If Chen Xi can't handle the opponent, Mo Lin can take action personally.
A single Thunder Talisman, let these people see what true power is.
Mo Lin has already prepared in his heart.
He even planned out the sequence of actions.
The ghosts fight each other, and then Mo Lin suppresses them all with a Thunder Talisman.
"Enough."
A deep voice was heard.
Looking in the direction of the voice, it was an old man with a head full of white hair.
This old man had a face full of wrinkles, looking as if he wouldn't live much longer.
He stepped forward to interrupt the crowd.
"You're lucky." Sun Wendong snorted coldly at Mo Lin and then quietly stood behind Li Gu.
If it weren't for the Patriarch stepping in, he definitely would have crippled Mo Lin.
Li Gu also gave Mo Lin a cold smile.
As if saying, "You're really lucky."
Anyway, he and his bodyguard were of the same ilk.
"Your father?" Mo Lin asked Li Yuemei, who was beside him.
It wasn't that Mo Lin didn't recognize people.
