The golden characters on the first page of the Ghost-Suppressing Tome began to shift.
[Capture fifteen ghosts to receive one Ten-Thousand Obliteration Immortal Suppression Talisman.]
The required number of captured ghosts had been reduced from twenty to fifteen.Just fifteen more, and Mo Lin could obtain the Ten-Thousand Obliteration Immortal Suppression Talisman.
At this moment, Mo Lin was filled with great anticipation for this artifact.Its name alone carried an awe-inspiring, domineering air—surely, it must be something extraordinary.
After returning to the hotel, Mo Lin did not idle away his time.He immediately began crafting ghost artifacts.Sheets of ghostly currency dissolved into nether energy under his hands, then condensed into ghost tools at his command.The process was smooth and mechanical, like a factory assembly line.
At the Ghost-Taming Society, a tall, broad-shouldered man pushed open the door and strode into the main hall, his presence steeped in the metallic tang of blood.The moment he entered, every gaze was instinctively drawn to him.
"Where is Mo Lin?" the burly man demanded loudly.
Everyone present watched him warily.
"Shen Zimin, what are you doing here? Looking for trouble again?" Zheng Nan frowned deeply at the sight of him.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not here to stir up trouble," Shen Zimin said, offering a rare explanation.
"If you're not here to cause trouble, then why are you here?"
Zheng Nan's vigilance was understandable.Shen Zimin, a Level Six Ghost-Tamer, had indeed caused trouble before, injuring several people severely.
His reputation for being short-tempered was well-earned.
"None of your business. Where is Mo Lin?" Shen Zimin repeated, his voice gruff.
Just then, he spotted a familiar figure in the distance.Shen Zimin shoved Zheng Nan aside and marched straight toward Mo Lin.
Standing before him, the fierce expression vanished from Shen Zimin's face, replaced by an awkwardly fawning smile.Clearly unaccustomed to smiling, his face twitched unnaturally.
"Lord Mo, greetings!" he said stiffly.
Zheng Nan, who had been preparing to block him, froze in disbelief at the sight of Shen Zimin's obsequiousness.What was going on?
Was Shen Zimin really not here to make trouble?How could he be this respectful?
Not only Zheng Nan, but everyone else nearby turned curious gazes toward Mo Lin.For a Level Six Ghost-Tamer to act with such humility—what kind of person was this Mo Lin?
"Is there something you need?" Mo Lin asked calmly.
"Well... is it true what you said before? About rewarding anyone who kills members of the Xin family?" Shen Zimin asked eagerly.
"It's true," Mo Lin nodded.
Of course the bounty he had issued was genuine.The ghost artifacts he had spent all night crafting were intended as rewards.
A glint of excitement flashed in Shen Zimin's eyes."I captured three members of the Xin family!" he said hurriedly."You promised one ghost artifact per life. That wasn't a lie, was it?"
"I meant what I said," Mo Lin replied.
He stepped into his room, opened a large box, and took out three ghost artifacts, handing them to Shen Zimin.
"I keep my promises," Mo Lin said simply.
"WOC!"Shen Zimin couldn't help but blurt out a curse in awe.
Each of the three ghost artifacts was of the highest quality.Their combined value was no less than 100,000 ghost coins—an amount Shen Zimin could never hope to amass in his lifetime.
As a seasoned Level Six Ghost-Tamer, he knew better than anyone how hard it was to earn ghost coins.
With trembling hands, Shen Zimin carefully set the ghost artifacts on the ground, terrified of damaging them.He beamed so widely his grin nearly split his face.
Stealing another glance at Mo Lin, he found him utterly indifferent, handing out such treasures as if they were mere cabbages—completely unperturbed.
Shen Zimin secretly peered into the open box and gasped.
There were at least dozens more ghost artifacts inside.
Xin Lang had truly provoked someone he should never have crossed—and the price would be catastrophic.
"Could you try not to look like you've never seen the world before? They're just a few ghost artifacts. Must you be so dramatic?" Mo Lin chided.
"Yes, yes, you're right, Lord Mo... I was being ignorant," Shen Zimin admitted without the slightest hesitation.
He truly had lost his composure.
"Would you like me to verify the identities of the three people you brought?" Mo Lin asked lazily.
"No need, no need!" Shen Zimin responded quickly.
He knew Mo Lin would not believe a Level Six Ghost-Tamer would risk trying to deceive him by abducting random strangers.It simply wasn't worth it.
"Lord Mo, I won't disturb you further. Please, continue your work!" Shen Zimin said with great respect, bowing before taking the three ghost artifacts and leaving.
As for the three captives he had brought—he disposed of them the moment he stepped out of the Ghost-Taming Society.Mo Lin's bounty had always been clear: he wanted the Xin family's lives, not their living bodies.
The fate of those unfortunate souls could only be described as inevitable.Karma would not be denied.
Xin Lang had committed countless atrocities, murdering untold innocents in his pursuit of deadly spirits.His downfall was only the natural retribution he had earned.
Shen Zimin felt no sympathy.Alone in the world and unafraid of Xin Lang's revenge, he had seized this rare opportunity to make a fortune without hesitation.
At the door, a man in a black jacket teased him: "Shen Zimin, you didn't really kill members of the Xin family, did you?"
"I did," Shen Zimin replied without shame.
"You're insane! Aren't you afraid of Xin Lang's revenge?" the man cried out.
"I didn't want to either," Shen Zimin said with a bitter laugh, "but Lord Mo's reward was simply too tempting. I couldn't resist!"
"He actually gave you ghost coins?" the man asked suspiciously.
"No, not ghost coins," Shen Zimin answered leisurely.
"Ha! I knew it! Mo Lin was just spouting nonsense about handing out top-tier ghost artifacts. Good thing I didn't fall for it," the man sneered.
"He didn't give me coins—but he did give me three ghost artifacts. If you prefer coins, you could probably ask for those instead," Shen Zimin said calmly.
"What? He actually gave you ghost artifacts?" the man gasped in disbelief.
"Yes, he did."Shen Zimin proudly produced the three exquisite artifacts.
The man stared in awe."This guy... he's loaded."
With that, the man quietly watched Shen Zimin depart, until his figure vanished completely from view.
Then, he dragged out a man hidden nearby.
"Sorry, brother," he muttered apologetically."I don't want to offend the Xin family either, but what can I do? Mo Lin's reward is simply too generous."
He, too, stepped into the Ghost-Taming Society.
Upon entering, he saw Mo Lin busily tidying up.
"Lord Mo," he greeted respectfully, "I've come to claim my reward."
"How many members of the Xin family did you kill?" Mo Lin asked.
"Just one..."For some reason, the man felt a twinge of guilt as he answered.
He cleverly produced a photograph as proof—the corpse clearly belonged to a member of the Xin family.
"Do you want ghost coins or a ghost artifact?" Mo Lin asked.
"Coins, please," the man said sheepishly.
Mo Lin handed him 30,000 ghost coins without a word.
Feeling the real weight of the coins in his hands, the man could hardly contain his excitement.This was no empty promise—Mo Lin had truly delivered.
Earning 30,000 ghost coins would have required two years of grueling labor.
"Lord Mo, I won't take any more of your time. Farewell!" he said gratefully before departing.
Outside, a glint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.
"Xin Lang, forgive me... but Lord Mo's offer was simply too tempting."
And after all, Mo Lin had made it clear—there was no limit to the rewards he was willing to give.