What made Wang Bing even more stunned was Mo Lin’s expression gradually becoming ferocious.
Wang Bing didn’t understand why Mo Lin was giving him such an expression.
He didn’t understand why Mo Lin was saying such strange things.
Wang Bing was scared.
"Buddy, don’t shout at me; I’m a bit scared," Wang Bing couldn’t help but complain to Mo Lin.
He really was scared.
"Don’t move, I wasn’t calling you, I was calling the one inside you," Mo Lin said again.
"Buddy, are you serious about saying this?"
Wang Bing tried hard to suppress his astonished mood at this moment.
He only had one thought at this time.
Communicating with ghosts?
Not to mention how unattainable the Contract Ghost inside Wang Bing’s body was.
Why would it listen to Mo Lin?
What is Mo Lin anyway?
This was the first time he saw someone wanting to order a ghost.
"Buddy, wake up, my Contract Ghost, you can’t summon it."
Not to mention Mo Lin summoning it, even he himself couldn’t summon the Contract Ghost inside his body.
As soon as he finished speaking.
A gray-black figure slowly floated out from within Wang Bing’s body.
This was a male ghost.
He only had the upper half of his body remaining; it was unclear why he was incomplete.
A face full of bumps and nodules.
The face wasn’t exactly horrifying.
If someone with trypophobia saw it, they might find it disgusting.
Wang Bing watched in shock as this Contract Ghost emerged from his body.
"Ah... really... came out?"
Wang Bing had signed the contract with the Contract Ghost for three years, and this was his first time seeing the ghost in full.
Buddy, how are you so extraordinary?
"Spare me, Sir, I meant no offense, my soul is weak, and my perception is slow, that’s why I was late in appearing before you."
The moment his Contract Ghost appeared, it wasn’t as furious as expected.
It seemed to be desperately explaining something.
For the first time, Wang Bing felt fear from a ghost.
Indeed, this was genuine fear.
This ghost seemed to be trembling.
Although not clearly visible, Wang Bing was sure his Contract Ghost was afraid, being its contract holder.
"From the Ghost Realm?"
The ghost had the faint aura of the Ghost Realm.
"I used to be a Yedou, but after being captured by a big ghost from the Ghost Realm, I became a wandering soul there for several years." The Contract Ghost explained to Mo Lin earnestly.
Wang Bing couldn’t understand their conversation, but he could clearly feel his Contract Ghost trying hard to explain something.
This Contract Ghost of Wang Bing wasn’t even considered a Little Ghost in the Underworld.
If this Contract Ghost wasn’t cut off in the middle, it should be on a Dangerous Level.
In terms of the mortal world, it’s a Level 3 Ghost.
As long as Mo Lin could help this ghost heal its injuries.
It would regain the strength of a Level 3 Ghost.
"How did you get these injuries?" Mo Lin asked puzzledly.
"Sir, do you remember when you used the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill to summon that figure, causing mayhem in the Ghost Realm?
Single-handedly fighting seventy-eight big ghosts in the Ghost Realm and withdrawing unscathed?"
Wang Bing’s Contract Ghost recalled that scene, his voice faltering.
Since that event, everyone in the Ghost Realm knew Mo Lin was the heir of the Celestial Master.
Of course, Mo Lin remembered this matter.
Back then, the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill wasn’t fully mastered, and forcing its use came at a great cost.
"I got these injuries from mistakenly being hit by that figure you summoned."
Wang Bing’s Ghost-Controlling Master added a sentence.
He had only glanced from afar then, not expecting to be accidentally hurt, almost causing his soul to scatter.
Wang Bing, on the side, was confused by what he heard.
A living person going to the Underworld?
Mo Lin revived from death?
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Why does it sound eerie?
This put Mo Lin in an awkward position.
"I will heal your injury right now."
Mo Lin took out ten notes of Netherworld Currency with a face value of a hundred each from the Ghost Suppression Book.
This method left Wang Bing stunned.
It was his first time seeing Netherworld Currency turn into mist.
This felt like, to a humble abode, encountering a mansion.
This sense of disparity was immediate.
Mo Lin waved his hand, pressing his right palm on the top of the Contract Ghost’s head.
Netherworld Currency transformed into Nether Qi in the air, fusing into Wang Bing’s Contract Ghost’s body.
The Contract Ghost’s body expanded visibly, floating up like a balloon.
Not even tens of seconds later.
The balloon-like body gradually shrank as its missing lower part grew back.
Mo Lin used Nether Qi to restore the missing half of the Contract Ghost.
In reality, it was simple.
Anyone above the Yin Department level should know this technique.
Mo Lin actually didn’t do much, relying mainly on Netherworld Currency.
After all, Netherworld Currency is refined from Ghost Qi, a great tonic for ghosts.
"Thank you, Sir, for restoring my body." The Contract Ghost quickly thanked Mo Lin.
"Go back," Mo Lin waved his hand.
The Contract Ghost nodded in agreement, then returned to Wang Bing’s body.
Wang Bing’s body shuddered suddenly.
He felt the power of the Contract Ghost.
This power belonged to a Dangerous Level Ghost.
He was now someone with a Dangerous Level Contract Ghost.
From now on, he would be a Level 3 Ghost-Controlling Master.
"Mo, back then I couldn’t heal the Contract Ghost’s injuries even with two thousand Netherworld Currency, why could you heal it with just one thousand?" Wang Bing was puzzled.
He knew, having two thousand Netherworld Currency, he didn’t choose to directly heal the Contract Ghost. Instead, he spent two thousand to buy the Ghost Messenger to heal the Contract Ghost.
Because he knew, the Contract Ghost’s injury couldn’t be healed with two thousand Netherworld Currency.
Yet Mo Lin healed it with just one thousand.
This was very confusing.
"You don’t understand."
Mo Lin couldn’t clearly explain it either; if he had to sum it up, it was because Mo Lin was from the Yin Department.
If he had to compare, it’s like, a ten-thousand yuan note in a farmer’s hand is just savings.
In a businessman’s hand, it’s an investment.
It’s not about the money, but the person using it.
Mo Lin didn’t want to explain too much and waste his words.
Seeing Mo Lin unwilling to explain, Wang Bing awkwardly laughed, "Thank you, Mo."
He couldn’t stop calling him Mo, quite the opposite from before.
Wang Bing wasn’t dumb; the person before him was clearly skilled, so he played up to him.
"I’ve accomplished what I promised you."
"Rest assured, I will give you the Ghost Messenger."
Wang Bing happily led the way in front, to find Yang Xu to get the Ghost Messenger.
Wang Bing and Mo Lin had been walking for a while, and there was no sign of Wang Bing coming back, causing Yang Xu to become anxious.
Yang Xu paced back and forth on the spot, occasionally glancing at the cage containing the Ghost Messenger in his hand.
He was considering whether to run with the Ghost Messenger.
After a few seconds of thought, Yang Xu decided to run.
After all, this Yin Messenger was worth two thousand Netherworld Currency.
He couldn’t just let it be taken for free.
Yang Xu turned around, moved quickly, getting into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine, shifting gears, and accelerating, all in one go.
The car brushed past Wang Bing on the roadside.
Leaving a gust of wind, Wang Bing stood on the roadside, watching Yang Xu in the driver’s seat leave without looking back.
Left bewildered by the gust of wind.
Yang Xu didn’t even glance at him before leaving.