Inside the hotel, Xin Lang sat in a chair with a smile, leisurely sipping tea, waiting quietly for Mo Lin to arrive. Upon seeing Mo Lin’s figure, Xin Lang finally spoke up. "I admit, I underestimated you," Xin Lang said directly to Mo Lin. "Speak, what will it take for you to release Lin Xi?" Mo Lin asked Xin Lang straightforwardly. "Tomorrow, you come to the Xin Family alone, and I will release Lin Xi then," Xin Lang said with a cold smile. "Lord Mo, it’s a trap. You must not agree," Zheng Zimin warned Mo Lin. Even without his warning, Mo Lin was well aware. Going to the Xin Family alone is akin to walking into a lion’s den, isn’t it? "Mo Lin, you mustn’t go," Zheng Nan also cautioned Mo Lin. Everyone present was reminding Mo Lin at this moment. Mo Lin calmly replied to Xin Lang, "Alright." Everyone in the room was shocked. Even Xin Lang himself didn’t expect Mo Lin to be so unafraid of death. Of course, not only was he surprised, but Zheng Zimin was also astonished. Going to the Xin Family alone is tantamount to courting death, isn’t it? "Alright, you’re brave. I’ll be waiting for you." With these words, Xin Lang turned and left. Xin Lang’s figure disappeared from everyone’s sight. "Lord Mo, think it over. If you really go to the Xin Family alone, it’s no different from going to your death," Zheng Zimin persuaded Mo Lin again. "That’s right, it’s absolutely going to your death," Qiao Wuran added. "It’s okay," Mo Lin replied calmly. Seeing the unafraid expression on Mo Lin’s face, Qiao Wuran exclaimed in surprise. "Lord Mo, you’re not really planning to go to the Xin Family, are you? Do you really have the confidence to deal with the Xin Family?" "I have seventy percent confidence," Mo Lin had already devised a strategy in his mind. Qiao Wuran was stunned, unable to believe Mo Lin’s words. "Lord Mo, don’t underestimate Xin Lang. The Xin Family doesn’t have only Xin Lang as a sixth-level Ghost-Controlling Master. The Xin Family raises many ghosts, which are very troublesome." "Even we seven sixth-level Ghost-Controlling Masters can’t say we have seventy percent confidence against the Xin Family." Zheng Zimin similarly said, "Lord Mo, you’re indeed underestimating the Xin Family. The Xin Family has a deep foundation. This trip, danger is everywhere for you." His words were tactful, but his intended meaning was quite similar to Qiao Wuran’s. No one was optimistic about Mo Lin, believing that if Mo Lin went to the Xin Family, he would surely die. Initially, Mo Lin planned to obtain the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Talisman before heading to the Xin Family. But circumstances changed, forcing Mo Lin to advance his plan. "Lord Mo, don’t go to the Xin Family. We’ll find a way to rescue them," Zheng Zimin told Mo Lin again. "Don’t go to the Xin Family. If you go, it’s also like sending yourself to death," Qiao Wuran echoed. "It’s okay," Mo Lin coldly uttered these two words. Seeing that Mo Lin wouldn’t listen to reason, Zheng Zimin and Qiao Wuran could only wave their hands in helpless resignation. There was nothing more to be done! The sky gradually darkened... Around seven in the evening. Mo Lin’s phone rang; it was an unfamiliar number. Upon answering, Xin Lang’s voice came through. "Plans have changed, come to the Xin Family now." Worried that Mo Lin might play tricks, Xin Lang changed the agreed time. "Come alone to the Xin Family, I will definitely release the person," Xin Lang reiterated. "Alright," Mo Lin agreed. With the phone call ended, Mo Lin tidied up a bit, then set off for the Xin Family. The Xin Family, in the East Suburbs. They had their own place. Mo Lin arrived at the street in the East Suburbs, then walked along the street for about ten minutes. He arrived at the Xin Family. Lin Xi, with both hands tied with rope and tape over her mouth, stood next to Xin Lang. Xin Lang confirmed that Mo Lin had come alone, so he released Lin Xi. Lin Xi tore off the tape on her mouth, emotionally shouting to Mo Lin, "Run... it’s a trap." Mo Lin remained calm, his eyes cold, patting Lin Xi on the shoulder and reminding her. "Go back and sleep; tomorrow everything will be back to normal." The cold look made Lin Xi feel a chill. She had many things she wanted to say, but at this moment, she swallowed them all, obediently nodded, and then left. "After tomorrow, there will be no Xin Family in Beihai," Mo Lin said in a chilling tone. "Oh... such bold words," Xin Lang snorted. Xin Lang did not trouble Lin Xi; his target was Mo Lin. Mo Lin walked into the Xin Family openly. Upon entering, a gust of coldness hit him. Shadows of ghosts appeared. There were at least over a hundred ghosts. These ghosts looked fierce; seeing Mo Lin was like they had spotted prey. Many of these were Nightmare Level ghosts. Just counting casually, there were at least over twenty Nightmare Level ghosts. This number was more than the ghosts in Mo Lin’s Ghost Suppression Book. Mo Lin, upon seeing these ghosts, didn’t feel worried. The smile on his face couldn’t be hidden. Wasn’t this fortune falling from the sky? Chapters fırst released on 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⁂𝕟𝕖𝕥 These ghosts were rare treasures! "What’s wrong? Scared stiff?" Xin Lang coldly snorted, seeing Mo Lin’s silly smile. With his words, all the surrounding ghosts pounced toward Mo Lin. "Chen Xi..." Mo Lin called forth Chen Xi. Chen Xi was now also a Deadly Level ghost. After appearing, ghostly flames surged out from Chen Xi’s body, intimidating the surrounding Nightmare Level ghosts from approaching. "A Deadly Level ghost? This guy is actually a sixth-level Ghost-Controlling Master!" Xin Lang was surprised to see Mo Lin summon a Deadly Level ghost. Thanks to Lord Qin’s reminder, he prepared some special means. "Take action!" Xin Lang shouted into the distance. In the distance, four young men appeared, jumping down from the roof, holding a red rope to encircle Chen Xi. The four formed a square, trapping Chen Xi in the center. Copper Coins were tied to the red rope. As Chen Xi tried to break out, her hand touched the red rope, causing white smoke to rise. They restricted her movement. This was the means Xin Lang prepared against Mo Lin. Seeing Chen Xi trapped, Mo Lin summoned a second ghost. Another Deadly Level ghost appeared. A touch of dread appeared deep in Xin Lang’s eyes. "Another Deadly Level ghost?" He had to admit, Mo Lin was powerful. If he hadn’t prepared means against Mo Lin in advance, he might have suffered today. "Old Liu, this ghost is yours to handle," Xin Lang instructed the young man in the distance. The young man nodded, took out an Eight Trigrams Mirror, and shone it on Wu Yang. Golden light radiated, and Wu Yang seemed petrified, unable to move under the golden glow. Mo Lin remained unsurprised. In such a life-or-death situation, it was normal for Xin Lang to be prepared. As for Mo Lin’s Nightmare Level ghosts, they need not be summoned again; they weren’t of much use. "Mo Lin, what other tricks do you have? Just use them," Xin Lang taunted Mo Lin. Mo Lin silently took out the Thunder Talisman. "WOC... you really have more tricks," Xin Lang couldn’t help but curse when he saw Mo Lin take out the Thunder Talisman. But he didn’t expect Mo Lin still had a trump card.