Catching Ghosts as Head of Yin Department-Chapter 514 - 512: Into the Trap

Yun Xue’xue’s words made the woman especially happy, though her face had been cold just moments before.

Now, a lofty smile appeared on her face.

"You have some sense, knowing that our Burial Immortal Organization is not to be messed with," Yinyan said slowly.

"Sense, of course, I have sense," Yun Xue’xue replied: "Your Burial Immortal Organization is so powerful; how could I dare to provoke you?

Even if I had a hundred guts, I wouldn’t dare."

Mo Lin looked at Yun Xue’xue incredulously.

Yun Xue’xue was truly speaking against her conscience.

Her lies sounded more genuine than the truth.

"We don’t take money, but if you really want this woman, you can trade something for her," Yinyan began to let down her guard.

At least the atmosphere wasn’t so stiff anymore.

Pointing at Jiang Yun, Yinyan said again, "You need to offer something valuable in exchange for her."

"This woman is not an Immortal Cultivator; her value can’t be that high, right?" Yun Xue’xue inquired.

"Though she’s not an Immortal Cultivator, she is still a promising seed," Yinyan replied slowly.

"How about this? I use a Spirit Pill to trade for her, how’s that?" Mo Lin slowly took out a Spirit Pill and asked Yinyan.

Upon hearing the word "Spirit Pill," Yun Xue’xue showed a surprised expression.

Not just anyone can refine Spirit Pills.

Refining Spirit Pills requires specific alchemy techniques, and most importantly, an Alchemy Furnace.

The value of a Spirit Pill is substantial.

"Sure," Yinyan readily agreed, accepting the Spirit Pill from Mo Lin’s hand and then tactfully leading her people away.

There were no excessive actions.

Seeing this group leave, Jiang Yun was relieved, as the worry on her face slowly faded away.

"Thank you."

Jiang Yun thanked Mo Lin: "I don’t have a Spirit Pill, but I will definitely find a way to repay you with something of equal value. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Definitely..."

Mo Lin didn’t think too much, replying: "No need to thank me too much, it’s just your good luck."

If Jiang Yun hadn’t appeared just at the right moment in front of Mo Lin and mentioned she was from the Celestial Heart Bureau,

perhaps Mo Lin wouldn’t have saved her either.

"Do you know where the white snake auction is held?" Mo Lin asked Jiang Yun.

"I know, it’s just ahead," Jiang Yun pointed ahead and slowly said: "The auction house isn’t open yet.

The auction house should open in seven days."

Mo Lin looked in the direction Jiang Yun pointed, seeing a two-story building.

The main door was tightly closed.

Mo Lin had arrived too early.

"Wait then." There wasn’t a better solution at the moment.

Either wait or find a way to sneak into the Burial Immortal Organization to investigate Mo Qingqing’s whereabouts.

Since the auction hadn’t started yet, Mo Lin took Ling Qiaoqiao and others away from this place.

They went outside to find a place to stay while waiting for the auction to begin.

"Can you tell me about the Burial Immortal Organization?" Mo Lin asked Jiang Yun slowly.

"I don’t know much either.

This is a branch of the Burial Immortal Organization, and their main task is to cultivate Immortal Cultivators and then sell them."

Jiang Yun had been captured and knew limited information.

As for having met Mo Qingqing, it was only because she was captured on the same day and placed in the same location.

The place where Mo Lin and the others were was about ten kilometers away from Fallen Street, just an ordinary village.

It had hotels and restaurants.

Where there is demand, there’s supply.

This place was built especially for outsiders like Mo Lin visiting Fallen Street.

Mo Lin and Yun Xue’xue were having a meal.

From outside the restaurant came a woman’s voice.

"Where is the Evil Spirit?" Mo Lin felt the voice was somewhat familiar.

Mo Lin turned around, only to see that it was Qian Youyou speaking.

Before, when Mo Lin went to the Jin Family to avenge Luo Xiaoxiao, she had criticized Mo Lin for killing innocents.

"It’s about three kilometers ahead," a man in a black coat replied slowly to Qian Youyou.

"Got it," Qian Youyou responded slowly.

Mo Lin wasn’t familiar with Qian Youyou, but he knew the woman beside her very well.

This woman stood tall, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders, her beauty unparalleled, her face expressionless.

She gave off a high-cold beauty.

Suddenly, as this woman saw Mo Lin, the coldness on her face vanished immediately, replaced by a smile.

This woman was Feng Mingyu.

Back in Xuyan City, Mo Lin had met her.

She was an old acquaintance of Mo Lin.

They had once gone through life and death together.

"Mo," Feng Mingyu exclaimed, greeting Mo Lin.

Feng Mingyu approached Mo Lin warmly, greeting him. "Mo, I didn’t expect to meet you here."

"Quite coincidental," Mo Lin inquired of Feng Mingyu: "What brought you here?

We took on a task to hunt the Evil Spirit, and I’m here with my best friend to capture it."

Feng Mingyu pointed to Qian Youyou and slowly said: "This is my best friend, named Qian Youyou."

"Yes, I met her a few days ago," Mo Lin replied slowly.

Seeing Mo Lin, Qian Youyou was surprised.

She looked at Feng Mingyu and then at Mo Lin, truly not expecting them to know each other, and so well.

Jiang Yun beside them lowered her head, tugging at Mo Lin’s clothing.

Though she said nothing, Mo Lin immediately understood.

Mo Lin slowly stood up, saying to Feng Mingyu, "Coincidentally, I’m free, so should I accompany you two?"

"Sure," Feng Mingyu agreed quickly without a second thought.

So Mo Lin followed Feng Mingyu away.

Yun Xue’xue and the others originally wanted to follow but were refused by Mo Lin.

If too many people went, it would draw unnecessary attention.

The black-clad man led the way in front, followed by Feng Mingyu and others.

The black-clad man walked through a small path, then straight along it.

After about ten minutes, they arrived at a village.

From afar, the village was brightly lit.

"That’s our village. We often suffer from Evil Spirit infestations. Please make sure to eliminate them," the black-clad man slowly said to Feng Mingyu and the others.

"Don’t worry, we will definitely help you get rid of the Evil Spirit," Qian Youyou replied quickly.

They slowly walked into the village.

People in the village were either sitting on steps at the street corner or leaning against the wall.

Seeing Mo Lin and others, they all smiled warmly.

The black-clad man took the lead.

Suddenly, Feng Mingyu stopped, "Are you sure about this? There are no Evil Spirits here at all."

She had the most experience with Evil Spirits, and upon arriving in this village, she sensed there were none.

A village infested with Evil Spirits couldn’t possibly appear so peaceful.

Qian Youyou also slowly stopped.

At this time, three people wearing beast-face masks appeared in the distance.

These three were holding black chains.

They were dressed just like the ones Ling Qiaoqiao had encountered; they were members of the Burial Immortal Organization.