You think Mo Lin is just a sick cat because the tiger hasn't roared?
Zhu Ci sneered, his brow furrowed tightly.
"Brother, are you really not planning to leave?" Zhu Ci asked Mo Lin.
"I'm not leaving." Mo Lin's attitude was very firm.
"I really want to see if that old man can actually kill me."
Zhu Ci gave Mo Lin a thumbs up, "Mo Lin, you really have a stubborn temper.
Is it necessary?
Why gamble your life in anger?"
Zhu Ci really couldn't understand what Mo Lin was thinking.
He almost got killed by a Little Ghost.
Not only did he not hide, but he also wanted to engage in a confrontation with the Little Ghost?
"Considering I need your help, I'll hold another ritual tonight and invite a deity to come down and help you catch the ghost."
Zhu Ci said to Mo Lin gently.
He wasn't talking about catching some Wandering Ghost or a ghost that had appeared in the human realm before.
He meant catching a Little Ghost.
