Lin Mo couldn't open his eyes because of the bright light.

Not to mention the ghost eyes, which dare not be revealed in this light.

The next moment, a huge suction force came from below, and Lin Mo was pulled down accidentally.

Just when Lin Mo thought he was going to fall into the abyss and be smashed to pieces, the next moment, he landed on a grassy field.

When I opened my eyes and looked again, the dazzling light was gone.

Lin Mo was stunned.

He hadn't expected it to be like this.

There was soft grass beneath me.

The cool and chilly wind around.

But isn’t this under a mine? Where does the grass and wind come from?

The sound of the lively funeral music was much clearer. Before, it felt like I was covered by a quilt, but now, I felt like I was really there.

What surprised Lin Mo was that the funeral music came from a big city ahead.

Big city?

Lin Mo looked at the more than ten-meter-high city wall and the ancient tower, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

"Where is this?"

The surroundings were very empty, and except for this ancient city, the rest of the place was pitch black.

Faintly, I could feel that something seemed to be watching me in the darkness.

With malice and ill will.

Lin Mo turned around and stared at it for a while, then finally turned back.

“They should be a group of helpless ghosts. They don’t dare to come over. They can only hide in the dark and watch. They can’t achieve anything big.” Lin Mo looked down.

The mining lamp on his waist had now turned into a small red lantern.

The appearance has changed.

It's amazing.

The only thing that remained unchanged was the scarlet blood light, which was still eerie.

Originally Lin Mo thought something would come and attack him, or something horrible or weird would happen, but after standing in the wind for two minutes, no one paid any attention to him.

"Then I'll go into the city and take a look."

Now that we are here, let's just stick to one idea: make the best of it.

The old man should have been caught here as well.

And it is certain that this is under the abandoned mine in the eastern suburbs, and it hides the secret of his resurrection five years ago, so he might as well take this opportunity to explore it carefully.

The funeral music continues.

It was obvious that someone was holding a funeral in this strange city.

When he reached the city gate, Lin Mo stopped again.

At the gate of the city stood two rows of ghosts wearing helmets and armor.

Each of them had a ferocious face and lowered their head. Each ghost held a long-handled knife in his hand, and the knife was emitting a billowing black aura.

Any one of them has the strength of an A-level nightmare.

Lin Mo quickly gave this kind of ghost an appropriate name.

Soldier ghost!

I simply counted them and found that there were eight in one row and sixteen in two rows.

Sixteen A-level nightmares. This scene and momentum are very scary, and there is an invisible oppressive force. I believe that no matter who it is, even Yuan Xiuqing, an S-level, has to consider his own weight when facing sixteen soldier ghosts.

Especially in this city gate area, Lin Mo felt that there was some hidden taboo here.

The thought immediately popped into my mind.

You absolutely cannot cause trouble in this place.

It is no exaggeration to say that if you accidentally break the taboo at the city gate, no matter who you are, the end result will be death.

Lin Mo is a real man who can bend and stretch himself. Now he is considering whether to go into the city.

I thought that I hadn't done anything and wasn't causing any trouble, so I wouldn't have violated any taboos.

Just at this moment, a figure hurriedly walked into the city gate from another direction and entered the city. The two rows of soldiers did not react.

It seems that if you enter the city honestly, you won't break any taboos.

If others can do it, then so can I.

Lin Mo thought it through and decided to give it a try.

So he also took a deep breath and walked in with his head lowered.

The closer the distance, the stronger the sense of oppression from the soldier ghost.

To be honest, if there were only one or two ghost soldiers, Lin Mo would not think it was a big deal, and he would never be vague even if a fight broke out.

But the opponents are too many. One-on-one and one-on-many are two different concepts.

According to Lin Mo's idea, he would go in safely like the ghost who just entered the city, and the soldier ghost would continue to lower his head and fish without disturbing each other. How wonderful it would be.

But sometimes, things just don't go the way he wants.

As soon as he got closer, something unexpected happened.

All sixteen ghost soldiers raised their heads and looked at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was immediately choked.

"Oh my god, why are you looking at me?"

He wanted to ask, but was afraid of breaking the taboo.

At this moment, sixteen terrifying soldier ghosts were staring at Lin Mo. The soldier ghosts looked very scary, with a pair of eyes like black holes.

Lin Mo glanced at them and thought about retreating?

That doesn't work either.

Wait a minute, don't panic when something happens. If you think about it carefully, you will find that people are just watching and not doing anything.

Lin Mo felt that since he was already here, he had to go in first.

He thought quickly in his mind, made up his mind, and continued to move forward.

If it was just for watching, Lin Mo wouldn't care.

If you want to watch it, just watch it. Can it help you lose a few pounds?

Next, Lin Mo was on guard and walked in as if nothing had happened.

The sixteen ghost soldiers really didn't move. They just looked at Lin Mo. They didn't move until Lin Mo entered the city gate. Then they retracted their gaze and lowered their heads again.

"That's it?"

Lin Moxin said that it was nothing, he was just staring at himself.

Of course, he also thought about why these soldiers didn't even look at the figure who had just entered.

This question could not be figured out for the time being, and Lin Mo had no intention of going over to ask these ghost soldiers.

In short, we successfully and safely entered this strange ancient city.

This is a real ancient city.

Lin Mo has been to the ancient city in the real world. In that kind of place, one can still feel some traces of modernity, but here, it is absolutely authentic.

Lin Mo didn’t quite know what age the ancient city was from, but it looked like it was at least four or five hundred years old.

Although the ground was paved with stone slabs, it was uneven, and there were no stone slabs in some places, just hard dirt roads.

The houses on both sides were very short, many of them were locked and had strange talismans on them. Lin Mo passed by and randomly picked one to look inside.

It's pitch black.

There is a person standing vaguely, motionless, staring at you straight, and in the darkness, there is a fierce light in the eyes.

That's still good.

There was just a ghost standing there.

Lin Mo passed by a larger house and looked inside.

My goodness, the room is full of ghosts.

Full.

Likewise, the door of the house was locked with a special chain and sealed with a spell.

Lin Mo thought of one thing at this time. How big is this ancient city? According to the current situation, the number of ghosts in the city may be counted in tens of thousands.

"What on earth is this place?"

Lin Mo, who had just arrived, knew nothing about this strange ancient city.

He decided to go to the place where the funeral music was coming from first.

Find the uncle on the way.

If nothing unexpected happens, the old man must have been brought to this place as well.

The funeral music is getting closer.

Going around to the front, Lin Mo saw it.

It was a family, hanging white silk and covering themselves with black cloth, and holding a funeral.

Several figures were sitting at the door playing various instruments and singing.

There were a few people in mourning kneeling in front, crying sadly.

But this crying sounded abnormal. Who can keep crying in the same tone? At least there should be ups and downs. When you are tired of crying, you should take a break.

But these "filial sons and grandchildren" kneeling on the ground kept crying, and it made people's scalp tingle after listening to them for a long time.

What’s even more frightening is not the crying.

Lin Mo looked carefully at the "band" that presided over the funeral, including some playing the suona, some beating the small drum, some playing the sheng, and some plucking the sanxian.

Anyway, none of them are human.

Not even a ghost.

It's a paper figure.

These paper figures are dressed in red and green, their facial features are all painted, and their faces are painted with blush, they are so gorgeous.

But at this moment, I guess no one thinks they are gorgeous.

I just feel scared.

Again, Lin Mo is an exception.

When he saw a group of paper figures, he actually felt a sense of familiarity.

This reminded him of Old Man Wang.

Old Man Wang is a master at making origami figures, and what he does is also a paper-making skill.

"It's a pity that you left too early, Lao Wang. I missed you so much."

Lin Mo muttered to himself.

Then Lin Mo leaned over and looked into the house.

There was a coffin inside, and in front of it was a small low table with offerings, candles and incense.

This is an ancient city, and I don’t know which dynasty it was built in, so there are no photos. There is just a wooden sign with the name of the city written on it.

Lin Mo prepared to leave.

This funeral itself is unlucky, not to mention that it takes place in such a weird place, which makes it doubly unlucky, and there is nothing to see.

Just go.

Just at this moment, Lin Mo's nose twitched.

He smelled alcohol.

Very light.

He looked around and saw that no one was drinking here and there was no wine on the table. So where did the smell of alcohol come from?

At this moment, Lin Mo's heart moved.

"Yes, sir!"

The old man was drinking before, then Old Man Sun came to visit, and then the gambler Cui Daquan came.

Also, because the old man drinks for a long time, he always smells of alcohol.

Can't be dispersed.

Lin Mo's first reaction at this moment was that the master was here.

He was immediately interested.

Start looking carefully.

There were no ghosts kneeling on the ground. Lin Mo scanned these ghosts one by one. Obviously, there was no master among them.

A band with musical instruments and singing? Even less so.

These paper figures are easy to identify.

Lin Mo followed the smell and looked towards the room where the coffin was placed.

There were actually a few ghosts kneeling inside.

Although they were hiding in the darkness, Lin Mo could still tell that they were not the bosses.

Then, there is only one place.

His eyes slowly moved to the big coffin.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes and walked inside.

He was watching from the side before, and none of the ghosts here would pay attention to him, probably because they kept to themselves. But if Lin Mo wanted to go in, these ghosts would not let him in.

The crying stopped.

The ghosts kneeling on the ground outside looked up at Lin Mo.

The chill in the air grew thicker.

It was like dozens of refrigerator doors were opened, and waves of decay and stench swept in.

The pressure is enormous.

The danger is gradually increasing.

But Lin Mo remained unmoved.

He was thinking about something else now.

My uncle is probably in this coffin.

But why? He didn't quite understand.

For things that you don't understand, you can make assumptions and inferences based on what you know. Lin Mo is good at this, as he learned it in the expert group training class of the General Administration.

Assuming that the old man is in the coffin, the other party must have his reasons.

That is what is called a motivation.

Anyone who does anything has a motive.

The same goes for ghosts.

The old man is also a ghost. Stuffing a ghost into a coffin, such a complicated operation can only mean that the other party has big plans.

It might be a good thing for these ghosts.

But one thing is for sure, it is not a good thing for me.

Since it's not a good thing for the old man, Lin Mo must intervene. After all, he is the old man's brother.

Opening his mind a little more and looking at the funeral here, it is a ritual, and an ongoing ritual. Lin Mo assumed that the old man was in danger.

So we must hurry up and rescue the old man.

I guess the ghosts here won’t agree.

No, it’s not just a guess, I definitely won’t agree.

There will inevitably be conflict.

In that case, it is better to strike first.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo's thoughts became clear and his mind became enlightened.

A ghost in front stepped forward to stop him, but Lin Mo slapped him to the ground.

The other ghosts immediately revealed their terrifying appearances.

Lin Mo didn't want to waste time, so he called Xiaoyu.

Then he walked into the house without looking back.

The ghosts outside were blocked by the sudden drizzle.

Xiaoyu’s aura now is very terrifying.

Especially when the black skirt spread in all directions, all the ghosts affected by the black skirt did not dare to move. Their instinct told them that if they moved, they would suffer a miserable end.

There were still a few ghosts in the room, but they also saw that Lin Mo was not someone to be trifled with. Although they were angry, they did not take action.

"Sir, what do you mean by this?"

A ghost in mourning stood up and spoke. While speaking, his eyes were looking at the small red lantern on Lin Mo's waist. He probably mistook Lin Mo for some other ghost.

Lin Mo ignored the other party.

Because there is nothing to say, the key is to rescue the old man first.

He looked at the coffin. The lid had been nailed shut. He tried to pull it open but it was a bit difficult.

At this time, several black iron chains stretched out from behind Lin Mo and wrapped around the coffin, just like a python strangling its prey. Then there was a click, and the coffin was broken apart.

"Thank you, Xiaoyu!"

Lin Mo said politely.

Then he kicked the coffin over.

With a loud bang, the altar fell over and the offerings were scattered all over the floor.

The ghosts in the room already had ferocious looks on their faces.

The coffin opened and two ghosts rolled out.

One is a grandfather, and the other is an old man wearing a black shroud.

The old man lay motionless with his eyes closed, being held tightly by the old man in the black shroud. One could see a lot of long white hairs growing out of the old man's body, some of which had already pierced into the old man's body.

Lin Mo went up and separated the two.

There were continuous snapping sounds, and the long white hairs were torn off one by one. They were actually rotting very quickly, including the old man's body, which looked intact at first.

Soon, the flesh began to shrink and clung to the skin, the hair fell out, and an incredible deathly aura emanated from the body.

"This is too much!"

The ghosts in mourning in the room were now angry, and they threw themselves at me one by one in their ghost sumo costumes.

"Fuck you." Lin Mo was also angry.

His uncle now had his eyes closed and was almost breathless, but he still wanted to ask for an explanation.

He went up and kicked a ghost over.

He swung the brick in his hand and with a click, broke the opponent's leg.

At this moment, Lin Mo was more ferocious than the evil ghost. The other two ghosts were also intimidated. Although they gnashed their teeth, they didn't dare to get close.

Lin Mo lowered his head and asked the ghost on the ground: "What did you do to my uncle?"

The ghost had a broken leg but felt no pain. His eyes bulged out as he stared at Lin Mo.

Suddenly he started to scream like crazy: "You are not a ghost messenger, you are not a ghost messenger!"

The sound was so loud, it was like turning the volume to Max in an instant.

Lin Mo reacted quickly enough and covered the other person's mouth in an instant.

This guy called himself "Cha Ye" before, obviously because of the red lantern. Obviously, this small red lantern can only be used by the so-called "ghost messenger".

The other party was probably roaring like that to call other ghosts in the city over.

There was no way Lin Mo could let it do as it wished.

The opponent resisted frantically, and Lin Mo could only call Xiaohu out and swallow him in one bite.

When the other two ghosts in the room saw this scene, they fell silent.

After checking the old man's condition, it doesn't look good.

When I asked the other two ghosts, they also kept silent.

Lin Mo smiled and asked Xiaohu, "Can you eat two more?"

Xiaohu nodded, went up and took two bites, swallowing the two ghosts.

Now it's all done.

The hidden dangers in the house have been eliminated.

As for the ghosts outside, they were blocked by Xiaoyu and couldn't get in at all.

Lin Mo couldn’t take care of the rest for the time being.

Now he was eager to find out what was going on.

"Xiao Hu, are you okay?" Lin Mo asked at this moment.

Xiaohu nodded, opened his mouth and spit out a ghost covered in saliva and with half of its face corroded.

This is the one that was swallowed at the beginning.

Has been transformed into a ghost by Xiaohu.

After being spit out, the other person crawled up from the ground, with confusion in his remaining eye.

I guess it's a bit confusing.

Lin Mo asked directly.

Anyone who is swallowed by Xiaohu and transformed into a ghost will never go against Xiaohu's will, and now Lin Mo's will is Xiaohu's will.

Then the other party revealed everything.

"What happened to my uncle?"

"Who is your uncle?"

Lin Mo pointed at the old man on the ground.

"Oh, in order to avoid turning into a ghost, my master needs a new ghost to keep him alive, so I asked the ghost catcher to catch a new ghost."

As the other party spoke, Lin Mo understood.

According to the other party, when people die, they become ghosts, and when ghosts die, they become monsters.

His master, the one who has now turned into a dried sweet potato-like corpse, has begun to turn into a ghost. In order to prolong his life, he needs a fresher ghost to do so.

As for the capture of Mr. Lin, it was purely a coincidence.

Lin Mo asked me if my uncle had been dead for seven years, was he still considered a fresh ghost? "Yes, ten years is considered a fresh death, as long as it's within ten years."

Lin Mo felt that his strange knowledge had increased.

Next, Lin Mo asked it where this ancient city was.

"This is a ghost town, created by Mr. Chunfeng."

As for the rest, this guy doesn’t know either.

Lin Mo recalled that after he entered the city, he saw many houses locked with iron chains and covered with talismans, and inside there were some strange ghosts emitting terrible murderous auras.

He asked this too.

"That is a dead ghost that turned into a demon. It was sealed in the house before it died and cannot be let out, otherwise there will be a big mess."

(End of this chapter)