"I feel it...I feel it."

Mo Li spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse.

Wang Jin, who was standing aside, heard it clearly.

This ghost fairy was in a bad state along the way, as if he was in great pain.

Wang Jin didn't quite understand where the pain came from at first, until he personally experienced the impact of the Hundred People's Resentment.

It felt weird, like my soul was being slowly torn apart.

The bigger the crack, the more intense the pain.

Without sixteen sips of Xingshenhua Liquor to protect his consciousness, Wang Jin doesn't know what he would be like now.

Logically speaking, ghosts and immortals who only have spiritual bodies themselves would be more sensitive to this kind of influence.

But at this moment, the pain on Mo Li's face completely disappeared.

She acted quite excited, as if she was attracted by something in the Hundred People's Resentment.

This kind of attraction can even make people ignore the pain of their souls being torn apart.

Then Mo Li lost his sight and stretched out his hands to touch the black air above his head.

"What are you doing?"

The pale-faced Hu Ling quickly discovered something strange about Mo Li and tried to stop him.

But Du Kang stopped halfway through his swing.

She couldn't kill people with one sword, but "Liu Ling", the only one with the ability to suppress, was staying in the distance to suppress the cat-faced old lady.

Almost out of instinct, Hu Ling cast a look at Wang Jin for help.

Hu Ling himself was shocked when he realized that a deputy-level expert who had experienced many battles would rely on Wang Jin.

"It doesn't matter."

Wang Jin didn't think so much and didn't even move.

He just stood there, looking coldly at Mo Li, whose eyes were getting more and more confused.

There is no problem with Mo Li's identity. Wang Jin personally called Leonard to confirm.

But in Wang Jin's eyes, it is "Institute Operator Mo Li" who is trustworthy, not "Ghost Fairy Mo Li".

What happened during the time this woman died...no one knows.

There are only two clues that Wang Jin knows.

The Hundreds were nearby when Morley died.

Hu Ling said that Mo Li was defective.

Two clues were not enough to deduce anything, but this did not prevent him from always being quite wary of Mo Li.

Wang Jin had a conjecture, a conjecture that he didn't want to come true.

He asked Mo Li some things from time to time along the way, just to test this.

But Mo Li basically didn't give any accurate answers, he just endured the pain and silently pointed out the location of the Hundred People's Resentment.

But…

Why can a ghost fairy indicate the location of the Hundreds of Resentments?

Wang Jin has suspected this a long time ago.

He didn't point it out directly because he needed Mo Li's help before that.

But now, Wang Jin still chooses to remain silent.

Even if he wanted to help, he had to figure out what would happen first.

"What's next might be a little dangerous...are you okay?"

Wang Jin murmured softly, but suddenly found that Hu Ling's face was a little pale.

"Ugh...it hurts."

Just as the latter was about to show an indifferent smile, he covered his head with a painful expression and squatted down.

Something was wrong with her from just now, and her current state is exactly the same as Mo Li's before.

"You didn't drink?"

Wang Jin understood what was going on almost instantly.

When facing the cat-faced old lady, Hu Ling threw the few remaining wine bottles over her.

But judging from the current situation, she didn't drink a sip.

"It's not enough...and I have to drive, so I didn't leave any portion for myself."

Hu Ling smiled laboriously and murmured softly.

"There's no way you didn't bring enough wine."

Wang Jin frowned.

Newcomers like me know that we should bring enough explosive bombs when we go out.

It is impossible for an old employee like Hu Ling, whose fighting style is related to alcohol, to make such a stupid mistake.

"Ha...didn't you feel anything strange after Hu Huo left?"

Hu Ling, who was exposed, shook his head and explained to Wang Jin.

"Being possessed by the Immortal Family consumes a lot of money."

"Hu Huo and I are both your elders. We can't just watch our brother-in-law lose his life."

"The awakening spirit is to protect the soul, and the transformation force is to dissolve the demonic power."

"You will definitely encounter this kind of situation when you deal with the immortal family all day long...otherwise, why do you think I left you that jug of wine in the first place?"

Hu Ling smiled.

Wang Jin behaved quite maturely, but in her eyes he was still a child who needed protection.

Because of this, Hu Ling didn't want to see this young man get hurt in front of him.

During this period of time, she has been resisting the influence of hundreds of people's resentment, and now she can finally stand it no longer.

"you…"

Wang Jin recalled the scene at that time.

When Hu Huo left, he didn't feel any discomfort.

The only thing wrong is the feeling of fullness after drinking a belly full of water.

Apparently, Hu Ling gave himself most of the bottle of wine.

This female Jiu Mengzi is actually so considerate.

The feeling of being cared for by the elders made Wang Jin feel a little dazed and even a little moved.

"Before he left, Hu Huo used your body to perform a handstand drinking show for me. I was afraid that you would be angry, so I didn't say anything."

Hu Ling spread his hands and smiled.

“…”

The excitement that had just arisen disappeared, and Wang Jin was speechless for a moment.

He finally understood why his hair was completely wet and still smelled faintly of alcohol.

Drinking while standing upside down...it's really fun.

"Don't worry, I can't die."

"But then it's up to you."

Hu Ling waved her hand and showed a somewhat forced smile to Wang Jin.

She sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched a spell in her hand, and her whole body suddenly calmed down.

The complexion is rosy and the breathing is even.

It was as if he was a little too drunk and fell into sleep.

Du Kang hovered beside her, firmly protecting his master.

"well…"

Wang Jin sighed and gently put his black windbreaker on Hu Ling.

Then he looked up at Mo Li.

The figure of this ghost fairy slowly rose into the air, and black energy began to rise around him.

This black energy... Wang Jin has seen it in the cat-faced old lady.
To be continued...