"Ah... just ran off like that?" Wang Bing was dumbfounded.
"Huh?" Mo Lin was also stunned.
"What do you mean by this?"
"Two dragons teasing a pig?"
So you dare to play me here?
He had just helped Wang Bing upgrade the Contract Ghost to Dangerous Level, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Xu ran off with the car holding the Yin Messenger.
Is Wang Bing really that cunning?
Wang Bing felt terribly awkward inside!
"Mo, it’s a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding."
Wang Bing hurriedly explained to Mo Lin, sweating on his forehead, "That guy took off with the Yin Messenger on his own discretion, it wasn’t my doing."
"I didn’t tell him to do that... he did it on his own discretion..."
Wang Bing’s mouth began to dry out, suddenly feeling his explanations were unnecessary... as if he was covering something up.
Wang Bing hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket, "I’ll call him right away and tell him to come back."
Saying that, Wang Bing dialed Yang Xu’s phone number.
To avoid any misunderstanding, he deliberately put it on speaker.
The call connected, and on the other end came Yang Xu’s voice.
"Young Master, you hold on first, I’ll come back to get help to rescue you."
The tone was genuine and sincere.
"What the hell are you doing?" Wang Bing burst out swearing. Get full chapters from novel⟡fire.net
Yang Xu had taken off with the Yin Messenger on his own, leaving him here awkwardly.
Isn’t this embarrassing?
"Hurry back here," Wang Bing roared.
"Young Master, I know you’re saying this under that guy’s tyranny."
"Tyranny your ass, hurry back with the Yin Messenger."
"I know you’re forced to say this, I’ll report this to the old master when I return.
The old master will definitely find someone to rescue you and deal with that guy," Yang Xu couldn’t help but praise himself at this moment.
Fortunately, he took off with the Yin Messenger, preserving the Yin Messenger worth twenty thousand Netherworld Currency.
Otherwise, this trip to the Jin Ancestral Hall auction would have been a massive loss.
"What are you imagining? I’m not being threatened, I’m completely willing. Hurry up and bring back the Yin Messenger," Wang Bing shouted anxiously.
Perhaps Wang Bing behaved too anxiously.
Yang Xu had no intention of returning, even with a determined attitude.
"Young Master, rest assured, I must bring the Yin Messenger back to the Wang Family."
"Is this the time to show your loyalty?"
"Such a smart ass, could you not be so ostentatious?" Wang Bing couldn’t help but complain.
"Young Master, never mind other things, but I was indeed clever today, or else you nearly lost twenty thousand Netherworld Currency."
Yang Xu didn’t hear anything else, but the word ’clever’ resonated loud and clear.
Wang Bing looked at Mo Lin, then at the phone, "Mo... this..."
Mo Lin also understood this was a misunderstanding that couldn’t be resolved in a short while.
"I’ll go to your house later to personally retrieve the Yin Messenger," Mo Lin calmly stated.
"Okay," Wang Bing nodded in response.
He was very puzzled, wondering why Yang Xu, a guy who doesn’t think much, was so conspicuous today.
Causing Wang Bing a fit of awkwardness.
"Mo, are you coming to my house now?" Wang Bing pointed in the direction of his house and asked Mo Lin.
"I’ll go to your house after I deal with another matter."
"What else do you have to do?" Wang Bing asked in confusion.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Wang Bing shrank his neck and immediately stopped asking more questions.
He simply followed behind Mo Lin.
Xianyun stood on Mo Lin’s left, Wang Bing on Mo Lin’s right, and the three of them walked into the Jin Ancestral Hall together.
"Who captured the Yin Messenger?"
A sentence exploded in the air like thunder.
Wang Bing’s head buzzed immediately.
He thought Mo Lin was about to do something good.
Judging by the tone, wasn’t this finding trouble?
Wang Bing instinctively took a few steps back, not wanting to get involved.
Xianyun was also taken aback.
She thought Mo Lin would use some clever means or ask about the Yin Messenger’s issue in a negotiable manner.
She considered all possible scenarios, except that Mo Lin would start with such an explosive opening.
The auction had just ended, and everyone was preparing to leave.
Mo Lin’s loud rebuke pulled those who were about to leave back.
Everyone’s eyes focused on Mo Lin.
Everyone present was very curious.
Which young man is tired of living, daring to trouble Jin Ancestral Hall?
Doesn’t everyone know the reputation of Jin Ancestral Hall?
The middle-aged man’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sneer on his lips.
"Little brother, what do you mean by this?" the middle-aged man asked in an icy tone.
The atmosphere froze instantly.
"I’m asking who captured the Yin Messenger," Mo Lin repeated.
The Yin Messenger of Yedou was captured, Mo Lin naturally wanted to find out the situation.
The capturing of a Yin Messenger is a big deal, even in the Underworld.
In the mortal world, not only is it a big deal, but it’s also far-reaching.
Mo Lin definitely, even must, find out who captured the Yin Messenger.
"None of your damn business."
A nearby unnamed man cursed.
A Soul Chain harshly struck the man’s body.
The man was knocked back over a meter, hitting the ground hard.
A nameless person anyway; Mo Lin only taught him a lesson because of his foul mouth.
No excessive actions were taken.
After all, this guy was just a lackey; even if he were beaten to death, it would not serve as a warning.
At the moment Mo Lin displayed his Ghost Skill,
The atmosphere had already dropped to freezing point.
"You come to the Jin Ancestral Hall to cause trouble?" the middle-aged man rebuked.
Soon after, a few more men appeared and stood behind him.
"Brother Mo, these people are all Level Three Ghost-Controlling Masters,"
Xianyun, fearing Mo Lin would suffer a loss, whispered to him, "This isn’t about causing trouble, I’m just inquiring about the Yin Messenger."
"Is this your attitude when making inquiries?" the middle-aged man snorted coldly.
"Since you’ve come to the Jin Ancestral Hall to make trouble, don’t think about leaving."
The middle-aged man snorted coldly and immediately prepared to summon the Contract Ghost.
But he suddenly found that the Contract Ghost in his body seemed to have vanished.
No matter how he summoned, there was no response.
The few people beside the middle-aged man experienced the same.
"What’s going on?" The middle-aged man was baffled.
The inability to summon the Contract Ghost was something he encountered for the first time.
These ghosts weren’t unable to be summoned; they were afraid to come out.
They feared Mo Lin in his Underworld robe.
"I’m going to count to three. If you’re unwilling to speak about the Yin Messenger, I’ll have to resort to measures."
Mo Lin frowned; speaking further would just waste saliva.
Would these people reveal who captured the Yin Messenger if he had a good attitude?
He must intimidate these people; otherwise, they won’t divulge information about the Yin Messenger.
Mo Lin counted to two.
The few middle-aged men from Jin Ancestral Hall remained unfazed.
As if they hadn’t heard Mo Lin’s voice at all.
These people still remained motionless.
No choice but to use some measures now.
Mo Lin held his head down, opening his mouth.
Seemed like he was about to vomit.
Liquid began to leak from Mo Lin’s mouth.
The droplet was quite viscous, dropping to the ground.
Perhaps due to the different environments between the Underworld and the mortal world.
It was slightly uncomfortable using the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill in the mortal world for the first time.
Hence, resulting in such an awkward scene.