The Ming Dynasty in Another World: People are in the Heavenly Prison, and Wuji becomes a Taoist

Lin Mo realized where this thing came from.

This is an extremely sinister and evil technique.

The souls of children who died young are selected, imprisoned using special methods, and sealed inside specially made paper figures.

Then, nourished by yin energy and resentment over the years, the child's soul transforms into a vengeful ghost, attaching itself to the paper figure.

This thing is formless and intangible, yet it can penetrate walls and devour people's souls and essence.

Ancient books record that they were often found in the tombs of the powerful and wealthy, used to protect the coffins.

The paper figure appeared light and airy, but its attack just now contained extremely strong Yin energy.

Otherwise, even if Grand Secretary Xue was seriously injured, he wouldn't have been killed instantly.

Looks like a master has arrived!

Lin Mo raised his head and looked at the dark passage leading deeper underground.

Tap...tap...tap...

The steady, clear footsteps came from the depths of the passage, neither hurried nor slow.

Every step felt like it was on the beat of a person's heart.

He suppressed all the shouts and screams around him.

A middle-aged man wearing a gray Zhongshan suit walked out slowly.

He was well-proportioned, with an ordinary face, slightly graying temples, and gentle eyes.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, like that of a refined elder.

But the dignified aura that he had developed from holding a high position for so long silently spread out.

The moment he appeared, the surviving assassins perked up, their eyes brightening slightly.

Even the three experts who were locked in combat with Leng Lingding took a moment to respectfully greet him, "Lord Left Envoy!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the wrecked corpses, rampant poisonous insects, and zombies scattered on the ground.

The final focus fell on Lin Mo, who stood calmly beside Xue Gelao's corpse.

He looked him up and down, his smile unchanged, his voice calm yet authoritative.

"Why is your murderous intent so strong, young friend?"

Lin Mo scoffed: "You're the one who killed him, and you're saying I have a murderous aura? Don't you find that ridiculous?"

"Old Xue's hands have been severed by you, he is already a cripple, living is just torture for him."

I'm just seeing him off a bit, to spare him some suffering.

The middle-aged man paused slightly, pointing to the corpses of the assassins on the ground. "And these people had no grudge against you, yet they died today, directly or indirectly, because of you. Isn't that enough to show that you have too much bloodlust?"

"You're quite the smooth talker." Lin Mo was too lazy to argue with him, so he simply sized up the other man and asked directly, "Who are you?"

"I am Meng Dehai, and I am honored to serve as the Left Envoy of the Underworld."

The middle-aged man cupped his hands in a composed manner. "The host is currently in meditation and does not receive guests. If you have any guidance, young friend, please speak with me first."

As soon as he finished speaking, the paper doll of the Yin Child, which had been floating in mid-air, silently drifted back to his side.

The crimson runes on the paper were faintly visible, exuding an ominous aura.

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

Meng Dehai!

Isn't this the enemy that Ao En entrusted him to kill?!

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

Lin Mo was startled, but his face remained calm and composed.

Only a fleeting, chilling glint appeared briefly in the depths of his eyes before vanishing again.

Meng Dehai accurately captured this subtle change.

The warm smile on his lips deepened.

They assumed that the title "Left Envoy of the Underworld" had intimidated the other party.

"Little friend."

Meng Dehai's tone became increasingly gentle, carrying the composure of an elder examining a younger person.

"Judging from your skills, you are definitely not an unknown person."

Especially that palm technique just now...

Hehe, this reminds Meng of an old friend.

May I ask your teacher, young friend? Perhaps you share some lineage with my Yinshan Xuanyin school, and even have some connection to it.

The conversation, seemingly about reminiscing and making friends, actually contains hidden veiled sarcasm.

Those warm eyes were fixed on Lin Mo, not missing a single change in his expression.

The strange and domineering palm technique that Lin Mo used earlier.

If he wasn't mistaken, it should be the long-lost Annihilation Palm.

Such a young master, possessing such extraordinary skills, must have a behemoth standing behind him that even he must fear.

However, Lin Mo's answer was completely different from what he had expected.

“Meng Dehai…”

Lin Mo spoke, his voice so flat that it betrayed no emotion.

Do you know Ao En?

The moment the name "Ao En" was uttered, Meng Dehai's calm and warm smile froze instantly.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Meng Dehai's voice lowered, all of his previous gentleness vanished, leaving only cold vigilance and murderous intent.

This name hides a past he doesn't want to mention.

"A debt collector."

Lin Mo's tone remained calm.

"Who are you to Ao En?!"

Meng Dehai suddenly shouted.

The cold wind in the passageway ruffled his graying temples, creating a stark contrast with his imposing and unyielding aura.

An invisible pressure surged towards Lin Mo like a tidal wave.

"I promised him I would take your life."

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

Meng Dehai laughed in fury, "Hahaha! I've roamed the martial world for over twenty years, and no one has ever dared to speak to me like that!"

The words had barely left his mouth when the murderous intent was already brewing!

He stopped testing him; no matter what the boy's background was, he had to die!

He flicked the wide sleeves of his Zhongshan suit—

Suddenly, a cold wind arose!

Several white pieces of paper flew out of his sleeve like a swarm of locusts startled by the wind!

These paper pieces are as thin as cicada wings, yet their edges shimmer with a metallic sheen, folding and deforming rapidly in the air.

In the blink of an eye, they transformed into paper soldiers wielding sharp blades and with empty faces!

They carried a sinister aura and rushed towards Lin Mo from all directions like a tide!

The paper figures moved about, accompanied by piercing screams.

They ignore physical barriers and can even penetrate walls to surround and attack Lin Mo from all sides!

The eerie ghostly aura locks onto acupoints, directly invading the soul; its attacks are cunning and ruthless, completely exceeding the bounds of the norm.

Faced with this strange attack, Lin Mo's eyes sharpened.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, secretly channeling his inner energy into his right palm, causing his skin to instantly turn a dark color.

Muscles bulged, and an aura of destruction and death gathered in his palm.

Annihilation Palm!

The palm strike, like an invisible, raging torrent, crashed forth!

The three paper figures that rushed forward first froze in mid-air, then seemed to be crushed by an invisible force.

It shattered from head to toe, inch by inch, silently turning into countless pieces of paper that scattered across the sky.

But even more paper figures have already surged forward fearlessly.

Their forms are elusive, their blades flashing like maggots clinging to bones, burrowing out from all sorts of unbelievable angles to launch surprise attacks.

Lin Mo's figure flashed repeatedly in the narrow passage, his palms flying like butterflies, sometimes slapping, sometimes vibrating, sometimes cutting!

Each strike hit a paper figure with perfect accuracy.

Wherever the palm struck, the paper figures crumbled and exploded into clusters of pale fragments.

However, countless pale white pieces of paper, like a swarm of locusts startled by the wind, still flew out of Meng Dehai's sleeve!

They are simply endless.

This is the Xuan Yin Sect's technique of using talismans to exorcise puppets.

Ordinary martial artists, when faced with such an attack, are often overwhelmed and unable to defend against it.

In an instant, one's flesh and bones will be ripped off, or one's soul will be injured.

However, Lin Mo simply slumped slightly and stood still.

The body's Qi and blood then circulate naturally, like a furnace.

A powerful, masculine aura emanated from his body.

It was as if an invisible barrier had formed around him.

The sharp paper figures made a hissing sound when they hit him.

Like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, the edges quickly scorched and burned, unable to even scratch his skin!

"Immune to all evil?!"

Meng Dehai's pupils shrank sharply, and his horror intensified.