Wei Xun was staring intently at Mo Lin at this moment.
It felt like Mo Lin was more of a Daoist than she was.
Too professional.
This technique was even more powerful than her grandfather's.
"Don't look at me like that, I'm a professional at ghost hunting." Mo Lin wasn't bragging; he really was very professional.
After all, his work was all about catching ghosts.
"Those people just now, their lifespans were drained." Mo Lin stated again.
"Master Uncle, what kind of technique is this? Why does it require a person's lifespan?" Wei Xun didn't understand.
"The dead want to return to the living world, so they use this method to seize lifespans." Mo Lin explained to Wei Xun.
"Can they really come back to life?"
"How is it possible... When people die, they can't be resurrected."
"Knock, knock, knock..." Mo Lin politely knocked on the door.
Without barging in.
The door slowly opened.
A woman opened the door.
She wore a black coat, her face was deathly pale, with red lipstick.
