious about what level of ghost artifacts Mo Lin would be selling.
Soon, they arrived at Mo Lin's home.
For some reason, stepping into Mo Lin's room gave Li Yuemei a cold and eerie sensation.
It felt as though something was watching her.
"Do you raise ghosts here?" Li Yuemei suddenly realized why she felt that chill.
Because there were ghosts here… and many of them.
"Well, sort of," Mo Lin replied nonchalantly. In a way, he did raise ghosts.
After all, some ghosts were still residing in the rings he owned.
Li Yuemei's pupils dilated, her face changing with alarm, and she stared at Mo Lin warily.
"What are you thinking? I'm a decent person. I raise ghosts using Yin coins," Mo Lin noticed her expression and quickly corrected her.
She had misunderstood.
What she thought of as 'raising ghosts' was actually using living people to nurture spirits.
"I… I overreacted. A few years ago, I saw someone kill people to raise ghosts. It was a bloody scene, and since then, I've been sensitive about ghost-raising." Li Yuemei slowly explained.
"There was a family, the Bing family. Thirty-six members were slaughtered in one night, their bodies left exposed in the yard. The killer did it to raise ghosts."
"And what happened to the killer?" Mo Lin asked, intrigued.
"Nothing. The killer is still at large!"
Li Yuemei paused, unwilling to comment further.
The one who raised ghosts was a person of high status, and even the authorities dared not touch him.
There was simply not enough evidence, and they were also afraid of his retaliation.
Standing at the door was Bing Yu, her eyes now shedding tears!
No… they were tears of blood!
Then, she disappeared.
"That ghost is strange," Li Bingyan muttered under her breath, watching Bing Yu's retreating figure.
Did ghosts listen to stories?
It seemed like that ghost was quite moved by the tale.
While they were talking, they had already arrived in the living room.
Mo Lin retrieved thirteen ghost artifacts from a drawer.
These artifacts were ones he had crafted a few days ago and later handed over to Li Xue.
As for Li Xue, Mo Lin had arranged for him to track the whereabouts of Zi Shang Qingrou.
Initially, he had planned to use these artifacts for a battle in the Ghost Domain, but they had ended up unused.
So, Mo Lin decided to sell them.
After all, he was running low on money.
He placed the thirteen artifacts casually on the floor.
"These are the ghost artifacts," he said, his tone light as though he were selling mere trinkets.
Li Yuemei's eyes sparkled with excitement as she examined one of the artifacts.
Top-tier ghost artifacts… usable seven times.
Artifacts of this level could easily fetch thirty thousand Yin coins.
She was surprised, not by the fact that Mo Lin was selling ghost artifacts, but by the sheer number—each one was a top-tier artifact.
These artifacts would be treasures even in the Li family.
Li Yuemei couldn't help but glance at Mo Lin with renewed astonishment.
"So, you're selling all these top-tier ghost artifacts?" she asked.
"Mm, all of them," Mo Lin replied.
There was no point in keeping them around if they were of no use.
"Aren't you going to keep a few for yourself? These are treasures," Li Yuemei said, somewhat distressed.
Top-tier ghost artifacts weren't something one just sold off. They were rare and invaluable.
"They're of no use to me, so I don't need them." Mo Lin accidentally spoke his mind.
He owned Yin artifacts, so these ghost artifacts were of no importance to him.
Li Yuemei was stunned by his words.
What did he mean, "of no use"?
These were top-tier ghost artifacts!
They could save lives in critical moments, or capture ghosts.
Mo Lin actually didn't care about them?
Even a fifth-level Ghostmaster wouldn't dare to say such arrogant words.
It was frustrating to see someone treat such valuable things as worthless!
"Would you sell me two of the ghost artifacts?" Li Yuemei asked.
"Sure."
"Thirty thousand Yin coins, no bargaining."
"Alright."
Li Yuemei selected two of the ghost artifacts. As for the Yin coins, she didn't have enough on hand and promised to pay Mo Lin in a few days.
Of course, Mo Lin wasn't worried about her not paying.
Her status as the third miss of the Li family meant she wouldn't do anything dishonorable.
As for the rest of the artifacts, Mo Lin handed them over to Fu Wansan, instructing him to sell them.
With the ghost artifact business taken care of, Mo Lin followed Li Yuemei to find Hong Yanxun.
They arrived at a villa in the suburbs.
"Your friend is inside," Li Yuemei said as she turned to Mo Lin.
Mo Lin followed behind her as they approached the entrance.
A few Ghostmasters were standing guard at the gate.
"Miss Li, you can't enter!" one of the men blocked her way.
This villa was the private property of Li Wuye, the eldest son of the Li family.
Everyone knew that Li Wuye and Li Yuemei didn't get along.
So, naturally, the guards stopped Li Yuemei from entering.
When they saw Mo Lin about to take action, Li Yuemei stopped him.
"Don't do anything. I'll handle this."
Li Yuemei summoned her contract ghost.
A terrifying contract ghost appeared.
"I'm Li Yuemei, the third miss of the Li family. Let's see who dares stop me," Li Yuemei commanded, her voice authoritative.
Her status alone ensured some respect from the Li family's members.
They couldn't just ignore her.
Reluctantly, the guards stepped aside and let her enter.
Li Yuemei led Mo Lin into the living room.
Mo Lin furrowed his brows, his killing intent palpable, though hard to conceal.
Hong Yanxun was covered in blood.
A man was standing over her, stomping her face with his leather shoe.
The man held a knife, blood dripping from its blade.
Hong Yanxun lay motionless on the floor, as if she had been numbed by the torment.
"This woman has a tough mouth. No matter how much I torture her, she refuses to reveal a word," the middle-aged man sneered coldly.
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